If You Want To Make God Laugh, Make Plans 13 comments

Posted by grampa in the real shit,why I love my job (Saturday January 12, 2008 at 12:26 am)

Yeah, so I had recently drawn up, literally, on paper, what I needed to get done in the next two years that I figured I had at my current job.

God is now laughing.

Apparently, I’m being downsized.  I mean, I got at least a half a year, maybe nine months, possibly  a year, but after that, it’s pau.

Now there are many possible opportunities for me to take out here and I’m looking at this as a growing experience, but, man, today was a tough day.  I really, really wanted a bottle of bourbon.  But I knew that wouldn’t solve anything.

Fortunately, I know a lot of influential people on this island, and this entire culture is about who you know, and I know all the right ones, so SOMETHING will happen.  I might not like it, but something will certainly happen.

What I do know, for the time being, is that I’m going to do anything and everything I can to keep the lights on, food in the fridge and gas in my car.  If I can do all those things, then I’m staying put here in Hawaii.  However, contingency exit strategies are also being considered.

However, to be completely honest, I’m quite terrified of moving back to the mainland.  I’ve never been able to be clean and sober there.  The best years of my life have been here, on this island, with the friends I’ve made here.

I was talking with my Dad tonight and he said, “Kevin, when I put you on that plane in State College, I never thought that I was going to see you alive again.”

Well, papa, I’m not only alive, but thriving.

I’ve managed to crawl through a river of shit and come out clean on the other side.  I’m still standing on my own two feet, I’m in the best shape of my life, I’m completely healthy, My brain still works, I have an incredible skill set and I’m clean.  I know everything is going to be just fine.

Maybe not like I planned, but one door closes, blah blah blah.

View 13 comments

Tell Indy I’ll Need My Hat Back 6 comments

Posted by grampa in why I love my job (Wednesday June 14, 2006 at 7:55 am)

Let me preface this by saying that I love my boss.  Not only is he my boss, he is also my uncle.  He brought me to Hawaii and took a chance on me when no sane person reasonably should have.  I was strung out when I got here, yet he let me live with his family and gave me a job even as I was going through withdrawal.

I will be repaying his kindness by helping others for the rest of my life.  Needless to say, if his children need anything, ever, all they have to do is call me.  If it came to that, I would slash my way through the rainforest of Borneo and roach a whole tribe of headhunters.

That being said, my boss is insane.  Hey, remember that thing about no sane person? Yeah, you get the good with the bad. 

The workings of a law office are often frenzied and intense, particularly a small one with only a few employees.  In essence, we are victims of our own success.  We have gotten so good at our jobs that our boss has developed unrealistic expectations about the amount of work five other people can get done.  This is never as evident as before the boss goes on vacation.  He tries to get two weeks worth of work done in three days before he leaves.  In the case of yesterday, the five hours before he goes.

Yesterday morning we had a staff meeting wherein we covered what needed to get done before he left (at 1:30 pm) for the airport.  We also covered what needed to get done while he was gone. By noon I was working feverishly to finish this project which “has to be done before I leave.”  It led to this exchange:

Boss: “What are you working on?”

Grampa: “The witness outlines you said needed to be done before you left.”

Boss: “Oh, that’s not important.  I’ve got something else for you to do.”

Grampa: “What do you need?”

Boss: “A Reuben sandwich, on whole grain, toasted not grilled, with lettuce and tomato….and a cookie.”

View 6 comments