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Vent For Vent

Yesterday’s post and it’s content came back around to me today. Well, it’s content anyway.

The boss needed to vent today and I let him.

Kind for kind. I also apologized for losing it on the phone with him. And he graciously accepted and said he didn’t even think of it in that way.

Good man.


I gotta say it was a good day.

Ice Cube

My part-timer and I hit the ground running today. It has been a rough week, but we were heads down and bulling through the rough parts today.

We aren’t what we once were. Backs start to give where they used not to, bodies ache. We’ve run twenty-four hours straight on projects taking care of our stores before. Those days are behind us. Lol.

I am getting old, it sucks.

Tomorrow ends this reset week. I have a lot to do before end of business.

I’ll suffer through.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Those Who Can’t Manage

I have an excellent manager. He is truly a great guy, and I hadn’t had one this good for over a year and a half. He’s always ready to help, and I want him to know I appreciate him. I tell him this face to face or over text.

He appreciates us, those of us who put ourselves into our work and accomplish more than we can hope for with what we have to work with and around sometimes in our day-to-day roles.

Today I had to call him about a manager for a company we work for who decided he would try to make things difficult.

We, in our roles as employees, are paid for what we do when we are in an activity. The company makes its money for what we do and our time in these activities. You always have to be in one of these activities, or the company as a whole isn’t getting paid for the time spent, even though the employee is.

The manager in question wanted to know why I didn’t β€œfinish the jobβ€œ for which they paid.

What had happened was that I didn’t remove security devices from some pieces removed from displays.

Time and time again, I’ve been told that I’m not in the asset protection business. I am neither to place or remove security devices unless specifically told to do so by my management. And so, I did not.

I was told that this β€œwas the worst (expletive deleted) service that they’d ever received” and that I β€œwould be (expletive deleted) returning to the store today”.

There was so much more said and I was cool, calm, and collected.

You see, I knew something the whole time this manager was ranting that, amazingly, he is painfully unaware of, but I had right in the forefront of my mind.

I don’t work for him.


I would dearly love it if all managers were like mine. He gets it.

He shines when we shine.

He knows the people under him make or break him as a manager.

He has a personal interest in our success. And we have the same in him.

Managers that talk down to people under them are of very little worth. Respect goes a long way, and it is absolutely, without question, hard-earned from those who genuinely respect you.

My role in managing the few people under me is to facilitate their needs in accomplishing their everyday tasks as assigned to them by the company. If they don’t shine, I don’t shine.

This is the way of things. Always appreciate your people.

Praise in public and criticize in private.

The one thing that I will not tolerate is being talked down to by anyone. I don’t care if it’s a manager or a customer. It’s a line I don’t allow to be crossed without some form of blowback.

And, in some form, it always comes back to you.


After I got off the phone, I called my manager, and I was pretty mad. I probably should have waited to cool off, but he took it and calmed me after my initial outburst. He got the facts and was getting ready to call the other manager. We hung up.

And then the phone rings, and he tells me he’s going to cool off before he calls and gets in trouble, and we both laugh. I have his back, too. He can bounce things off me. He can trust me to be tight-lipped.


Retail is a bad day sometimes.

But it’s also funny.

Anyway, it’s good to receive backup from the boss.

I’ll go into work tomorrow and find out what the blowback is. Maybe I won’t have to return to that location.

And so it goes.

/rant

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Things

First thing.

I’m a vendor. I don’t work for the store. There’s nothing on my person that would make you think I work for this company.

When you approach someone in a store and say, β€œDo you work here?” and then they say, β€œNo.” THAT’S the end of the conversation.

I don’t mind helping you if I’m able, but when my hands are full (literally) and I’m trying to balance on one foot, and my tongue is hanging out, and you can see me doing something, IT’S NOT THE TIME.

Definition of no:

not so β€”used to express negation, dissent, denial, or refusal

It is the ultimate disambiguation, the word no. It removes all doubt. I used to have a shirt of ultimate disambiguation.

Please just let me do my job, and someone else’s my company has decided I do at that moment.


Second thing. Thank God for an incorrect weather forecast. A huge thunderstorm was brewing to the NW of us, and as I’ve said before, big storms scare me. It seems to have broken up and continued on its stormy way.


Third and last thing, today was a good day. We hit hard and fast on the resets today, and like I pray in the mornings, β€œLord make us swift and accurate.” It helps that we’ve been doing this job together for the past six years so that my part-timer knows what I think as we move through these mods. She’s a good partner.

Today was a great start to the week. It makes me feel more confident going forward with the other stores we have to set.


I’m going to have a cup of coffee and watch some TV. Then it’s time for bed. I got to hit it dark and early in the morning.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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There goes the weekend…

I accomplished nothing this weekend except to run errands, get a haircut, and pick up groceries.

I watched TV with the family and spent some time reading. Reading for enjoyment and not straight knowledge. It has been quite a while since I’ve had time for that and, I understand, I really should make the time.

I wrote a few days ago about watching the movie Infinite. What I didn’t know at the time was that movie is based on a book and so I have been reading The Reincarnationist Papers by D. Eric Maikranz. His work is available on the link provided. I happened to go with Kindle. Because I can.

I love his writing style. He keeps me engaged and he’s descriptive enough that I get what’s going on but I have my movie going in my head while I’m reading. Not THE movie, my movie. Whenever I really enjoy something I can visualize it while I am reading and that’s when I know I’m enjoying myself.

I’m sure it’s quite a common thing.

Or maybe it’s time for the jacket and reserved room? Who knows? Who cares?


It’s time for our resets at the stores again this week, so I’ll most likely be pretty gruff in real life as well as here. I don’t distinguish between the two because that’s what I pretty much write, real life.


If I miss a step here or there, use the wrong word, spell something wrong, etc. I am trying to regain something I lost. This blog is a labor of love. It’s not a lot of work, but I do love coming on here and dropping my .02 every day. It’s my therapy, and I very much enjoy it.

I hope you do as well.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Public Interaction

Cashier: You look like you’re having a bad day.

Me: No. I always look like this.

Cashier: You look mad.

Me: And people who walk around grinning all the time look like idiots.


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I’m actually a very friendly person.

I stop to help a lot.

If the situation is right, I’ll stop to help folks on the side of the roadβ€”mostly women. I know, that’s sounds bad, but hear me out.

If a guy gets in a car, he needs to know how to change his tire; he needs to have changed the oil several times so that he knows where the dipstick is. He needs to know what’s happening when the temperature needle rises into the red. He needs to know what’s going on if any number of things happen. These things used to be expected of a guy driving a vehicle. Women, not so much.

Now I know there are tons of women who know all these things, but the majority of the population of women do not.

That sounds sexist; I don’t care. It’s true.

Unfortunately, it’s becoming true of men as well.

My wife can change her tire; she can troubleshoot electrical problems, she knows when the temperature gauge starts rising that something is up (pun intended).

All that to say this, unless it’s a wreck or I see blood, I will drive right on past young men. They should be able to handle themselves.

The older man, I will stop and help because they are elderly. And they may very well tell me to take a hike. But I will have at least tried.


When I’m working, I always ask if people need assistance. I try to at least put on a friendly face which does take effort. When I’m working I’m concentrating on what I’m doing, and that takes away from the concentrating on the act of looking approachable.

Basically, don’t read into appearances is what I’m trying to say. Be more considerate of the fact that people have a lot more going on than just your immediate concerns.

Except for the grinning idiots, probably not a lot going on up there.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Watching

The wife and I are watching Infinite tonight on Paramount+.

First off, Mark Wahlberg, I’m a fan. I have enjoyed him in everything I’ve ever seen him in except for Pain and Gain (just a bad movie all around) and the M. Night Shyamalan movie The Happening, which I couldn’t finish. Not a comment on Wahlberg; it’s just probably Shyamalan’s worst movie.


A sci-fi, action adaption that examines the concept of reincarnation through remarkable visuals and well-established characters who need to use their memories and past learnt skills to ensure the future is protected from Infinites that seek to end all life on the planet.

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I’m about thirty minutes in, and I’m getting a heavy Matrix/Wanted feel with a dash of Highlander.

Wahlberg plays Evan McCauley (IMDB has the last name as Michaels), and he’s immortal-ish. This is more immortal by way of reincarnation, retaining all former knowledge and skills. But it seems he needs a jumpstart.

He’s in a war, caught between two factions of immortals, and he’s apparently on the losing side.

One side The Believers want to protect humanity. The other side wants to end the world.

A tale as old as, well, a lot of sci-fi movie plots.


This all takes me back to Highlander. Not just the movie (or movies, I’ll suffer through the bad ones), but the series.

I loved the first movie, but the series with Adrian Paul was an absolute favorite of mine.

The first season was slow for me, but then came Joe Dawson.

The addition of Dawson and The Watchers added so much to the mythos of Highlander. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and I believe they ended Highlander: The Series on a good note.

I would love to see it rebooted, but I’m going to need Jim Byrnes back; to keep an eye on things.


Infinite was good. I’ll probably watch it again. I would rather see the storyline fleshed out in a series rather than one film. All in all, 7 out of 10 stars.

It was a bit rushed but still a good time for action fans, I think.

No spoilers.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Today on This Old Truck

I’m refurbishing the interior door panels today.

Well, maybe I’ll get one done. The deeper you get into something the more problems you can find.

I went to YouTube last night to figure out how to remove the spool handle for the window, and despite the guy knowing that every spool handle came off the same, he was wrong. Instead of a clip to remove said handle, it was a Torx head bolt. Luckily, I have an abundance of tools.

The other problem I’ve run into is a bit of upholstery that has given up over the years, probably to heat. Things wear down. There’s no helping it.

Separation Anxiety

And so I have an armrest sitting in front of the wife’s bread box with Gorilla Glue (not a sponsor) setting up and a couple of paper/chip clips bag holding it all together.

This is a high dollar operation.

I’ve taped up and dropped the first coat on the main door panel for now.

It is 11:34, and now I wait.


13:14

That door is done.

It came out loads better than I thought it would.

And now, on to the other door.

Before and after.

Because you’ve seen the first one, the other is pretty much the same, so I won’t bore ya.

Yep. I was able to get both doors done and still have some time this afternoon.

There’s a lot to be said for doing things yourself. It’s not just saving money. You try new things and learn new things. Believe me; I mess up often enough, but there’s a lot of knowledge in mistakes.

It might be the paint fumes talking, but it’s been a pretty good day.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Awakening

There are a lot of people who are just joining us that are WAY too intense. It’s a real slap to the face finding out you’ve been lied to all these years, we know. A lot of those β€œcrazy conspiracy theories” turned out to be true.

But don’t expel all of your energy at once. You’ll burn out.

Please take your time, and please, chill out. You thought we were insane all that time.

Imagine how you must look now.


I posted this earlier today elsewhere. I had to leave a couple of groups because even though the people are well meaning, they are already looking for someone to steady their soapbox and that ain’t me.

It’s great that people are opening their eyes and seeing what’s going on. Freedom requires us to be vigilant. Not all of us have had to fight for this country in the literal sense, but there may come a time when you have to.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, or so I’ve heard.

That means a person is sharing their views with others and doesn’t have enough knowledge of a particular subject, especially in the medical, religion, or education fields, it can lead to dangerous situations.

Slow your roll, gather knowledge, look at all sides. Be prepared.

A person being too worked up over a thing makes them dangerous as well. I’ve seen it in the past. I’m still seeing it today.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

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This Is The End

I attended my sons final awards day today.

It was also Mt. Pisgah Elementary’s final awards day as the school will close this year.

Sadly, just shy of one hundred years. If these walls could talk, oh the stories they’d tell.

That’s not the whole school population pictured. That’s just grades 3-5. Still, it’s a small school. Just north of a hundred and twenty students, if that.

I attended this school.

My father attended this school.

My grandfather attended this school (when he would show up).

I sat there thinking about my old teachers today.

All of those ladies taught me a lot of what got me through the horrors of Jr and Sr high.

Mrs. Pate, Mrs. Drakeford, Mrs. Chapman, Mrs. Lucas, Mrs. Horton, and Mrs. Lewis. My first through sixth-grade teachers. I miss all of them, but I get to see one on the regular at church.

They seemed so very old when I was a child, but I realize that at my age now, I have twenty years or better on each of them. They were babies teaching babies and doing a fine job.

Times sure have changed. Although I realize there’s a lot more to deal with nowadays.

Yep, there’s a new elementary school under construction. It’s nearly finished, and halfway through the school year (because let’s do this the dumbest way possible), they’ll move the population of four schools there.

All of our smaller schools in our county will be gone.

My son’s school is statistically the best elementary school in the county. The teaching team there really has their act together. I wouldn’t say I like that the future students in our little community won’t benefit from the teachers there, especially Mrs. Gandy and Mrs. Williams, the kindergarten and first-grade teacher, respectively.

The world changes, and you learn from those changes. Sometimes it’s a hard lesson. Sometimes it’s just a sad one.

There were a lot of tears today.

Life good goes on.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Not Too Shabby

If you haven’t figured it out yet I like to do it myself.

I have an old truck I’ve been finding parts here and there for and it ain’t easy.

Ever since Cash For Clunkers the pickins are slim, so I work with what I can find.

Sometimes that means refurbishing a part and bringing it back to life.

It ain’t perfect, but it suits me just fine.

I find that the more I do of this the more little tricks I find. Practice makes perfect.

This was a quick job today to test some paint that I’ve just started working with. I also needed to gauge the space on this piece so that I can install some switches for cut offs on my power to my dash cam and stand alone GPS point. I’m doing that so as not to put any drain to the battery when I’m parked and in store at work. Not that either of those are big battery drainers.

It’s not just the finding and refurbishing, this is fun for me.

It’s satisfying.

It’s a thing that I can sit back from and say, that’s done.

And I have something at the end of it.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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