Lend a Hand, Get a Hand.....

LEND A HAND, GET A HAND. TEAMWORK IS FUN.

Or so says the poster on the back of the men's room door here in my office. It was apparently left there by the company that leased this space prior to us and in the 16 plus years we've been here, there it has stayed.

I'm as a big a team player as there is I think. My philosophy is that if the company is doing well, then I stand a chance to benefit. Of course, that's no guarantee, but if its not doing well, then I definitely won't be benefitting. That much I pretty much can guarantee. So I continually do all I can to maintain, or increase, profitability here.

Having said all that, for some reason I don't get my inspiration from posters hung in public bathrooms. Maybe its just me.

Vacation Plans

After years of some elaborate (read: expensive) vacations, my family and I are taking a rather simple one this year. Since the Mrs. has always wanted to see Niagara Falls, we're going to drive out there and check it out (I've been) and then we're going to hit up Hershey Amusement Park on the way back, although its slightly off-route. We have to be back by Thursday evening to catch the Creed concert since I bought tickets for Mrs. N. for mother's day (stupidly not thinking it was our vacation).

Then, I think we'll head out to Cape Cod and visit my brother and his family for three days or so before driving north so my mom can take the Little One for the next week.

That's all. Nothing crazy or super-special but we'll have fun with it no doubt!

Help! I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up

I was walking up the steps at a municipal building and an old, heavy lady had fallen. Two guys were there helping her but I hung around a few minutes to see if there was anything I could do. I really didn't see how I could help except maybe to call for help if she decided she needed any. Then I noticed one guy had a cell phone on his belt, so I trudged by and entered the building.

I still felt weird moving on and leaving the scene. When I left the building like 30 minutes later, nobody was there. I hope she's alright.

Face What?

Convinced I was missing something and at the urging of my brother and a buddy, yesterday I signed on to a Facebook account.

*YAWN*

I don't get it.

Wacko for Jacko

I cannot get, on any level, being soooo distraught about the death of your favorite musician/artist. Ok, he was talented. We get that. And its a shame when someone dies young even if at their own doing. But t0 drop everything to go to a memorial? For a weirdo like Jacko no less? And turn him into way more than he really ever was?

Just my opinion, but it seems these people aren't quite all there either.

Rainy End

Getting rain so often lately isn't all bad.