Life Coach, Schmife coach

First things first. I hate it when it is windy and today it is windy. The wind is blowing at about 30 mph, or as I like to say, too darn hard. I came home to find the trash barrels blown over and no matter how I might try to keep them upright they will be blown over again in a few minutes. Luckily, today was trash and recycling pickup day so at least there is nothing in them to fall out and blow all over the neighborhood. The wind was a problem for those wacky smokers at work today. The poor things couldn't shield their matches from the gale so they resorted to using the back door as a wind break. They would hold it open and stand behind it to light up. This of course cause the wind to blow through and down the hall, but hey, you gotta light up, right?. I noticed that they looked like some sort of nicotine-addicted religious cult. They were all hunched over, facing west, backs to the wind, puffing furiously. We had a couple of transients earn the right to remain silent at our place today. It seems that someone working on the roof of our building spotted these two dopes leave the WalMart, walk to the dumpster behind our building, put a large bag in it and then go back to the WalMart. The worker notified our security guard, who looked in the dumpster and found a bag of WalMart loot. The guard called the cops and then kept these ne'er-do-wells' stash under surveillance. They returned shortly with a second bag, dropped it in and then headed back to WalMart for more. This time the guard took all the ill-gotten gain out of the dumpster and put it inside our fence, out of sight. When the two criminal masterminds came back and found their booty gone, they climbed in dumpster and began tossing garbage out, in a vain attempt to find it. Then they retreated a short distance away to ponder what might have happened to their stuff. While they tried to figure out whether they had been robbed, the cops showed up and they were hauled away. Never a dull moment, but it makes you wonder if there is any security at WalMart. Then there is this. I heard a caller on the Dave Ramsey show yesterday, who called in for advice about her financial situation. She was a photographer of some sort and her husband was a part time minister in a town some distance away. His ministerial gig was two week on and two weeks off, as I understood it. She said he was also a Life Coach. I Googled Life Coach and discovered that it is someone who has figured out how to get paid for handing out advice. Sort of a paid mentor. Anyway, this guy was ministering two weeks a month, including life coaching, and working part time being, and I am not making this up, a door-to-door-appointment setter, no doubt for some annoying thing like siding, vacuums or water softeners. The wife was trying to make a go of photography, selling kids photos on commission, out of someone's studio. Their big problem was that they had no money to pay for a sitter for their own kids and were in a disagreement about who should stay home evenings, while the other tried to work. Now, I ask you, does this sound like a guy you want life coaching from? I guess if I was paying someone to set me straight, I would want him or her to be less screwed up than me. But maybe that is just me. Time to go see where the trash barrels have blown off to. Merle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor