A few nights ago, I was lying in bed, and although I knew the fact, I guess the feeling hit me.
My daughter will be eighteen in November.
My heart ached.
She’s not a little girl anymore.
She got her permit this week, and I have the pleasure of teaching her to drive. I’m not being funny. This kid has a good sense of space and “where the car is.” I’m hoping driving is in the blood, and I’ve passed this on to her genetically. But she is excellent for a beginner.
But yeah, I’m losing my little girl, and I hope she will find her way in the world as she becomes a young woman and an adult. I can’t cover everything anymore. She’s going to have to face some things on her own.
But I’ll still be right here, kid. When you need me.
And if you can’t get here, I will tear the world apart to get to you.
This week, I’m finding that most people aren’t putting their best foot forward in their work. You’d be amazed at how well you’re actually doing. Keep it up.
Quoting myself might seem narcissistic, but when I wrote the quote above this morning, it was a simple observation that people don’t do what is needed to remain at a place in their activity to keep them the slightest bit ahead at work.
That little bit of extra effort this week can save more than an hour of extra work next week.
I’m almost OCD (not making fun of the folk who are) about the way my workspace is at the end of each week. If it’s ready to go the next time I visit my store, I’m already ahead.
I can’t for the life of me figure out why anyone would want to work any other way.
To those of you who put in that extra effort, good on you. Keep it up.
And when your boss doesn’t notice that effort, quietly flip him off when he walks away. You’ll feel better.
I was taking my lunch break today out in the truck and a lady pulled up beside me and went into the store. Nice blue Hummer.
She came back out and opened her hood. I didn’t notice that until I got out and I asked if she needed help. She said, “No, thank you I’ve got it.”
I had to go around that side of the truck to roll up my passenger side window and noticed, she most definitely didn’t have it.
She was using one of those small jump boxes. The battery was dead. But that wasn’t the problem.
One of her posts on her battery was covered in corrosion. The buildup was keeping her from starting her truck.
It was so bad I was chipping chunks off with my knife. Luckily I keep tools in the toolbox (irony?) and I was drinking a Pepsi with my lunch. A soda like that is great for cleaning that buildup off.
I cleaned it up and put the new battery in she’d purchased. I explained she should try to charge the old one and see if it was still good. I also explained dielectric grease to her.
IF you’re a guy and your lady is out here with a nice ride like that in that condition, you need to find your dad or some other man to teach you how to take care of not only your vehicle but your woman. That’s the rare PSA you’ll see in this blog.
I know they’re strong and independent, but neither of those traits will help her if she’s stranded in a Walmart parking lot at a loss for what to do.
I’m so glad my dad taught me enough simple things under the hood to get me going to where I can fix my own truck now.
Always help people. Not just because it’s a good or right thing to do. Just because you can.
I’ve been working since Sunday. Today I had to drive to Rock Hill, SC (an hour and some change away) to pick up some packages for a couple of activities that needed completing this week.
Someone at home office didn’t plan well enough.
I’m one man with four stores. These four stores are spread over a reasonably wide area. One is only thirty minutes from home. The other three are an hour plus driving time from me. The FedEx location I was picking up the packages from is forty-five minutes in the opposite direction on the other side of the store closest to me.
Add to this that our work schedules were packed out entirely this week.
Which means I have a lot to do on my own as I have no help.
I’m not going to complain or mention it to the boss. He had a significant health problem pop up last week. Some might say it could be heart-stopping.
He always has my back, so I always have his.
I slept in till 7 AM this morning. Sleeping in isn’t unusual on a Sunday for me. I know some of you are probably thinking, sleeping in!? 7 AM?! On a Sunday?!
Well, sometimes I allow myself to be lazy.
I rolled out of bed and synced the work phone, and found out my hours are way up from the last couple of weeks—time to get back to the heavy lifting and take care of business. Most of my days this week are scheduled for 10+ hours. Some being 13-hour days. That I cannot do.
So I went in for a half-day today to work a store to around 80% completion. No huge activities, just the usual business. This way, I’ll be able to come back around to resets later in the week. There was no one there to print mods and labels anyway. They should have been printed last week but someone doesn’t want to listen. You can’t help some folk.
I’m going to be seeing that view a lot this week. But it will be okay. I can get mad or I can get done.
There’s no support group for this. No band dads anonymous. No. My wife was a band geek, and now both my kids are band geeks, and I get pulled along kicking and screaming and being my general gruff, mean-looking self. But to tell you the truth, I love watching what these kids produce.
If you tell anyone what I just said I will hunt you down and do unspeakable things to you.
The nice (?) part of this is that I have time to myself the next couple of days during band tryouts. The kids have to audition, and the band director decides who he cuts. Some will be overjoyed, and some will be crushed, but kids need these kinds of hard lessons. I am confident both of mine will be in the marching band again this year.
With my brief freedom, I get a lot of things done.
Today I installed some more lights in the garage. A couple of motion-sensitive LEDs over the parking spots for the cars. I like that I don’t have to worry about switching them off and the added bonus of pulling into the garage with light for security.
Also, I’m not blind, but my eyes aren’t what they used to be.
Added to my chores in the evenings is cooking super. Lasagna tonight Tacos tomorrow night.
And I take over the dishwashing because the kids don’t get home till seven.
Wait a damned minute! This doesn’t seem like freedom at all!
Up at 2:30 and out the door by 4:00 to hit a bun reset with Bimbo Bakeries (which always makes me laugh.) I met Dave with Flowers Bakeries and we did the reset together. It’s not usual for me to actually have one of the company reps show up for these. I like to get it done before the bread vendors show up so they can get about their day. I’m nice like that.
Dave is retired military from Air Force and I’m ex-Army. He blew stuff up, and I didn’t realize the Air Force did that. I blew stuff up. So there’s a new found respect for the Air Force from me.
If I go lay down now, I will not be able to sleep tonight. So I’m not wasting my time and I’m installing light fixtures in the garage. I am loving the quiet of the LED lights. Big change from the old 8’ fluorescent tubes buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
And while I’m out here, I needed to strap up the expansion tank for the water heater. We forgot to grab the strap for it when we picked up the water heater last week. So, time to be handy.
We’ve had a lot of expenses hit the past couple of years but all of them have been good investments. A new roof, stove, refrigerator, heat pump, water heater, etc.
But they’ve already started showing savings on our electric bill. Just the changes in our light fixture in the kitchen and bathroom did that.
Found a treasure.
It may not look like much to you but this is the key to the Dodge Omni my wife drove when we first started dating. We went all over in that little car.
She was tickled. It’s a memory. A good one. So I put that key on her keychain.
Now comes supper and relaxation.
I don’t even know why I started this but here’s the end.