Good With The Bad

I had a good day today. At work, I had a good day at work. It wasn’t great, but it was not painful, my standards for a good day are pretty low at this point. And the sun came out in the afternoon making the drive home gorgeous.

I do not expect another good . . . → Read More: Good With The Bad

Dividing up their money…

Hoya in the April Sunshine

I am still working and surviving the experience. It is miserable. The small players are scrambling to gain power and garner all material rewards for themselves alone. In my opinion they have been pitted against one another, inspired by a plastic carrot. The higher ups are scheming to . . . → Read More: Dividing up their money…

Kaleidoscope

Kaleidoscope: kaleidoscope |kəˈlīdəˌskōp| noun a toy consisting of a tube containing mirrors and pieces of colored glass or paper, whose reflections produce changing patterns that are visible through an eyehole when the tube is rotated.

Sounds lovely doesn’t it?

Not always though. I have suffered in the past from migraine headaches. They have resulted . . . → Read More: Kaleidoscope

Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

Oh Dorothy! It isn’t Lions and Tigers and Bears in my world right now, oh that it were the only the tin man, the lion and the scarecrow!

My work environment has evolved into almost complete chaos. Half the staff were fired, I was one of them. The lucky ones were let go immediately . . . → Read More: Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

That change I was talking about earlier…

Change has been in the air and it is beginning to materialize.

About a decade ago I had a week to remember, and not in a good way. Unforgettable. This week was another such week. I will relay the experiences in order of importance.

Quite by accident, I found the Death Notice for my . . . → Read More: That change I was talking about earlier…

Straws

Change!

The little car that we bought in 1998 has decided to retire. Attila had been driving it to work and back until last Thursday, when the brake lines failed completely, just as he arrived home. Unfortunately that was the “straw that broke the camel’s back”, as they say. We have had thirteen years . . . → Read More: Straws