Looking back in the reflecting mirror of Blogger makes me wonder howI have expressed myself as such a dolt. Well, I am it seems. These are not strong enough words: absolutes that I can later back away from as a sign of weak personal integrity. Fooling myself as I reflect and condemn those earlier words.
I think I have found the same lonely--ugly--side of this endeavor that Marcus has arrived at.

Finally got some sleep. Schlep that I am can not adjust to feeling "on the road" so consequently each night is a pillow indoctrination.

Lovely insurance applications await me this a.m. and accordingly I am loath to begin. Feeling hunkered down with insurance apps feels like actually wanting to talk with an attorney--makes my head swim and my eyes glaze over from the non-reality of it all.

The FISH is gone. The Fish philosophy (maybe not philosophy, but sytem of team-building) just had to go. One of the Crayola vestiges of the recent past. An excellent opportunity to move into the future and sweep away the dusty remnants of "how it used to be." Imagine pastel fish-shaped cut-outs hanging about 6 inches too low for me to walk under and around "decorating" the board and conference room. Right. Each fish had an employee name or message that was supposed to remind employees of the principles of the FISH. Simply not acceptable. What kind of professional tone is set when the place looks liek a pre-school classroom?

Today the Lazy Gecko for lunch and various and sundry meetings.
All is well,