Sunday, March 13, 2005

Doug's first assignment

Doug's first assignment was to write an autobiography. As usual, it was informative yet entertaining. It cracks me up to see him edit it five times. This is typical of Doug, but it makes me smirk every time. I would only bother to edit twice, at the most. I keep telling him that he would make a great newspaper editor, English professor or high school English teacher. The local newspaper could certainly use better editing than it is getting, and both high school and college students could benefit from his writing and grammar skills. right about now is where Doug would pipe up and say, "Quit talking about my Grammer!" (Grandma, get it?) Needless to say, I like to watch Doug work.

Is it morning already?

I am getting an early start this morning. It seems that a certain tech, who shall remain anonymous, and who is on-call today, is unavailable by telephone to take his calls. Gee, it must be nice to be paid to be on-call and yet, not have to take any calls. Isn’t that like free money? Therefore, I have three service calls to take care of this morning. The first is two hours from home and the rest are in Wisconsin. At times like this, I keep it in the center of my mind that I have a good life, and it doesn’t come free. Long before the sun comes up, I will be on my way to the land of cheese. One thing, that makes me feel fine? Some people get by on silly little things like merit, dependability and experience. The rest kiss ass. You can't fall back on that. Ahhh… I have skills. Whoohoo!

We have visitors this weekend. My brother, Dave, and his son, Josh, are staying with us. Alas, they will have to hang out here without me today. It isn’t a problem, since Heather and Gabriel will be here. This road trip is too long for them to come with me. I imagine they will be heading back before I get home from work, which is too bad, but at least we had Saturday to visit. Dave and Josh have both met Gabriel, so most members of my family have met our son. See? Life is pretty good, even at 4 in the morning. Grumble, grumble… it is time for me to hit the road.