LAYZING LATES!

Say this out loud and ask yourself this question:

Which does it mean!?

 

Increasing rent on the Chinese?

-or-

Enforcing tardiness with a beam of light?

 

oops

I'm thinking that I have too many files open or something. This is my start menu. :)

compared to what?

If I had been the observer of my actions and body language a minute ago, I would have drawn the following conclusion:

 

“Stay away, I think it stinks in there.”

 

I had my face turned inside out in disgust. The kind of face people make when they are forced to stay put amidst a roiling silent-but-deadly cloud of flatulence. You know, when you try to cover your nose with whatever part of your face is willing to accept the task. (of course you usually end up just looking weird and flaring your nostrils to inadvertently invite in more of the exact odor particulate that you are trying to avoid.

 

But my disgust wasn’t smell. I was pouring myself a cup of the free coffee on our floor.  This stuff is so nasty, but it does the trick. Ironically the company that could most succinctly describe this transaction is BUCKLEY’S cough syrup. Their technique is: Tastes horrible? Check. Works? Check. I wonder if this is how smokers feel about cigarettes.

 

The irony comes from the fact that the only time this coffee tasted decent is when I had just tasted Buckley’s. I bet Calvin’s Dad could have told me to expect that.

Cartoons aren't ALWAYS cool...

I just hit my head so hard that I was silent. Not that silence is incredibly difficult for me, but when you hurt yourself and scream, it’s one thing… when you smack your forehead on what I call a “triple corner” and just crouch silently in pain, it’s a different level. I don’t think I’m bleeding,

 

BUT:

 

I saw those stars like in a cartoon. That was kinda cool.

TGIF!!!!!

It’s 9:52 and I just now realized my shirt was inside out. I’m such a doofus. Thank goodness hardly anybody is in the office today.

that would just be mean:

I hope nobody ever calls me a Sinister McGinnis Turd. I would be sooo hurt.

A thought on the Human Action Model

Human action requires: Discomfort with the current state, A vision of a better state, and Belief that actions you take can take you (closer) to the better state.

 

Some of our mills manage with fear. AKA Command and Control, thinking about this during a class in which I SHOULD have been focusing on vane pass frequency of a Gould’s pump, I wrote down this thought:

 

When you drive action with a disproportionate emphasis on discomfort and the vision is thus blurry, the understanding of “why” is likely to be missing. This will also leave out an understanding of what drives real value.

 

If a person is too focused on keeping HIS job, he’s probably not focused on the customer.

 

The human action model works. Good action or bad action, it works.