Well... now what?
It's well into 2004, with two days past (and I've managed to rack up nearly 400 miles this year just in driving here and there). I feel a road trip coming on. But first, with the new year, it seems there are some new matters of business at wing that I could use some help with:
1. To comply with new hiring standards for bird-owned businesses, I need to hire at least one left-handed albatross. If you know of any currently seeking work, please pass along their resumes.
2. I am looking for a graphics artist. Mostly for projects here and there (I currently have two tasks that need assistance to complete).
3. I'm considering hiring a replacement to the FAST team member. He's turning 9 this year, and is going to soon be demanding more than 25¢ per order fulfilled.
That's all. But that's enough.
::: 01.02.04 @ 11:58 PM Pacific Time [link] :::
Welcome, 2004... I guess
I don't really have any words of wisdom about another year past and a new one before us. Nor do I care, as jaded as that may sound. Aside from now having to remember to write '04 instead of '03 on my checks, not much changes. I'll be 17 this year, I'll hopefully manage to get out of town on a trip or two, and who knows, maybe I'll meet the chick of my dreams and spawn dozens of hatchlings. But I won't count on it. What I expected is occurring as I write, with the neighbors (Ned and Maude, Scooter and the rest of them) lighting fireworks off and generally being loud. (Funny thing, too... fireworks are illegal almost everywhere in our county for Fourth of July, yet on New Year's, you can buy them at Target, Wal-Mart, and most everywhere else). How's that for silly? But they seem amused, and haven't blown their hands off yet... and isn't that what it's all about? Well, that, and time to buy a new calendar featuring kitchen sponges from around the world for the office.
::: 01.01.04 @ 12:00 AM Pacific Time [link] :::
Random thought on things
Having managed to rack up something like 2,500 miles over the last two weeks on the highways over the holidays, I came to the conclusion that truckers get a really bad rap. Most of my trip was along Interstate 5 (stretching from the California-Mexican border right up to the Washington-Canadian border), which is more of a truck and commercial traffic road versus some other alternate routes. It's not even holiday traffic, I don't think... by and large, people just don't drive well. Truckers do. Whether you admit it or not, they're professionals who spend their lives driving, and when they get a ticket or in a crash, it puts their careers and livelihood at stake; the rest of us just worry about having to go to traffic school. Compare it to your doctor -- who do you think you'd rather have doing your heart surgery: the guy who does the surgery regularly, or the weekend warrior who only gets out into the operating room on holidays. Yessir, I'll take a highway of semi-trucks over minivans any day.
::: 12.30.03 @ 09:09 PM Pacific Time [link] :::
The reign of terror comes to an end
After what felt like an eternity (but my calendar tells me was only nine days), Tubby is going back to work (for a few days), and I can finally have some peace and quiet. The tyranny began on the 19th with a four day trip to Southern California, and while that in and of itself was okay, having to be exposed to him for four straight days was too much. I got a moment's rest before the hub-bub of Christmas Eve and Day, and then a mini-marathon of being dragged to movies, and finally, today's spontaneous 850 mile road trip, just out of boredom. (Four liters of Diet Pepsi later, we're back at home, but have little more to show for it than 850 more miles on the odometer.) So... T.G.I.M.!
::: 12.28.03 @ 11:51 PM Pacific Time [link] :::