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Post by pippsheadache on Aug 31, 2022 10:33:16 GMT -5
Yeah, I'm ready at a moment's notice. As long as it's Tuesday through Thursday between 10 AM and 2 PM and includes lunch. lol. Any trips planned for the near future? You gotta leave October free for the playoffs! No big stuff. Finger Lakes in a month or so, which combines family business with monkey business. If the Yanks get bounced early in October we might ease the pain in the Outer Banks during prime hurricane season. As usual we migrate south in the winter, this year a month in Hilton Head, friends on the east coast of Florida and then a few weeks in Pensacola, the one part of Florida we've never been to. Then in May the serious stuff begins! The Euro has been crashing and hopefully stays down for another year. We're lining up some treks in the Swiss Alps and later hiking through Portugal and Spain. But of course all of those plans can unravel in a moment from things beyond our control. We've reached the point in life where anything we want to do, we have to do now. We can lay out our five year plans, but there is no guarantee that the Fates will go along with it. C'est la vie. |
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Post by kaybli on Aug 31, 2022 10:37:56 GMT -5
lol. Any trips planned for the near future? You gotta leave October free for the playoffs! No big stuff. Finger Lakes in a month or so, which combines family business with monkey business. If the Yanks get bounced early in October we might ease the pain in the Outer Banks during prime hurricane season. As usual we migrate south in the winter, this year a month in Hilton Head, friends on the east coast of Florida and then a few weeks in Pensacola, the one part of Florida we've never been to. Then in May the serious stuff begins! The Euro has been crashing and hopefully stays down for another year. We're lining up some treks in the Swiss Alps and later hiking through Portugal and Spain. But of course all of those plans can unravel in a moment from things beyond our control. We've reached the point in life where anything we want to do, we have to do now. We can lay out our five year plans, but there is no guarantee that the Fates will go along with it. C'est la vie. Sounds great pipps! Like I've said before, I love your adventurous spirit! |
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Post by rizzuto on Aug 31, 2022 11:34:55 GMT -5
This is the Weissert we saw in the minors this season. All it took was injuries to Chad Green, Michael King, Aroldis Chapman, Miguel Castro, Ron Marinaccio, Clay Holmes, Albert Abreu, Scott Effross and the horse he rode in on, and tearing up AAA the entire season for the Yankee brain trust to recognize Weissert deserved a chance.  |
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Post by rizzuto on Aug 31, 2022 11:54:46 GMT -5
Do you like working at home? We're all different but I'd struggle with working at home all the time, maybe once or twice a week as a break from the office, but I like seeing other people.....sometimes.  I love working from home. For example works light today so I'm playing Madden during the day. Working from home takes discipline and focus that I do not believe I have any longer, except in certain instances. I think I am in the wrong profession, in that the work does seem like a job, rather than something you love that you happen to get paid to do. I n college, I admired and envied friends who knew exactly what they wanted to do and who had specific, undying interest in a narrow field. It may only be a slight exaggeration that I changed my major each time I took different courses of study for the first time. If I recall, it was eight times. Too many interests, too distractible, too impressionable. One likes to consider himself moveable, malleable, and open to ideas, but I fear it was simply an appetite of trying to taste every single flavor of ice cream and never leaving with a favorite. Maybe I should have tried to stay at a university, among the tweed and leather bound volumes in the restricted sections, cutting myself on index cards and searching for enlightenment. With my luck, I would have been cancelled by the incoming plague of freshman insects seeking safe spaces rather than another point of view. |
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Post by kaybli on Aug 31, 2022 13:51:23 GMT -5
I love working from home. For example works light today so I'm playing Madden during the day. Working from home takes discipline and focus that I do not believe I have any longer, except in certain instances. I think I am in the wrong profession, in that the work does seem like a job, rather than something you love that you happen to get paid to do. I n college, I admired and envied friends who knew exactly what they wanted to do and who had specific, undying interest in a narrow field. It may only be a slight exaggeration that I changed my major each time I took different courses of study for the first time. If I recall, it was eight times. Too many interests, too distractible, too impressionable. One likes to consider himself moveable, malleable, and open to ideas, but I fear it was simply an appetite of trying to taste every single flavor of ice cream and never leaving with a favorite. Maybe I should have tried to stay at a university, among the tweed and leather bound volumes in the restricted sections, cutting myself on index cards and searching for enlightenment. With my luck, I would have been cancelled by the incoming plague of freshman insects seeking safe spaces rather than another point of view. Don't sweat it too much rizz, most people don't love their jobs. I certainly don't. Love your friends, your family, your hobbies, your interests, the places you eat, and where you want to travel to. You don't have to love your job. All I know is you are an incredibly intelligent and caring individual. Any work place is lucky to have you! |
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Post by pippsheadache on Aug 31, 2022 14:18:22 GMT -5
I love working from home. For example works light today so I'm playing Madden during the day. Working from home takes discipline and focus that I do not believe I have any longer, except in certain instances. I think I am in the wrong profession, in that the work does seem like a job, rather than something you love that you happen to get paid to do. I n college, I admired and envied friends who knew exactly what they wanted to do and who had specific, undying interest in a narrow field. It may only be a slight exaggeration that I changed my major each time I took different courses of study for the first time. If I recall, it was eight times. Too many interests, too distractible, too impressionable. One likes to consider himself moveable, malleable, and open to ideas, but I fear it was simply an appetite of trying to taste every single flavor of ice cream and never leaving with a favorite. Maybe I should have tried to stay at a university, among the tweed and leather bound volumes in the restricted sections, cutting myself on index cards and searching for enlightenment. With my luck, I would have been cancelled by the incoming plague of freshman insects seeking safe spaces rather than another point of view. It seems to me you have too much interest in the wider world to be satisfied living in the stacks. I spent much of my career working with academicians, and a very large percentage of them were dissatisfied and wanted a career change, but at some point were so financially tied to the system that it made no practical sense to leave. I never got this same sense from executives in private industry. The number of people who know exactly what they want to do in their youth and proceed to do it is very small. Most of them are either in the arts or sciences, at least in my experience. Well, athletes of course, but there ain't many of those. We Liberal Arts chickens have to scrounge around and hope for the best. I hear you, a thousand different interests, but no calling. We just find something that pays decently and take it from there. But it does sound as if you are being somewhat exploited with those hours. Screw that unless there is some guaranteed big payoff right around the corner. There has to be a limit to that stuff. |
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Post by rizzuto on Aug 31, 2022 15:32:44 GMT -5
Working from home takes discipline and focus that I do not believe I have any longer, except in certain instances. I think I am in the wrong profession, in that the work does seem like a job, rather than something you love that you happen to get paid to do. I n college, I admired and envied friends who knew exactly what they wanted to do and who had specific, undying interest in a narrow field. It may only be a slight exaggeration that I changed my major each time I took different courses of study for the first time. If I recall, it was eight times. Too many interests, too distractible, too impressionable. One likes to consider himself moveable, malleable, and open to ideas, but I fear it was simply an appetite of trying to taste every single flavor of ice cream and never leaving with a favorite. Maybe I should have tried to stay at a university, among the tweed and leather bound volumes in the restricted sections, cutting myself on index cards and searching for enlightenment. With my luck, I would have been cancelled by the incoming plague of freshman insects seeking safe spaces rather than another point of view. It seems to me you have too much interest in the wider world to be satisfied living in the stacks. I spent much of my career working with academicians, and a very large percentage of them were dissatisfied and wanted a career change, but at some point were so financially tied to the system that it made no practical sense to leave. I never got this same sense from executives in private industry. The number of people who know exactly what they want to do in their youth and proceed to do it is very small. Most of them are either in the arts or sciences, at least in my experience. Well, athletes of course, but there ain't many of those. We Liberal Arts chickens have to scrounge around and hope for the best. I hear you, a thousand different interests, but no calling. We just find something that pays decently and take it from there. But it does sound as if you are being somewhat exploited with those hours. Screw that unless there is some guaranteed big payoff right around the corner. There has to be a limit to that stuff. I think I loved the energy and vibe of a university, but that was when individuals found discussion and debate enlightening in and of itself. Validation was not the goal, neither was surrounding oneself with comfortable thoughts. You wanted something to make you question yourself and your thinking. In effect, creating cognitive discomfort to reexamine what you already thought you knew. I enjoyed the mental exercise, the playing with ideas. Other than my life with Sarah, I don't know that I ever felt more at home. Had I been born with a trust fund, I would probably still be in that environment. Plus the sports and speakers and celebrations, and very cool sweatshirts. Education tends to overwork individuals who care or care about doing a good job. The idea of weekends and summers off is laughable to anyone in the business, unless one has tenure or permanency. COVID has created an odd atmosphere of tightening personnel costs and a scarcity of available and certified people to fill positions when they are open. It seems contradictory, but there it is. |
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Post by rizzuto on Aug 31, 2022 16:15:23 GMT -5
Working from home takes discipline and focus that I do not believe I have any longer, except in certain instances. I think I am in the wrong profession, in that the work does seem like a job, rather than something you love that you happen to get paid to do. I n college, I admired and envied friends who knew exactly what they wanted to do and who had specific, undying interest in a narrow field. It may only be a slight exaggeration that I changed my major each time I took different courses of study for the first time. If I recall, it was eight times. Too many interests, too distractible, too impressionable. One likes to consider himself moveable, malleable, and open to ideas, but I fear it was simply an appetite of trying to taste every single flavor of ice cream and never leaving with a favorite. Maybe I should have tried to stay at a university, among the tweed and leather bound volumes in the restricted sections, cutting myself on index cards and searching for enlightenment. With my luck, I would have been cancelled by the incoming plague of freshman insects seeking safe spaces rather than another point of view. Don't sweat it too much rizz, most people don't love their jobs. I certainly don't. Love your friends, your family, your hobbies, your interests, the places you eat, and where you want to travel to. You don't have to love your job. All I know is you are an incredibly intelligent and caring individual. Any work place is lucky to have you! You are too kind, Kay. I understand your sentiment and priorities, and they are indefensible. But, I do envy those few that can look at work as a calling or what they would be doing if they were not working. |
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Post by inger on Aug 31, 2022 21:29:49 GMT -5
I found myself in the position of having to make appearances in the office, Road work, and STILL have to pound computer keys into the night and on weekends. That, my friends, was fine with me as long as my immediate boss showed appreciation and her bosses offered a fake morsel of appreciation once in a while. Once I got unappreciative bosses it was irksome…
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