I figure I'll do a large number of posts at first, and simmer down over time until I figure out my identity on SG. So here goes post numero uno despues de mi introducion.
I just got home from work for my lunch hour (1130 - 1300). I have two dogs that need to be let outside and fed. My 17 month white/yellow labrador was sitting on my recliner chair staring at the television that I left on when I went to work in the morning. He hears me at the foyer, and charges me as usual. Then my other dog, a 4 year old cocker spaniel named Sophie approaches and immediately rolls over to have her belly rubbed. This is my greeting at lunch, and at the end of the day - well pretty much any time I come home and hadn't brought them with me.
Lunch; 12 grain bread, smoked turkey, baby swiss, roast beef, cheddar, and some low-fat...yes low-fat butter. I also warmed up a bowl of chicken gumbo.
So how was work this morning? Once a month I do this thing called, "XXXXX's State of the Economy Address" that gets sent to virtually everyone in the company; across the United States, Canada, Europe, Asia, and South America.
I report the states of various economics, focusing on inflation, unemployment, manufacturing activity, and a bunch of other indicators of how healthy the U.S. and the world economy is. I make pretty little charts, and create a few drawings to explain economic concepts that our sales people need to know in order to benefit the company.
It's been a very busy month. I was handed a new project this month. We charge our vendors/suppliers a fee for a specfied amount of product we buy. The two people over the past 3 years that kept track of this, completely screwed it up, reporting bad numbers. So I was asked to take a look, and I found the problem was immense. I've been working virtually non-stop on it with no end in sight; Just the project I wanted (not being sarcastic). I'm the kind of person that can be buried alive, and I'll show up the next day clean-cut and my clothes pressed.
The problem is that the more and more I'm buried alive and am able to succeed; the more times I'm buried alive. If you do a great job, people start to expect repeat performances.
Enough about work; it's only about 8 hours a day of my life.
I really have an urge to paint - maybe I'll do some abstract after work. I like to create random objects, shade and color them creatively, and look at all the objects as one object.
I just got home from work for my lunch hour (1130 - 1300). I have two dogs that need to be let outside and fed. My 17 month white/yellow labrador was sitting on my recliner chair staring at the television that I left on when I went to work in the morning. He hears me at the foyer, and charges me as usual. Then my other dog, a 4 year old cocker spaniel named Sophie approaches and immediately rolls over to have her belly rubbed. This is my greeting at lunch, and at the end of the day - well pretty much any time I come home and hadn't brought them with me.
Lunch; 12 grain bread, smoked turkey, baby swiss, roast beef, cheddar, and some low-fat...yes low-fat butter. I also warmed up a bowl of chicken gumbo.
So how was work this morning? Once a month I do this thing called, "XXXXX's State of the Economy Address" that gets sent to virtually everyone in the company; across the United States, Canada, Europe, Asia, and South America.
I report the states of various economics, focusing on inflation, unemployment, manufacturing activity, and a bunch of other indicators of how healthy the U.S. and the world economy is. I make pretty little charts, and create a few drawings to explain economic concepts that our sales people need to know in order to benefit the company.
It's been a very busy month. I was handed a new project this month. We charge our vendors/suppliers a fee for a specfied amount of product we buy. The two people over the past 3 years that kept track of this, completely screwed it up, reporting bad numbers. So I was asked to take a look, and I found the problem was immense. I've been working virtually non-stop on it with no end in sight; Just the project I wanted (not being sarcastic). I'm the kind of person that can be buried alive, and I'll show up the next day clean-cut and my clothes pressed.
The problem is that the more and more I'm buried alive and am able to succeed; the more times I'm buried alive. If you do a great job, people start to expect repeat performances.
Enough about work; it's only about 8 hours a day of my life.
I really have an urge to paint - maybe I'll do some abstract after work. I like to create random objects, shade and color them creatively, and look at all the objects as one object.