I don't think I've ever used a can opener with any kind of confidence or skill. It's maddening. I always feel like I just woke up after the Zombie/Nuclear/Plague/Religious Apocalypse, and am trying my best to open a bloated, mystery metal can with a rock, a twig, and a tailpipe from an abandoned Toyota Camry, … Continue reading A Moment with Domestic Incompetence // #1
We have one of those fancy lamination machines at work, those contraptions which heat-press plastic over sheets of paper to protect and preserve them against the elements, such as dirt and grime, helping to eliminate wrinkling and curling. Someone has printed out the machine's instruction page and placed it next to the machine, where it … Continue reading Workplace Observation #2
Of all the skills I have acquired in my current profession, I have to say I'm probably most proud of the timing with which I respond when I get an email saying there is free food in the break room. You never want to be the first (desperate) and you never want to be the … Continue reading Workplace observation #1
A special edition of the SRS Report, brought to you by a less-than-restful trip to the great state of Florida. Part 1 of . . . more than 1.
We wrap our vacation up today and head back to the great state of Kentucky (where we will revel in all of the humidity we've come to love about Florida with none of that healing, magical salted air from the stunning ocean to distract us). I like to think that we always do what we … Continue reading Remembering the Fallen (No, sorry, not that – title needs work, but . . .)
While on vacation, I've been working on an updated version of the popular religious poem "Footprints in the Sand" - it's this place, just gets the creative juices a flowin'! I'm not finished yet, but I hope you don't mind me sharing a portion of what I have so far: "I noticed in those most … Continue reading Footprints in the (Everloving) Sand
I'm on vacation with the fam. (More on that to come at a later date; there's material aplenty, and believe you me it's going to sound mostly like a big complain-fest from a tired man, because, well, I'm tired and I will likely complain. Hear me now: I'm very thankful for the opportunity. It's just that … Continue reading Appreciating that Old Familiar Feeling