No One Should Be Irreplaceable…

  It’s a nice, quiet, cool and drizzly Saturday.  A day of coffee and catch-up blog reading.  The satellite radio station seems to know what kind of day it is and the music is appropriate.

Angela came in to see if Stacey left a key…no, even though he’s been in the past two days. It did give us a chance to chat about how are faith strengthens our respective relationships and how nice it is to be back with the love of our lives; and how happy God has made us in spite of ourselves.

A rental from a guy with stuffed wild turkeys that he personally killed. Apparently, his wife does not have the same appreciation as he does for the finer things…just wait until he gets the coyotes back from the taxidermist. Better go ahead and rent a larger unit now.

Rental trucks coming and going.

A relatively calm work day in the self-storage environment after such a busy week.

I went through a dozen or so resumes in hopes of finding just the right person. I found three. I interviewed one. She, I think, will be perfect for the assistant position. It amazes me how some people can almost beg for a job and then not show up for the interview—without a call to say they won’t be showing up. I have a feeling there’s a reason they were unemployed. It is alright, I got the cream.  Alas, I can’t start her until sometime next week because the VP who is in charge of the next stage of hiring is on vacation until Monday. Shouldn’t someone else be able and/or authorized to do this in his absence? No One Should Be Irreplaceable…

This past week was public sale week for those who haven’t paid their storage rent in a few months. One hates to do it but, it’s all part of the business. Unanswered legal letters, phone calls, messages, voicemails…sold!

Next week should be more fun as soon as the young lady starts training – I like training. I often feel like a potter taking raw clay and forming a new pot or figurine. It really isn’t about me, though. It is about another chapter, with a new character.

Twenty days to go until my long weekend of time with my wife and friends; and fishing…and relaxation.

Jay  🙂

So, last night before bed my wife presented the profoundly daunting question, “If right is right, why would anyone go left?” I had no argument there. 😉

 

My Sanctuary

There’s no place like home

I enjoy people in the real world; I enjoy the customer service aspect of my job as I also enjoy karaoke.  But when I am home with my wife and the furry kids, I so enjoy my privacy.

Oh how I enjoy my privacy.  Thankfully, soon the leaves on the trees will be full enough to where the neighbors can’t see me and I won’t be able to see them.

The daffodils have departed, the tulips are on their way out; azaleas and dogwoods in bloom as I await the irises and the peonies.  The birds feeding — the blue birds in their houses and soon the return of humming birds and butterflies.

An April rainy day, a cup of coffee and the love of my life…God has blessed me, the sinner, in spite of myself.

My God-given sanctuary in a city neighborhood.

Jay 🙂

 

 

Spring Fever Has Gone To Your Head

Now that the weather is warmer, except today the day before Spring officially “arrives,” the cyclists and runners (joggers) are out expressing their personal ideas of elitism.

Yesterday was warm in the morning. I was driving to work a little after 0900 (that’s 9:00 o’clock a.m. your time) when I encountered a cyclist who appeared out of nowhere. Being an olderly guy, my reflexes are no longer “cat like” and that feller should be blessed that he is not a squished former cyclist. His response was that I was in the wrong for almost hitting him though he was the one who didn’t stop at the intersection where there is clearly a sign informing him that he is supposed to stop.

This morning, a cool drizzle was misting when, next to Wake Forest University, a young lady wearing her sweatshirt with the hoodie pulled over her face and running at a quick pace ran directly in front of me on my side and another vehicle coming from the opposite direction. We both had to slam on our brakes to avoid squishing her. She did not stop, flinch or waiver in anyway—she kept her pace as though her life was still going in that direction at that pace, oblivious to the world around her. Sometimes, I wonder what they teach at that university.

I appreciate bikers more every day, at least they have motors that make noise and they (well, most of them because we’ve all seen the few idiots who drive at high speed between cars) have a healthier respect for what happens when a larger, harder object hits a smaller softer object.

I’ve noticed a certain arrogance about most cyclist and many runners. An arrogance that they are a little more special than the rest of us and the rules and laws of the road don’t appear to apply to them. They should watch the news more and see that here in North Carolina, a lot of them get runned over because them or the driver of the vehicle were careless (or an ass).

Just as when school is in session, the time changes or school is out, we drivers are all told to be more careful because children may not be focused and without thinking, run out into the street. And, it happens but not as much as adults on bicycles or runners.

So, I reverberate, be careful drivers… be careful drivers… be careful drivers.  And I add: cyclist and runners, your correct when you tell us the roads also belong to you; you must follow the rules the same as the rest of us; and you must get your head out of whatever orifice you have it in and pay attention and stay alive.

Jay 🙂