Bossman in the Dunk Tank

 

I've been in management for eighteen months, give or take, but nothing has driven home (to me) my status as the boss as much as sitting in the dunk tank at the company picnic, watching wild-eyed employees heave softballs at the target that would put me in the drink.

It's just something I would never have done if I didn't feel like it was the right thing to do. It wasn't fun. There's the unpleasant expecation of the dunk with each thrown ball, then the always physically jarring dunk itself, and the shockingly cold water. The dunk tank machinery was broken, too, so the damn thing dumped me even when a thrower missed the target. Sometimes it dunked me even though no ball had been thrown. Irritating.

Although not an experience I enjoyed, I'm glad I did it.

A Good Day

Today was a good day. Nothing spectacular. Just a good day.

Barb made pancakes for breakfast. I had a brief but good phone conversation with Mark. We spent a couple of hours at the Adult Soapbox Derby at Mt. Tabor, seeing some friends we haven't seen in a while.

Elizabeth wouldn't nap, so I spent the afternoon doing some little 'nesting' chores, like putting up the spice-rack, setting up the microwave, and hanging a produce basket from the kitchen ceiling. In the evening the whole family did yard work until storytime. I got the second camellia pruned, which was extremely satisfying.

Nothing special, just a good day.

(Hot as a mo-fo, though.)

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Flagger Fail

I was amused by this flagger encountered at SE 11th and Hawthorne on my ride home from work today. She kept her STOP/SLOW sign upside down the whole time I was at the intersection, which was like ten minutes. Quite a lot of cyclists built up. I think the guy talking to her may have been her boss trying to figure out what the heck she was doing, because shortly after he showed up we were allowed to roll.

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