I'm shaking right now. Seriously. And I'm not a shaky person by nature. I'm as solid as they come. It's probably the reason my friends depend on me so much.
But today has been different. I've been up since 6am. One of my employees was working on this small business deal and needed me to pick up some merchandise for him from Sarasota. Not that big a deal, right? A forty-five minute drive, pick up some stuff, stop off at Starbucks and head back home to prep for my work day.
As I'm heading home, I'm stopped at a light on Clark Rd. One of my other employees calls to ask me a question...I'm at a light so I figure...pick it up. I'm talking to her for a few seconds when...BAM!!! I was rear ended. I tell her I'll have to call her back, pull my car around to the side street so as not to block traffic. The Mustang makes no attempt to move over...so I think, okay, maybe he's having car problem...or maybe he really doesn't know how to drive his vehicle...afterall, when he hit me it felt and sounded like he was new to stick shift and he popped his clutch. There was no damage to my car, so I figured when he pulled over I'd let him know everything was fine. I walk around toward his car...he sees me walking towards him...He peals out and takes off.
My first official hit-and-run! Gotta love Florida Drivers.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Feedback Welcome
Okay, I walked into the house the other day and Kirk looks at me and says...you're never gonna believe this...then proceeds to ask for my advice. Those of you who know me personally know just how brutally, bluntly honest I can be and that it's been both a blessing and a curse.
So here's the background on the situation. Kirk's brother has been married for a few years now. He's been going to pharmacy school to better himself and he's been working full time the entire time. His wife is a bit insecure which, in turn, causes her to be controlling. The last time they came to Florida was with her family. They were only about 3 hours from where we live. Gary contacted Kirk with possibly getting together. She nixed that stating that they were on vacation with HER family and wouldn't have time for Gary to meet Kirk or hang out...even for part of a day.
So Gary's getting ready to graduate from Pharmacy school...finally. The class wants to take a class trip to an area near Panama Beach. Gary included. Her response to that was hell no, he's not allowed...followed by..."If you go on this vacation, you'll be returning home to packed bags and locks being changed on the door...and I'm filing for divorce." Over a little vacation. Apparently, even though she's never been given any provocation, she doesn't trust him.
If it were you...and you were given this ultimatum...what would you do?
I can tell you what I'd do....I'd be righteously angry first. I don't take ultimatums well. Furthermore, if I've never given you a reason to mistrust me, I'd be severely affronted...because a relationship should be built on trust.
If it were me? I would go. Because for a marriage to work out...and this is just my opinion...and maybe why I'm not married... there has to be mutual trust and respect. Without that...why bother?
So here's the background on the situation. Kirk's brother has been married for a few years now. He's been going to pharmacy school to better himself and he's been working full time the entire time. His wife is a bit insecure which, in turn, causes her to be controlling. The last time they came to Florida was with her family. They were only about 3 hours from where we live. Gary contacted Kirk with possibly getting together. She nixed that stating that they were on vacation with HER family and wouldn't have time for Gary to meet Kirk or hang out...even for part of a day.
So Gary's getting ready to graduate from Pharmacy school...finally. The class wants to take a class trip to an area near Panama Beach. Gary included. Her response to that was hell no, he's not allowed...followed by..."If you go on this vacation, you'll be returning home to packed bags and locks being changed on the door...and I'm filing for divorce." Over a little vacation. Apparently, even though she's never been given any provocation, she doesn't trust him.
If it were you...and you were given this ultimatum...what would you do?
I can tell you what I'd do....I'd be righteously angry first. I don't take ultimatums well. Furthermore, if I've never given you a reason to mistrust me, I'd be severely affronted...because a relationship should be built on trust.
If it were me? I would go. Because for a marriage to work out...and this is just my opinion...and maybe why I'm not married... there has to be mutual trust and respect. Without that...why bother?
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
So the coolest thing happened...
In the midst of all my worries about corparte visits and employee illnesses and vacations and trainings and meetings, I'd decompress on myspace. It's been great because I've run into old friends from high school and stuff. It was pretty cool and distracting, so I was having fun.
But this weekend, something extraordinary happened. I was checking out a site to a neighboring highschool in the area I grew up... I had a lot of friends at this place because I went to one of their feeder elementary schools and Jr Highs. And while I was there I found...None other than one of my brother Jonathan's best friends!
I don't know if anyone can truly appreciate what this meant to me. Or to him. This kid was WITH my brother the day of his accident. His dad was an EMT and put out a distress call to fellow EMT's and Police Officers for extra help to get my brother's ambulance through traffic during rush hour traffic. His family saw our family through one of the hardest times in our lives. And we lost touch. Until I saw his picture on myspace. He looked exactly the same...except older.
And even though I can never bring my brother back...death being final and everything. Running into this guy and seeing that he's okay put a smile on my face and in my heart. For a minute it felt like I had my brother back.
Here's my myspace link for anyone interested.http://www.myspace.com/prrr4mepls
But this weekend, something extraordinary happened. I was checking out a site to a neighboring highschool in the area I grew up... I had a lot of friends at this place because I went to one of their feeder elementary schools and Jr Highs. And while I was there I found...None other than one of my brother Jonathan's best friends!
I don't know if anyone can truly appreciate what this meant to me. Or to him. This kid was WITH my brother the day of his accident. His dad was an EMT and put out a distress call to fellow EMT's and Police Officers for extra help to get my brother's ambulance through traffic during rush hour traffic. His family saw our family through one of the hardest times in our lives. And we lost touch. Until I saw his picture on myspace. He looked exactly the same...except older.
And even though I can never bring my brother back...death being final and everything. Running into this guy and seeing that he's okay put a smile on my face and in my heart. For a minute it felt like I had my brother back.
Here's my myspace link for anyone interested.http://www.myspace.com/prrr4mepls
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Just When You Think
life's getting back to normal...
Normal gets thrown out the window.
Heck, the holidays are over. Life should be slowing down for me this month. I was looking forward to it. I should have known better. More importantly...if ever there comes a time when I think my life is worse than someone else's...intervention tends to give you a reality check. And in that moment, you realize...your life isn't so bad.
I've been sick...with that gawdawful nasty virus/flu/cold thingie that's been going around and taking people weeks to recover from. I felt pretty miserable. I called in for the first time in my career with the company I work for. I had virtually no voice. My sides, back and stomach were sore from all the coughing. Sleeping through the night was not an option...I'd wake myself up with the racking coughs. Sounds pretty awful, right?
And along came Anthony. I call him A1 because I have two of them...both Anthonys...both last names start with C's. He's one of my new employees. I'd sent him off to training in Miami. The first week went great! He came back excited and looking forward to his final week of training because it meant he could finally work on the floor. He was learning. It was thrilling to see. So when my phone rang in the middle of the day on Tuesday, the last thing I expected to hear was that my new 23 year old employee was in the emergency room...taken there personally by the trainer. Apparently he was experiencing chest pains, sharp head pains, nausea, dizziness...and with that, whenever the pain would strike...he'd lose his power of speech. He'd start slurring his words, stuttering, not making sense. Hearing the symptoms I wondered silently...stroke? Tumor? Unknown heart condition? And then the trainer said that one of the people there suspected a vascular migraine. He had a couple of tests...all came back good. But with his symptoms they wanted to keep him over night for observation. And they wanted to do a spinal tap. But by 5 o'clock, even that thought had changed. They'd admitted him to Intensive Care...because they noticed that everytime he had an onset of the head pains...his speech would go. They did the spinal tap, EKG's, MRI's, Brain scans...all came back good.
A week later they discharged my frustrated employee...no more knowledgeable about what happened than they were before. But with migraine meds and a lot of rest, the pain was going away. Or so everyone thought. Anthony was thrilled to be home. The hospital he'd been at had virtually no one but doctors and patients that spoke English...not even his nurses could easily communicate with him. He had to call his trainer if he wanted to know what was going on with his care. But he finally made it back home. He thought he was feeling stronger. Till yesterday. The pains were still happening. He's been afraid, and who could blame him! So he went to the Emergency room. And bingo...without the language barrier, and after more probing, something was finally figured out. First, he has low blood pressure...which is concern enough. But secondly, they noticed that while sitting or laying down, he was fine. But if he got up and walked a few feet his resting heart rate of 70 would jump up to over 110. Not at all normal. But now they've got him on some meds...and we've got a starting point.
And if that's not enough, I also spent yesterday talking to a broken hearted young lady...Tiffany...who found out that her husband doesn't want to stay and fight and work things out. He wants a divorce. She's devastated. And she's now questioning her entire self worth. At 21. He was her Jr. High sweetheart...and they'd had the fairytale wedding. Now she's just sad. And she's scared. And she's never really been completely alone. Yeah, she's heart broken.
And if I thought my problems of the moment were bad...all I have to do is look around me...and realize that this too shall pass.
Normal gets thrown out the window.
Heck, the holidays are over. Life should be slowing down for me this month. I was looking forward to it. I should have known better. More importantly...if ever there comes a time when I think my life is worse than someone else's...intervention tends to give you a reality check. And in that moment, you realize...your life isn't so bad.
I've been sick...with that gawdawful nasty virus/flu/cold thingie that's been going around and taking people weeks to recover from. I felt pretty miserable. I called in for the first time in my career with the company I work for. I had virtually no voice. My sides, back and stomach were sore from all the coughing. Sleeping through the night was not an option...I'd wake myself up with the racking coughs. Sounds pretty awful, right?
And along came Anthony. I call him A1 because I have two of them...both Anthonys...both last names start with C's. He's one of my new employees. I'd sent him off to training in Miami. The first week went great! He came back excited and looking forward to his final week of training because it meant he could finally work on the floor. He was learning. It was thrilling to see. So when my phone rang in the middle of the day on Tuesday, the last thing I expected to hear was that my new 23 year old employee was in the emergency room...taken there personally by the trainer. Apparently he was experiencing chest pains, sharp head pains, nausea, dizziness...and with that, whenever the pain would strike...he'd lose his power of speech. He'd start slurring his words, stuttering, not making sense. Hearing the symptoms I wondered silently...stroke? Tumor? Unknown heart condition? And then the trainer said that one of the people there suspected a vascular migraine. He had a couple of tests...all came back good. But with his symptoms they wanted to keep him over night for observation. And they wanted to do a spinal tap. But by 5 o'clock, even that thought had changed. They'd admitted him to Intensive Care...because they noticed that everytime he had an onset of the head pains...his speech would go. They did the spinal tap, EKG's, MRI's, Brain scans...all came back good.
A week later they discharged my frustrated employee...no more knowledgeable about what happened than they were before. But with migraine meds and a lot of rest, the pain was going away. Or so everyone thought. Anthony was thrilled to be home. The hospital he'd been at had virtually no one but doctors and patients that spoke English...not even his nurses could easily communicate with him. He had to call his trainer if he wanted to know what was going on with his care. But he finally made it back home. He thought he was feeling stronger. Till yesterday. The pains were still happening. He's been afraid, and who could blame him! So he went to the Emergency room. And bingo...without the language barrier, and after more probing, something was finally figured out. First, he has low blood pressure...which is concern enough. But secondly, they noticed that while sitting or laying down, he was fine. But if he got up and walked a few feet his resting heart rate of 70 would jump up to over 110. Not at all normal. But now they've got him on some meds...and we've got a starting point.
And if that's not enough, I also spent yesterday talking to a broken hearted young lady...Tiffany...who found out that her husband doesn't want to stay and fight and work things out. He wants a divorce. She's devastated. And she's now questioning her entire self worth. At 21. He was her Jr. High sweetheart...and they'd had the fairytale wedding. Now she's just sad. And she's scared. And she's never really been completely alone. Yeah, she's heart broken.
And if I thought my problems of the moment were bad...all I have to do is look around me...and realize that this too shall pass.