Changing of the guard
I haven't posted in awhile. This new job I've taken on comes with high pressure, stress, and profound humility. There's never a dull moment for the 8, 9, and occasional, 10 hour work day. Paper work mounts on my new desk. Purchase orders come in like clockwork. Continous contact with our distributors, major accounts, shipping department, and colleagues is daily routine. Now, I leave what was comfortable and controllable.
My good friends and family are at a distance despite daily phone calls on our days during the evenings. The Motel 6 stay (no, I didn't want to place a huge burden on my company's expenditures) now turns to a new apartment. This place is still foreign. I'm confident this will work out with a great boss and hopefully, new friends along the way.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Praise our country's blessings and continue fighting for progress
Watching Saving Private Ryan several years ago, tears streamed down my face. American troops stormed the beaches of Normandy and confronted fierce resistance. Many didn't return home, and my grandfather was carried to a camp by one of his fellow soldiers after a piece of shrapnel sliced through his leg. Precious minutes determined his fate.
My grandfather returned to a camp with an article of his clothing used to apply pressure to the open wound. He began praying, and he saw a priest walking by the camp. He asked the priest to read him his Last Rites, but the priest coldly responded, "I'm sorry. I only have time for the living."
Read more at examiner.com under Religion & Spirituality.
Watching Saving Private Ryan several years ago, tears streamed down my face. American troops stormed the beaches of Normandy and confronted fierce resistance. Many didn't return home, and my grandfather was carried to a camp by one of his fellow soldiers after a piece of shrapnel sliced through his leg. Precious minutes determined his fate.
My grandfather returned to a camp with an article of his clothing used to apply pressure to the open wound. He began praying, and he saw a priest walking by the camp. He asked the priest to read him his Last Rites, but the priest coldly responded, "I'm sorry. I only have time for the living."
Read more at examiner.com under Religion & Spirituality.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Moving on up to the northwest side
I've been offered an attractive management position outside Atlanta. This has been a very exciting time and look forward to working with another outstanding group of people. So, au revoir Augusta. I 'm also freelance writing for a great online publication, examiner.com. Feel free to visit and you'll find me under Augusta Liberal Christian Examiner. After the first article, you won't see the preachy tone; don't worry. It's more of an outlet to expand my love for writing on here and although it might be minimal pay, I'm very grateful to work for a publication that has so much to offer. Visit examiner.com and you'll understand what I'm talking about.
I've been offered an attractive management position outside Atlanta. This has been a very exciting time and look forward to working with another outstanding group of people. So, au revoir Augusta. I 'm also freelance writing for a great online publication, examiner.com. Feel free to visit and you'll find me under Augusta Liberal Christian Examiner. After the first article, you won't see the preachy tone; don't worry. It's more of an outlet to expand my love for writing on here and although it might be minimal pay, I'm very grateful to work for a publication that has so much to offer. Visit examiner.com and you'll understand what I'm talking about.
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