Today is my last day after 24 years. I said some goodbyes yesterday and there will be a few more today. Still having a hard time believing it. And, dangit, there’s a $3,500 variance between the balance sheet and income statement that has me stumped and I may have to leave with it unresolved!
Reminder to myself in the low light of winter: strong sun on a patch of brown eyed Susans. Also: remember that it’s been hot as hell for weeks now and maybe winter would be a welcome break.
We’ll see how committed to the truth the Democrats are when Bill Clinton gets implicated in the Epstein affair.
I have a new job at my hometown credit union as the Accounting Manager. After twenty-four years at my current job, I put in my notice last week. My final day there will be July 31st. I start at the credit union a few days later.
I’ve been working remotely since the start of the pandemic. About a month ago, my current org announced a change in their work arrangements that would have had me back in the office an average of four days a week.
RIP, Ozzy. Many years ago I started trying to catch up on all the devil music I had missed in my youth. I checked out the first Black Sabbath album from the library. The opening track blew me away. “Sounds like Black Sabbath” has always been high praise to me. 🎵
A home remedy I hadn’t thought about in years: baking soda and water mixed into a paste for bee stings. Actually, in my memory we used for any kind of sting.
The men who live in my memory had work to do. That work had a purpose: to feed their families. They were not career men with five year plans and KPIs.
The men who live in my memory did not worry about what it meant to be a man or whether they were good at “adulting.” They knew that whatsoever their hands found to do, must be done with all their might.