Archive for April, 2013

kid at work

Just received an e-mail from a regional manager for the company I worked for, before coming back to my current company.  They are still interested in having me work for them.  The e-mail was asking what my interest level was about returning.  I’m very interested if I can stay near Kansas City, so I can still spend my weekends with my daughter.

I spoke with them several months ago about going to work in Dallas, but decided against moving there.  I asked them to keep me in mind if something in this area opened up.  I wonder if that’s what this e-mail means, that something’s opened up?  That would be very sweet.  The job had a much higher salary than my current job, and plenty of overtime to boot.  I made over $30,000 a year more than I do now.  I wouldn’t mind making money again and being able to pay off my debts for a change.

Just got another e-mail message — my old job is available.  Sweet!  Awesome!  He’s asked me to send my updated resume.

So, three of the companies I’ve worked for since leaving the Navy who have wanted me back for at least a second time.  I returned to Sprint twice, my current company ScriptPro once, and if things work out this time, this other company.  Always try leaving your jobs on a good note, because you never know when you’ll get another opportunity.




I haven’t blogged about my dreams lately, but if you like reading about them, you’re in for a real treat tonight (well, that’s a matter of opinion, I suppose).  I should have written better notes after the dreams, because I’ve forgotten the details of one.  All I have for notes is, “Evil Genius on Sub”.  One can only guess what that one was about….

In another dream, I’m in a buffet line at a hotel, getting ready to pig out.  And what do I do?  I load my plate up with salad, just like I do at Jerusalem Bakery in real life, most Sundays after church.  Only in the dream, I take only salad.  No plateful of meat.  How sad.

In the next dream, I’m a passenger in a mini-van, going to the driver’s house with her kids.  We are stuck in traffic on a little two-lane highway.  Cars are backed up from the gate at the county fair.  While we’re creeping along, we begin discussing the railroad museum on the side of the road — an old depot, some cars and locomotives.  A pair of tracks cross the highway, and as we’re crossing the tracks, I notice each track is different.  One is from regular train tracks and the other is from a streetcar line (now, in real life, I have no idea whether the tracks are different, but they were in the dream).  I mentioned it to the others in the mini-van, and woke up.

Then, I was a passenger in a mini-van again.  We were parked at a gas station.  My coworker, Diana, was talking to the passenger in the shotgun seat.  I didn’t hear what was said, but I opened my door and stood up on the threshold, so I was looking over the top of the car at Diana.  She looked at me, then walked away.  We, the mini-van occupants, climbed back in and drove to a place where the county was handing out used county-orange hoodies to homeless people, for charity.  One of the other guys walked over to the folks handing out hoodies, trying to hide his identity, as if he were ashamed to be getting one.  He hid his face with his hand until he came back to the mini-van.  I decided it was my turn, and walked over to the charitable county employees.  But I wasn’t ashamed.  I was having fun, as if it were a game.  Someone handed me a hoody splashed with paint, and the sleeves were cut off.  On my way back to the mini-van, I figured out what was going on.  We would be part of a protest at work.  The hoodies were props to wear, to give the impression we were nearly homeless because of our low wages.  Then I realized, Diana had been one of the organizers and it was her idea for us to get the hoodies.  After getting our hoodies, the group of us climbed into a bus.  There were big boxes in the back rows, and one person was sleeping in the back row, almost buried by the boxes.  there were mattresses in the aisle, and two of us flopped onto the one near the boxes.  I was pretending to fall asleep, but it wasn’t easy because an attractive woman protester flopped down near us.  My buddy and she began talking about the protest, but I woke up instead.

In my last dream, I stood in line at the cafeteria in a hospital, waiting for a burger and soda I’d ordered.  After getting the food, I scooted my tray along the rails that all cafeterias seem to have.  I stopped at the cashier.  I remember she said the burger and soda cost $11.  I remember thinking, what a racket!  A similar burger and soda would only cost $2 at McDonald’s (I remember thinking the same thing, buying food at the McDonald’s at Disney World — the McDonald’s back home would only charge….).  I talked to the cashier for a few minutes about politics, and how the way my friends and relatives felt about the government made me nervous.  I said they seem to equate our government with enemies like Iran and North Korea.  I told her if any issue could spark a civil war in this country, it would be the issue of gun control.  “Try to take away guns from the wrong person, and if his friends decided to band together instead of letting the ATF get their way with him, it could cascade, and we could soon have a rebellion.”  She agreed, and reminded my I owed her $11.  I counted out my money and gave it to her.  She went on break, and I carried my tray into the dining room.  And then I woke up….


I had fun, having my daughter at work last Thursday.  When we were at my desk, she did homework — but she wasn’t at my desk most of the day.  We arrived at work around 7:45am.

Around 8:15, we went upstairs with my coworker Diana and her son, to get some donuts.  While we were climbing the stairs, I could swear I heard her son say he was getting beat going up the stairs by an old man.  I’ll have to say, he says it the way he sees it, but I found the comment a funny one, because compared to 8 years old, I was an old man, and I WAS beating him going up the stairs.  Kayla and I waited for him and Diana when we got to the top.

About a half-hour later, Diana and I took our kids to the admin building, to check them in for a campus tour.  While daughter took the tour, I worked on a training video.  When she’d finished the tour, she had a couple goodies handed out along the way.  Her favorite goody was a rubber ball that lit up when it bounced.  She’d clipped an ID card lanyard to it, and kicked at it as we walked back to my desk.

Around 11, Diana came back to her desk with her son.  He’d grown bored with the tour, so she’d decided she’d take him back to school for the rest of the day.  They’d been planning to go to lunch with us, but daughter and I ended up going by ourselves, and I picked something up for Diana.

After lunch, cookies were served in our break room, so we had some….

At 2pm, Diana and my manager gave a presentation on how we make training videos.  I took daughter and hung around for that.  The kids seemed to have a great time!  And they got candy — chocolate candy.  Which means, I got candy.  Yippee!  Thanks, Diana!

After the presentation, daughter actually ended up spending more time with Diana than with me.  I think she liked having an adult woman other than mom to hang out with for a while.  I’m sure she likes Diana, as do I.

Daughter drew pictures on both of our white boards.

Almost at the end of the day, Diana went to the fitness center for a quick workout, so we said so long, and I took daughter home.  We’d had a fun day.  If I’m in town next year for Take Your Child to Work Day, I’ll officially be on a day off, but I’ll sign daughter up again, for sure.


Tomorrow is Take Your Child to Work Day at my company.  I wonder if it’s the same day everywhere, or just when a company decides to have one?

Anyway, for the first time, I will be taking my daughter.

It will mean a bit of an adjustment to our morning routines, since this will be the first time we’ve ever had to use the same bathroom early in the morning.  In the past, we had separate bathrooms.  Tomorrow, I’ll have to get up an hour earlier than usual, so she can have enough time for getting ready.

We’ll walk the whole block between my apartment building and my office (whew — I’m pooped just thinking about that arduous journey).

Our day at work will begin with donuts and juice (coffee for me) at 8am, in one of the conference rooms on the third floor of my building.

Then at 8:30am, I’ll be taking her over to our administration building, to officially check in.  I think she’ll receive a goody bag filled with souvenirs.

Then it will be back to my building until 9:30am, when she’ll get to take a two-hour tour of our campus.  While she’s doing this, I’ll be editing on a training video (I still have to work).

At 11;30am, we’ll be going to lunch with my favorite coworker and her son, and maybe our manager and his son will come too.

After lunch, she’ll get to hang out at my desk until 1pm, then it’s back to the third floor conference room at 1pm for some cookies.

At 2:30pm (I’m a little fuzzy about the time), my favorite coworker and manager will be giving a presentation in our video production room for the kids.  The kids will get to star in their own training video skit, recorded in front of our green screen (I’ll be writing a procedure).

After the presentation, my daughter will pay me another visit at my desk, and we’ll hang out until quitting time.

Then we’ll walk back home, have dinner, and I’ll drive her back to her mom’s so she can go to school on Friday (I think these things should be done on Friday so divorced daddies like me don’t have to go back to the house after school on Friday to get her for the weekend).

I think we’ll have a lot of fun!



Posted: April 23, 2013 in Random Thoughts
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What do you think?  I have pictures as icons for particular themes of my blog entries, if you haven’t noticed.  I’m thinking I’ll start using this picture as my icon for work.  This is ScriptMan — a logo for my company.  ScriptMan’s body is an SP-200 robot, and his head is a notice board.  I didn’t design ScriptMan, but since fixing these robots is what I do for a living, I might as well be ScriptMan.

So, this morning I received an e-mail message from one of the Field Service supervisors at work, to come talk to him for a minute.  I walked over and found he wanted to set up my interview for the open field service position for which I’ve applied.  We scheduled it for later in the day, so at lunchtime, I walked home, printed a few copies of my newly updated resume, polished my shoes for the first time in a year, and put on some better clothes.

The interview went well, I think.  Looks like I’m up against two other internal candidates — I think my chances are best, since I’ve worked for Field Service before and they’re already familiar with my work.  😉