As any regular reader knows, 4 months ago Michelle and I moved to the Oregon coast, Lincoln City to be exact.
What some may not know is that to do so, I changed jobs. I was a corporate trainer. I molded the youth of the Mighty P in my image. More specifically, I trained claims adjusters for the insurance company I work for. Walk through any office, and you will find the vast majority of the claims people who work there were trained by me at one time or another.
I was the claims cowboy and I was a DAMN good trainer!
But, to move here, it required moving back to being an adjuster. Which, in some eyes is a step backwards, and in other eyes a sign of insanity…. Continue reading “Any regrets?”
If you ask anyone I know, they will probably tell you I am not too complexed. I am known for saying what is on my mind (though at times it is NOT the appropriate time) I laugh at almost anything, and I go with the flow. What you see is what you get…
However, at times, I am like a duck on a pond. What you can see is calmly floating along, but underneath that ole mallard is kicking for all its worth. Sometimes that’s me. Outwardly I am the goofball who walks around the office with a yoyo, but inside the head is just a pondering away. Continue reading “I’m a cyclist”
Speaking as a cyclist, I think I can truthfully say we are a different breed. I can see some of you nodding at this and thinking “No kidding pal!! Y’all pedal 100s of miles. climb hills that mountain goats think twice about and will ride for 15 hours straight if you have to. Y’all are nuts!”
While all of this is true, I think of this as normal, I am talking about other things… Continue reading “Cycling Zen”
So here it is, Friday, and it has already NOT been a normal week! To understand though, it would probably be best if I explained what I mean by normal.
On most weeks, Monday, Wednesday and Thursday, I ride the bike home, usually leaving about 3:30. Tuesdays, I head south to spend dinner with the Manchild then play pool (or like last week, ping pong). Fridays are a toss-up. If it’s a kid weekend, I wait for him to show up and we drive home. If it’s not a kid weekend, I get an extra ride.
This week, so far Monday and Tuesday have NOT fit that mold. Continue reading “This has not been a normal week so far”
Folks I am sitting here today, without wine (I had a bit too much last night, so I don’t need any tonight) and I am just flat beat. It has, without a doubt, been one helluva long week! Three hour meetings each day (which drives me nuts). Working with a new program we are implementing in my department (It doesn’t like me, and I feel the same about it. What it doesn’t know is I have a big stick and WILL use it if it keeps screwing up.) I got rained on something fierce on the ride home Wednesday night. Oh and the Seahawks lost the Super Bowl last Sunday.
Yeah its been a tough week, but then again, there was some good as well! Continue reading “It has been a long week”
This has NOT been my most fun week at work. By Monday afternoon I was saying “This has been a LONG week!” It’s not anything terrible, but its one of those weeks where everything needs to be done NOW! Or when its done, you hear, “It’s ok, but we’d REALLY like it to say….” UGH!
Add to it, a file I’ve been working on for weeks (I’m a corporate trainer and I am developing an eLearn) went POOF!! Gonzo, out of here. See ya! No one has any idea where it went. No worries! It’s on a shared drive, we can restore it! This morning I come in, the folder is back, I click on it, and…. it’s empty…. Lord, time to rebuild!
Then, also today, a job aid had to be completely revamped, um NOW. They know me well, and threw in the line “We you are a miracle worker aren’t you??” So YEP “Get er done” Valente, Got er done!
So, at the end of each day this week, I’ve been mentally fried. But, I also had thrown the bike on the back of Michelle’s car. So I got to cycle home. There is NO better way to get rid of stress! Continue reading “Reason #245 to Bike Commute”
Yep, it’s day two of having Sirius XM radio and having it tuned to Radio Margartaville! I am a cheap bastard, so there is no way I would pay for this in my own car. Plus, back home, when I commute by car, I am listening for traffic reports and alternate routes. (Seattle traffic sucks). When I ride the bike, I have no radio. So in essence it would be a waste of money.
However, the worst Spokane traffic I’ve seen, would have been a GREAT Seattle commute day, and the radio is free, so why not enjoy it! Today, as soon as started the car, Jimmy Buffett was singing “One Particular Harbor”, which contains lyrics that are the title of this post.
The stupid smile was plastered on my face again! Just like at the concert!
Continue reading “It’s a magic kind of medicine, that no doctor could prescribe”