Closin the Week Out

Finally Friday

So the end of the week has finally arrived. Yay! I’m feelin pretty good… if a li’l sore and somewhat tired for staying up so late these last few nights. I actually had to force myself to stop last night, but I’m glad I got done what I did.

It’s also nice having my own bathroom back. Of course, the only items returned to the utility room are the protective platform and the cat pan, since I have to keep the room relatively clear for the city inspectors… but at least I can simply ignore the cluttered half of my library in the interim.

I hope to putz some more around the new desk tonight, finding places to stow everything… as well as get the new chest of drawers together. I have to get the old one out of the bedroom and into the library, but that won’t take much. It’s not heavy at all without the drawers in it.

Higher Social Traffic

Not much to report for today. As expected, it’s been a pretty quiet day at work. Though, I meant to mention yesterday that my new desk is in a MUCH more social location. Peeps stop to chat as they pass all the time. Of course, many are asking how I like my new digs, but it’s still a much higher visible location. I don’t mind. I face the passing traffic, so I still have my privacy on the puter. And, equally as expected, the PM’s are remembering me more often when they need tasks. Which is a very good thing. :)

Disturbing Article

There was an article I forgot to mention I heard yesterday that I found rather disturbing…

Texas Officials Wary of Plan to Hunt by Internet

Now, I have a problem with hunting in the first place. I understand the necessity for keeping the herds thinned since people have removed natural predators by habitating the area. I understand the necessity of hunting for food. I cannot wrap my mind around the concept of killing for enjoyment and sport. And I know the previously mentioned necessities are answered within that “sport”, but I still can’t be comfortable with the idea.

So now here we have folks who want to kill from the comfort of their own home. These are not herds that need to be thinned… they’re being imported onto the ranch for the express purpose of being hunted. And these are not folks who need to hunt to eat. Now, I acknowledge that it’s easy enough for me to judge, and that I don’t appreciate when others show intolerance for differing lifestyles. So I simply try to accept that different people hold different values… and one set of values may not be any better or worse than anybody else’s. I certainly resent when “values” are brought into the political scene that effects everybody.

Disclaimer aside, this situation does not seem quite equitable to the animals. I heard an interview on the radio where the ranchowner answered that concern by stating that the animals are free-roaming, and it would not be a barrel-shoot. Except these animals will have every one of their natural defense mechanisms stripped from them… their instincts rely on their senses to detect physically present dangers. Even figuring out that cameras equate to danger won't help much when those cameras are at a distance under high magnification. I dunno... mebbe their odds are just as crappy with high mag power rifles in person. Either way, it just doesn’t seem quite right to me. I sincerely hope they follow through with that rule requiring hunters to be physically on site.

Communicating with Tact and Finesse

Well, I believe I will close with a story about Communicating with Tact and Finesse. The Office Manager got a flyer in the campus mail advertising a course by that title, and she joked that she really needs to take the class. She tends to be a very direct and/or abrupt individual. She said she needed to be reminded regularly, so I suggested she tape the flyer up to the cabinet where all can see… and she did.

Later, the Boss came by with a long pole he found somewhere, and said he was gonna give it to the Office Manager to keep everybody in line. We joked that she needed to take it with her class.

So now the flyer reads; Communicating with Tact and Finesse… or carry a big stick. *grin*