tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post6145962990283388390..comments2023-11-03T08:20:30.660-04:00Comments on The Morning Meeting: An Emotional Event For MeThe CEOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02132181032041726978noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-25067312415723186522008-09-16T15:50:00.000-04:002008-09-16T15:50:00.000-04:00Hi Heather, nope, I did't offer to haul up a bucke...Hi Heather, nope, I did't offer to haul up a bucket of mud for him. Not with my back. I was serious about the beer though.The CEOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132181032041726978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-59304301240017420292008-09-16T11:45:00.000-04:002008-09-16T11:45:00.000-04:00And here I thought you were going to say you got o...And here I thought you were going to say you got out a bucket and started hauling mud out for him :)PhoenixHearsehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06310547874417604117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-42001298371587128672008-09-15T21:00:00.000-04:002008-09-15T21:00:00.000-04:00Hi Ali, it appears I work best with computers, and...Hi Ali, it appears I work best with computers, and not the construction or manufacturing industry. Perhaps I am at my best, though, eating and drinking!<BR/><BR/>Hi Susan, I leared from my father that educated didn't mean mature, or something like that. Applies to me too.The CEOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132181032041726978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-15667572488928330192008-09-15T04:07:00.000-04:002008-09-15T04:07:00.000-04:00Many of my mother's favorite threats ended with th...Many of my mother's favorite threats ended with the words, "or you'll grow up to be a ditch digger."<BR/><BR/>Since I had never actually seen one,I would have liked to so I could decide for myself. She was markedly unimpressed with my logic.<BR/><BR/>It sounds as if your father spared no pain to teach you the lessons he considered valuable. I guess the Child Labor Laws were a well-kept secret (heartinsanfranciscohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07535397382991383931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-84648458905824830792008-09-15T00:00:00.000-04:002008-09-15T00:00:00.000-04:00Our first few work experiences mold us. For me, it...Our first few work experiences mold us. For me, it was working in a factory that packaged clothing for American Eagle. It was a boring, repetitive job. I clocked in at 7 am, clocked out for my 30 minute lunch, clocked back in, and clocked out at 3:30. While I was at work, I packed boxes, tagged clothing, and tried to stay sane. <BR/><BR/>The trigger for me was the married couple who also worked Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09800504969443152728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-25847890542859167382008-09-14T15:05:00.000-04:002008-09-14T15:05:00.000-04:00Hi Skinny, his best efforts didn't make me a great...Hi Skinny, his best efforts didn't make me a great laborer, or carpenter or brick layer or son. I preferred avoiding him. He couldn't understand that. I still worry that I didn't grow up to be like him. You turned out pretty well!The CEOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132181032041726978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-63382549934604765372008-09-14T01:17:00.000-04:002008-09-14T01:17:00.000-04:00Very insightful.Digging, in and of itself, is not ...Very insightful.<BR/>Digging, in and of itself, is not easy. Digging and having to heave it two to three feet over your head and out two to three feet is hallucinatory. (did i make that word up?)<BR/>I had to dig my water pipes up several years ago and thought I was seeing things out of the corner of my eyes....it was just too laborious, too hot, the ground was too hard. I cannot imagine going 8'skinnylittleblondehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04948889861251533317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-4592872581861291982008-09-13T10:50:00.000-04:002008-09-13T10:50:00.000-04:00Hi CM, the guy was at the bottom of an 8 foot hole...Hi CM, the guy was at the bottom of an 8 foot hole, and I was watching him. There were plenty of WSSC people around, yet I was feeling claustrophobic. I'm still having trouble sleeping.<BR/><BR/>Hi Amy, I hope you do write to your dad, he did it right.The CEOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132181032041726978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-55689115012481918322008-09-13T04:40:00.000-04:002008-09-13T04:40:00.000-04:00My dad was a painting contractor - a hands-on proj...My dad was a painting contractor - a hands-on project manager who ran his own business and a crew of guys (usually 2-3 of them) who painted buildings inside and out. I went to work with him many times and learned how to use a compressor, wear and face mask, and work for hours on end without rest. And then I grew up and realised that he'd been easy on me, really (because I was The Girl). It was a MrsGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12850209738701778780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-20355430053275128102008-09-12T17:24:00.000-04:002008-09-12T17:24:00.000-04:00did the fellow in your yard have a cage down there...did the fellow in your yard have a cage down there with him? maybe that is why he didn't want photos? <BR/><BR/>I would be terrified of a cave-in...cmhlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10317855402018758135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-81666952969347463462008-09-12T12:42:00.000-04:002008-09-12T12:42:00.000-04:00Hi Puss, my parents were not known for being the e...Hi Puss, my parents were not known for being the easiest people to live with. I understand your father completely because he was also mine.<BR/><BR/>Hi Carrie, yup that's me, the local man of mystery. I still have work gloves downstairs, but with my back I make a lousy laborer.<BR/><BR/>Hi M@, too bad I could never be in your league. You're a professional writer. That takes talents I don't have.<The CEOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02132181032041726978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-57328633449203530502008-09-12T07:03:00.000-04:002008-09-12T07:03:00.000-04:00It was an awesome read.Not one of your fondest mem...It was an awesome read.<BR/>Not one of your fondest memories, no doubt....the photos spoke to the story well.<BR/><BR/>I found myself feeling sad for the fella in the photo and sad for the memory of mud and muck attached to the 'lesson'.<BR/>Could be just what I read into it?<BR/><BR/>I'm an experiential learner--and require multiple 2x4's. (go figure!) <BR/>But when I finally 'get it', I Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14408403855260279799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-54398156668736656152008-09-11T16:19:00.000-04:002008-09-11T16:19:00.000-04:00I've done ALL kinds of jobs....I've done ALL kinds of jobs....M@https://www.blogger.com/profile/11907796642043083093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-87453722605012180302008-09-11T13:43:00.000-04:002008-09-11T13:43:00.000-04:00See, I never would have guessed you were a laborer...See, I never would have guessed you were a laborer in your past! This was an awesome read. :) Thanks for sharing it.<BR/><BR/>I have to agree with you. My Dad was a white collar professional too. From the time we could all understand language, it was drilled into us by both our parents to get an education. We had to go to college at least. No exceptions. When I took time off after high school, itEchomousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05940320361755051172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805515354485238513.post-39700166542474844272008-09-11T09:32:00.000-04:002008-09-11T09:32:00.000-04:00I've always been more of a carrot person than a st...I've always been more of a carrot person than a stick person, so those lessons would have been lost on me. <BR/><BR/>PussGlamourpusshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01450175254756849062noreply@blogger.com