There’s most read, and then there’s favorite. This is a post which yr (justifiably) humble svt is, regrettably, but not regretfully, not at all humble about.
BlastS from the Past!
2 posts we really, really loved to write, and read, and re-read…
From our very earliest days, originally posted July 10 and 11, 2007. They’re short, so here’s a two-fer.
mm060: On a personal note…
Didn’t want all of the political and social and career observations to totally obliterate some deeply personal ones (this is my sandbox, after all!).
This weekend we celebrated, in order of importance and reverse chronology, the beautiful (most ever!) wedding of my dear son and his amazing new wife; the 80th birthday of my indomitable mother (attended by her four children and their life partners save one; eight of her nine grandchildren and her two great-grandchildren); and we must mention MUDGE’s and his heroic spouse’s own 37th anniversary.
Helping us to observe these diverse and marvelous celebrations were members of our near and extended families (with some terrific new extensions, thanks to our accomplished and gorgeous new daughter-in-law) and many long-time and exceptionally supportive friends.
A stunningly, dramatically, most wonderful weekend. Thanks belong to all who created and attended and made it the superlative several days it was. When they say “life doesn’t get better than this” it’s not draft beer they mean.
mm061: Back from vacation
First day back at work after several days of vacation — not bad, but a comedown from the blogstorm of the past few days, as the first opportunity to write at all, or read for that matter, has come after 8:00pm, seldom MUDGE’S sharpest hours.
Those of you seeking to read more about Michael Bloomberg here will be disappointed, since on that subject I know very little more than I did yesterday. I’ll even control myself and not put his name in today’s tags. Such restraint! I’ve struck some kind of nerve, since those posts have exceeded interest in everything else I’ve had to say by an order of magnitude.
Your interest is my interest. More on Bloomberg will follow. But not tonight.
Several posts ago I wrote about my spiritual renaissance, one manifestation of which are these electrons you peruse, and another that I determined to apply for my retiring manager’s open position. Did so just before leaving for that stay-at-home vacation last week.
No word on the application as yet, although my intuition is that the manager and the department head are content to let HR do the dirty work. You’ll remember HR: don’t call me, we’ll call you. One of the known candidates was in town today lunching with the incumbent; appears that the fix may already be in.
I don’t really mind rejection; I get white hot when not taken seriously.
Well I still love my job — remember? Tsar of Web Conferencing! I’m sure that long term I’ll be a happier camper than counselor. Still…
Thanks for indulging me.
It’s it for now. Thanks,