Meanwhile, since they haven't given me a key, or the alarm code, I really can't be the first one in or the last one out. Since, I am not an equity partner there, I only have my hourly fee to maintain, and while the company's success is very important to me, I do not have a monetary stake.
I have been so busy that I have ignored the blog, at least for the short term. The emails about job opportunities have mounted up in my account to the point that they were mostly too old to matter much. Today, I created rules in my email account to delete those emails as they arrive. I did that so that I can turn them back on, if the need arises, without all the hassle of re-applying.
I has been very good for me to get back to work. I have more energy and my mind is racing. My attitude towards everyday life has done a flip-flop. It is something that I am used to. I needed a reason to get up in the morning.
And now the next page of my career is being filled out, AND I MISS MY VETTE!
Bad Timing
A parish priest, Father O'Brien, was being honored at a dinner on the 25th anniversary of his arrival in that parish.
A leading local politician, who was a member of the congregation, was chosen to make the presentation and give a little speech at the dinner, but he was delayed in traffic.
Sooo.....Father O'Brian decides to say his own few words while they await the politician's arrival......
"You will understand," he said, "the seal of the confessional, can never be broken. What is confessed in there to me, is never repeated on the outside. However, I got my first impressions of this parish from the first confession I ever heard here.
Realize, please, that I can only hint vaguely about this, but when I came here 25 years ago, I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place.
The very first chap who entered my confessional told me how he had stolen a television set and, when stopped by the police, had almost murdered the officer. Further, he told me he had embezzled money from his place of business and had an affair with his boss's wife. I was appalled. But as the days went on I knew that my people at this congregation were not all like that, and I had, indeed come to, a fine parish full of understanding and loving people."
Just as the priest finished his talk, the politician arrived, apologized for his tardiness and then started in on his speech.
"I want to thank you all for letting me say a few words this evening in honor of Father O'Brien. 25 Years is a long time. In fact, when he arrived here, I had the honor of being the first confession he heard at this congregation."
Now that is bad timing.
"It was different when we were kids. In second grade, a teacher came in and gave us all a lecture about not smoking, and then they sent us over to arts and crafts to make ash- trays for Mother's Day." --Paul Clay
A husband went to buy a birthday gift for his wife. Some friends had been invited over that night to celebrate her fortieth, and he wanted to get something special. At the store he spotted some cute little music boxes. One blue one was playing "Happy Birthday."
Thinking they were all the same, he chose a red one and had it gift-wrapped. Later, at dinner, he gave it to his wife and asked her to open it...
When she lifted the lid, out came the tune to "The Old Gray Mare, She Ain't What She Used to Be!"
