How Weird Is It?

I am sitting in my office, getting some work done, listening to the Ipod. "Baby...Please" by Dave Mason is playing in the background and I wonder how the hell I got here. Really, thinking back to when that song was prominent in my life, I was driving from East Moline to Milan to work at Miller Container when I was 17. I did the third shift and went to high school. In my town, there wasn't much talk of college, that was for rich kids. Schmoes like me went straight from high school to Miller Container or Farmall or John Deere or JI Case. We never went into "management". We certainly didn't get into managing something we love so much. So, here I sit, about 35 years after Dave was in my eight track and I have a corner office. With big windows, no less. Through it all, I just about gave it up a number of times, but why did I still keep on keeping on? Because I knew, deep down in my heart that someone, somewhere would give me a shot to teach and manage. I have been doing this for 32 years, picking up good and bad habits along the way. It's now time to use all this crap in my head to make the owner happy. I intend to do just that.

On that subject, I found out one of my competitors (who I shall not name) was someone who mistreated me a few years ago. It will be a pleasure to see him move on. Karma's a funny thing.

Of all the cities in central Illinois to live, this is one of the best. Very progressive, forward looking. These two towns are like suburbs without a big city. They remind me sooo much of Moline/Rock Island and I don't know why. It might be the architecture or the way the streets are laid out. For some reason, these places are VERY familiar.

It's ALL good.

Here's the new crib:

I am among the State Farm minions. There are a lot of them here.