6 posts from 2006

I ordered the winter tires for your car. It took less than one minute (seriously) and I had the order confirmation moments after I hung up. I love TireRack.com! Even if I had to call in (the site told me to cause our car is so whacky) just the speed of service and the process they take you through over the phone proves this is the best way to buy tires.
He asked me if we get more ice than snow in our town.
I said, "I'm more worried about ice."
He immediately named the tire (B-stone Blizzak Revo 1), price ($75) and stated how soon they would arrive.
All I had to do then was say "ok" and give him a credit card number and zip code.

I've spent more time typing this than I did on the phone.

Truth of the matter and raison d'etat for this note - I should have ordered tires for your car long ago, pumpkin. Seeing as I enjoy it so much, I will from here on, never daly to order you some new rubber. So burn rubber baby! I've got you covered.

So, I've been thinking about work 24/7 over the past two months. Everyone I talk to has been supportive about it - it being the vacant stare - because the ideas are so very large. Yet, I feel this is something so big, it's beyond casual thought. I can't just think about it in the shower and then dry off and be done. It's a 30 minute shower until the hot water runs out, then get out and spend two hours on Basecamp fiddling. So much for a lazy Sunday morning.

My calling is to be a project manager. No more, no less.

I'm not a regular Economist subscriber. I mean, I do subscribe, and I do read it, but not in the same way as I read, say, The New Yorker, cover to cover. I pick and choose in The Economist. I gathered up the latest issue and perched on the stool at my kitchen computer with a glass of water Wednesday night. I like to fold over the Economist, so I can read it with one hand (pint of water in the other). I flipped pages as I restarted my iMac over and over (failed hard drive...trying to get last 15G of iTunes off it). I saw the picture of Mrs.Trott and read the whole thing. Once I finished it and had to restart yet again, I tossed it to my wife (Mrs. Jrome) in the living room. I knew she had finished it when I heard her exclaim, "You need to just do it. Do that start up thing. It's a great idea."

Her comment echoed what was in my head already. That I should start. And that I should start now.

The world looks different to me today. I think I know why. My work now has a purpose.