Good friend came in to work, he’s there for a while, notices people are avoiding him. He comes up to me and says, “I can trust you to tell me the truth.” Yes, you can, what is it? “Does this shirt smell?” Ummm, yes, Bill it does – like cat pee. “Oh that D#$@ CAT!!! AGAIN in the laundry…!!”
I noticed it. but it took a moment…
Agreeing, by replying in Len’s voice, “No, they’re not. If anything, we need MORE patience because we’re always overwhelmed with the wonderful person you are…”
My wife of 46-1/2 years (RIP) looked dynamite in curlers. She rocked a Rosie The Riveter vibe…
All the above, and you don’t have to leave North America to seek a legend.
Go to BC and look for Ogopogo…
My 50th was a year and a half ago; I threw out the RSVP, as that ‘prejudice of cliques’ (coining a term, here) never felt that I was good enough for them. Being from a small town, that crowd was divided into two types of small-minded and petty people: jocks (males) and wickedly heartless snobs (females). They measured your worth by what you owned, not by the strength of your character. I remember yanking off my cap and gown after the ceremony and thinking, “Thank GOD I’m done with this bunch!”
Not allowing them to define me, I tuned my back on them. Met and married the prettiest girl I ever saw, who was the most warm-hearted and loving person I’ve ever known. She was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I tried hard to deserve her every day. We had an epic love story and the greatest adventures of our lives for 46-1/2 years, and I miss her so much. But I am rich beyond measure in uncountable ways, with uncountable blessings, and I still feel her love around me.
I worked 23 years for a Fortune 500 company that espoused the IDEA of “Profit Share”. When I was recruited, HR themselves told me that Profit Share “would be up to an extra 20% of my total take-home”. And for the first few years, it was. But then they began to pay attention to “Shareholder Value”, and that was the beginning of the downward spiral. Profit Share became just an excuse to underpay the employees in general. And it showed.
They began to hemorrhage talent at a prodigious rate. The family atmosphere and camaraderie of the original company was quickly lost. Many of the top scientists and department heads left to begin their own companies, which incidentally, became suppliers for, and competitors of, that Corporation. Meanwhile, I received no raises for the last half dozen years I was there, even though my performance under the “Pay for Performance” guidelines merited it. A big part of this was the unfit-for-management, paperwork-not-people-oriented Manager I had. But it still somehow remained an assertion that Profit Share “would be up to 20% of my total take-home”. It wasn’t. 1.5%, at best. I would have jumped-ship at that point, except that in my area of expertise, there was literally no honorable place to go.
I finally left that place when they broke up the larger Corporation into smaller businesses, and I made a drastic change of careers, based on Company-provided training that I had quietly begun taking, once I saw the machinations at the top. I was privately astonished when I was hired into my new career at a 30% raise from that other place. (Yes, you read that right, 30%. That’s how badly they undervalued their people.) I still happily work in that career.
Right! I had a guy out to fix our d/w some time ago, and he said to do the same thing: “Knock the big stuff off, then throw the rest in. The ‘food stuff’ is what makes the enzymes in the ‘soap’ work! If the machine doesn’t clean things perfectly using this method, call us – there’s something wrong with the machine and I’ll come back for free and fix it – guaranteed”.
That cart should actually be comic books…
Joke would have worked if the can had said, “Gasoline”.