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I’m writing this after a regular day that isn’t in a regular week.

Nothing’s off about this. Today at end of business I was at about twenty-one hours for the week.

Yes. It’s Monday.

Reset weeks are where you see what the people around you can do and a little of what they think of you.

I have people I consider friends at my stores. I watch out for them. They watch out for me.

When I walk into a store on a Monday and some of the resets are already done because β€œwe know you’re doing this by yourself,” it touches me.

I’m just a vendor. But I like to think of myself as part of the store. I spend a great deal of my time with these folks. They are my every day.

Days like today prove to me that I am a part of the store.

A couple of weeks ago, when I ended up in the ER, the day I came back, the store manager brought me to her office and had a word with me. She wanted to know why she had to find out second-hand that I had to go to the hospital from work. She had called and checked on me while I was out. She was genuinely concerned about me. Again, I was touched. It’s unusual for a vendor to even be thought of in passing by management.

As much as I would love to move on some days, I would miss the camaraderie. I would miss being a small part of their lives.

I think it’s because all of us affect other people for good or bad. I like to think that, for the most part, I affect the people around me for good. I try to lead without leading. I have a lead by example mentality. When it’s my team, I put in the extra and let them see me doing it. And in most of the ones that have been under me, it shows.

I watch the people around me, and they change me as well. I adopt good habits from them. I watch how kind they can be when they have absolutely no reason to be.

It’s good for me, the work thing. I hope it’s good for them as well.

And would it be a Monday without a bit of hiccup?

I ain’t even mad. How can you be mad at worn-out rubber? It has served its purpose. I definitely got my money’s worth.

Tomorrow will be a little longer because of a pit stop for new tires. All of them are worn enough to replace. I practically live on the road.

It’s money well spent to come home alive.

Maybe this makes sense.

Maybe this is just tired me rambling.

That’s it. That’s the post.



π™Έβ€™πš– πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽπš πšœπš˜πš˜πš—.

π™Έπšβ€™πšœ 𝟿:𝟢𝟢 πš˜πš— 𝚊 πš‚πšŠπšπšžπš›πšπšŠπš’ πš—πš’πšπš‘πš πšŠπš—πšœπš πš–πš’ πš πš˜πš›πš” πš πšŽπšŽπš” πšœπšπšŠπš›πšπšœ πšπš˜πš–πš–πš˜πš›πš˜πš  πš–πš˜πš›πš—πš’πš—πš.

πšƒπš‘πšŠπš πš”πš’πš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πšœπšžπšŒπš”πšœ πš‹πšžπš πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽβ€™πšœ 𝚊 πš™πš•πšŠπš—.

π™Ύπš—πšŽ 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 πš’πš— πšπš›πš˜πš—πš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›.

π™΅πš˜πšžπš› 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 πšπš’πš–πšŽ.

π™Έβ€™πš•πš• πš”πš—πš˜πšŒπš” 𝚘𝚞𝚝 πšŽπšŠπšŒπš‘ πšŠπš—πš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πšŠπšŒπšπš’πšŸπš’πšπš’ 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš πšŽπšŽπš” 𝚊𝚜 πš’πš πšŒπš˜πš–πšŽπšœ πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πš.

πšƒπš‘πšŽπš›πšŽβ€™πšœ 𝚊 πš•πš˜πš 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘. π™±πšžπš 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πš’πš.

π™΅πš›πš’πšπšŠπš’ πš πš’πš•πš• πšŒπš˜πš–πšŽ. π™Έβ€™πš•πš• πš‹πšŽ πšœπš˜πš›πšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš πš˜πš›πš— πšπš˜πš πš—.

π™±πšžπš 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 πšπš‘πš’πšœ.

πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš’πš. πšƒπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš˜πšœπš.


Weeks End But No Weekend

I finally finished the week.

Made a plan and stuck to the plan.

Eight hour days with a few minutes over and under here and there ending the week with 40.54 hours.

That’s what I said I would do and I that’s what I did.

I didn’t put myself out this week. Some days were more stressful than others, but that’s the usual for most of us, yeah?

Next week is looking ugly.

I’m starting Sunday and calling in Ashe for backup. She has agreed to help me knock down the heavy lifting in her old store. I’m grateful.

Tomorrow is pretty much the entirety of my weekend. I have to go and film the marching band in the middle of the day. Luckily there’s something I need to find down that way. I need a new sling pack. So I’m going to do a little shopping, maybe.

Tonight I’ve been decompressing. I’ve played a little in between episodes of season eight of The Blacklist.

S8:E6 The Wellstone Agency.

Raymond has just learned of Glen’s death and is ranting about the last wishes he left him to fulfill. James Spader is at some of his funniest and best in this scene. I love the character.

Waiting for the wife and boy to get home from the game.

The girl, my eldest, is experiencing a nasty possible kidney infection. We are hoping it isn’t a kidney stone. I was afflicted by those quite a bit at one time. She takes after me both in demeanor and health. I’m trying to steer her the right way in both aspects of her life.

That’s it. That’s the post.



I started the day aiming to finish everything I could at one store. I didn’t do that.

I left some for tomorrow.

Because I need time to myself.

The wife and kids weren’t here this afternoon because of band practice.

I came home to decompress a bit. I sat down and played Call Of Duty. It’s a stress reliever.

I’ve balanced my hours this weekβ€”roughly eight hours a day at work. I’ve had to force myself to leave and not just finish every activity available.

I’ve had this verse on my mind:

β€œTherefore, do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” – Matthew‬ ‭6:34‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Tomorrow’s work will be just that. Believe me, it will still be there when I show up.

This I know.

And right now, I am really at peace. It has taken me fifty-three years to find a balance in my soul, and I honestly believe I have.

The company won’t stop without you. Certain people will notice that the job didn’t get done to your standards. The ones who watch over and appreciate you will miss you, but they are few and far between.

In the end it’s a job. I’m grateful to have one. But it isn’t my whole life. There is so much more to life.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Still Got The Shovel

Some will understand that title, and some won’t.

I was listening to several podcasts today, which ones and which podcasters don’t matter.

What I was listening to was revelations about what has gone down in Loudon County, VA.

A man’s daughter was allegedly sexually assaulted in a bathroom at school by a boy in a dress. They can say he’s transgender or whatever. That part doesn’t matter to me.

The father came to speak to the fact at a public school board meeting where it was denied by the school board and school superintendent that anything untoward had happened like that in the district. Which was a flat-out lie. There was a police report of the incident. A rape kit was administered.

The father was upset and ended up being removed and arrested at the meeting. The alleged perpetrator got ten days home arrest.

The father was arrested.

This girl is in the ninth grade.

The boy also has another accusation against him for doing the same thing.

I wouldn’t bat an eye if the father hunted him down. And while I’m not in favor of such violence sometimes, it’s justified. In a father’s eyes.

I’m a father of two children: a son and a daughter.

And here is where I stand.

You come to harm either of them in such a way, and you forfeit any protection by the law in my eyes.

You are mine.

This isn’t an intention to harm anyone.

My child, your life.

This probably puts me on a list somewhere.

I don’t care.

No apology; this isn’t the usual thing for this blog. But this event got under my skin. It should make the blood of any father that cares for their child boil.

Since I heard this and did some research, nothing else could have been written tonight.

An eye for an eye.

That’s it. That’s the post.


He Travels The Fastest

I started my day at 3 AM because of a Frito Lay reset at 5 AM. I was on time, no, strike that, I was ahead of time. I arrived at 4:30 AM and went straight to work.

On the way in, I was listening to random music, and some of the songs must have just hit right. I was pumped to get it all done today and more.

At this particular store, me and Ashe were always pretty proud of a five and a half to six hour reset.

Today, being alone and determined, I finished it at just over five hours with breaks.

That’s a record. An accomplishment that drove me to finish other projects that are coming this week.

I’m stuck with three stores, alone.

I don’t need any surprises.

We switched out from iPhones about a year ago to an Android-based CAT phone. It has been an adventure. Our activity app, initially developed for iPhone, has been having trouble with Android. I don’t know for sure, but I suspect that’s why the change.

I’m reasonably excited about the swap back. I still have the work account I set up for Apple. I use an iPhone anyway. I’m more comfortable inside their system than Android, which I used to be an avid fan of.

If it makes anyone feel better, I connect to y’all through a Chromebook as well.

The rest of the week is primarily regular business. There’s going to be a lot of driving and hours on the road. I’m okay with both. It’s a wind-up going to work; it’s a break between stores, and it’s a wind-down coming homeβ€”time to decompress a bit from the day.

Here’s to a good week. I hope you have a good one as well.

That’s it. That’s the post.



I’m not much for the mall. I grab what I want and get out.

Yesterday as part of my daughter’s birthday, I took her and a friend to the mall to shop. Sounds like a horrible time for an older guy, but we do what we have to for our kids.

So I took the hit. I walked behind and held back. I let them do their thing.

And I watched.

I watched my daughter interact with her friend. And it was kind of magical.

I don’t get to see this side of her much. Her face lit up and actually having conversation. And seeing her purely happy not worrying about homework and matching band, etc.

Her friend, Kimmie, is one if the best influences in her life. That kid works at school, home, and even has a job at sixteen. She appreciates the value of a dollar. She appreciates the importance of friendship. I have a lot of respect and admiration for her.

I sat on benches outside stores for more time than I have in all my fifty-three years.

But it was worth it.

Just to see them smile.

That’s it. That’s the post.



I left the house at 4:30. For the first time, I was late for a reset.

It is what it is.

I’m not going to stop caring, but I have to stop letting this stress me.

Basically, I’m resetting a whole aisle of potato chips today. We do this every year, twice a year. Usually it’s with three people. Today I am alone.

I am following the old patterns. Set 8’, take a break. I can’t let it overwhelm me, I’ve got a lot of other stuff to do in the store, and then I have to go to another store.

Not bad. Four hours and seventeen minutes on the reset. I could have done it in three hours with help. Maybe.

OR help would have slowed me down.

There’s a goal for today. Not just to stay on my feet after the first part of the week.

And done for the day. So tired. It ended at 4:00.

Came home. Browned some hamburger for supper and set up for the festivities later.

She turned seventeen today. It has been quite the journey the last couple of years. I posted to Instagram today about it being one big adventure, and it has.

I never imagined being a father. I can’t remember not being one for the most part. She, her brother, and their mother are my world.

They’re the reason I put in long days when I have to.

It ain’t all sunshine and roses. If life was like that it wouldn’t be worth living.

You wouldn’t recognize the good times.

Grumpy teenager shows teeth in rare display of happiness.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Hitting A Wall

I’ve had a bad week if you’ve been reading this.

I’ve been sick. My will to push ahead is practically nonexistent.

There’s a lot to do at work, and I have no help for a job that at minimum needs three associates.

The last couple of days, I’ve even considered calling it quits and not going back.

But that’s never really been my style.

I don’t stop. I don’t quit. I don’t walk away from an obligation. I rarely leave anything on the table workwise.

This week I’m going to have to bite the bullet and leave some jobs undone.

I can’t do it all.

I hit metaphorical bumps in the road all the time. Usually, I speed right over them. I rarely meet a challenge that I can’t beat.

And this makes me realize how sick I was this weekend and the beginning of this week. I was sick enough to get scared. I did not know what was wrong with me, I ended up in the ER, and I was terrified. And I have to admit that to myself. I was scared.

I don’t like being scared.

I saw this earlier on Instagram. It kind of spoke to me. Maybe it’s not just a physical wall I’m hitting. Perhaps it’s emotional, losing my partner.

Now I didn’t lose her to death or anything; she moved on to another job. Something that’s going to not only pay her better but is a better fit for her little family. I couldn’t be happier for her; I talked to her last night. She sounds really happy. Makes my heart glad.

If she were still here I would’ve shown up feeling as bad as I did every day this week. But I think not having her on the team anymore really took the wind out of my sails.

We pushed each other to do the job right. We were a good team. We were them. When other sections used to need our help, they would ask our old district manager to send them. And that was me and my partner.

It’s nice to have someone with you so long that you think something and they’re already doing it.

I guess I just miss her.

So I’m going to go in tomorrow. I’m going to do the job and I’m going to wait on the next associate to show up. And we will see what they are like. I’m going to have to not judge their performance by hers. That would not be fair.

The pickings are so slim right now for quality help. A lot of people are looking for jobs but I’m not seeing a lot of people wanting to do the job.

It’s going to be a rough transition.

That’s it. That’s the post.


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