Definitely Among The Most Average

I had the best of intentions with respect to posting something yesterday, but then things just got away from me. I came home from work and had to empty the dishwasher, vacuum and mop the kitchen floor. Then the lovely Mrs. Sneed came home and we went out, so whatcha gonna do. I went to a management seminar one time where a guy shared this thought. Ninety percent of what you worry over, will never happen. Of the remaining ten percent that does happen, ninety percent of that won't be as bad as you thought it would be. So you are agonizing over a one percent possibility and that isn't worth the bother. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of my life, right there. So, I guess I am going to have to stop calling ProFlowers.com, NoFlowers.com. This may be premature, but it seems as though they are not charging me for the flowers that they didn't deliver on Wednesday, as promised. Daughter Sneed received her flowers yesterday afternoon. I am cautiously optimistic that they have cancelled billing and have a strong hint from my debit card activity that they have. The funds they were holding, pending their actual debit, have been released. ProFlowers.com has not notified me that they are not billing me, but maybe they are just modest and want to do the right thing without fanfare. I also had my sit-down with Randall "Bada" Bing yesterday. That too, went better than I expected. I don't like to brag or anything, but he says that among the average performing employees, I am definitely above average. When Randall took me into the conference room, the first thing he said was, "I am getting a bad vibe from you about this." Like most performance evaluations, he evaluated me based upon his feelings and perceptions, not many real facts. So when he admitted that he he was having a hard time coming up with objective data to rate me, I helped him out. I told him what I would have told him earlier, had he involved me in the evaluation process. He was making some notes, so I think it was useful to say. When we reached the point where he had run out of ways to explain his perception of my mediocrity, he made the mistake of asking if I had anything for him. The moment I had been planning for lo these many weeks. I got to spend about twenty minutes telling him about how he could be a more effective leader and how I would do things differently. All kidding aside, I have education, training, and experience as a manager of large work groups, so I have something constructive to offer, if a fellow is inclined to listen. It was a frank and fun discussion to have. I have to go to a bowling tournament today. I bowl in the city and statewide bowling tournaments on a team called The Brothers. The age range of the members is from fifty to about seventy. The team is called The Brothers because it was originally made up of five black men. Somewhere along the line, someone dropped out and they decided to go the affirmative action route and add me, the brother from another mother. Every year, some clueless jackass points out that The Brothers team has the whitest man in America on it. I always tell them that Four Brothers and Whitey won't fit on the scoresheet. 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