Not What It Used To Be...

Bachelorhood, that is. My wife and her immediate family went to a wedding in Seattle this past weekend, and they left the 3 husbands home. Back in my single days, I would have loved to have the house to myself and be able to do whatever I wanted. Now an empty house is just no fun. No one to play with. No one to kill spiders for me (yes, I am the man, but not when it comes to killing things). And no one to just be with. Luckily I had work and family to keep me busy this weekend, but four days without Lisa is just too long. I applaud those couples whose circumstances frequently keep them apart (military service, etc.) for toughing it out. But I just couldn't do it. After experiencing bachelorhood and all its "advantages", I'll take being married any day. Bachelorhood, it's not what it used to be.

Office Olympics #1

I have an odd characteristic of being overly efficient, as I needlessly and constantly measure everything I do to see if there is a way I could improve my processes. I blame Dr. J. Brian Atwater and his class on continuous improvement. Actually, I think I was already this way, but his class empowered and encouraged my odd behavior.

Hence, Office Olympic Event #1

In my daily routine I heat up my lunch in the microwave, then go to restroom, and return to find my food ready. Today, however, I thought it would be interesting to find out how long it actually takes me to start the microwave, walk past the vending machines and around the corner into the bathroom...do my thing, wash my hands (unlike some people I've observed), and return to the microwave. So I put my food in for 2 minutes (a little longer than usual, so I could see how much time was left when I got back), and headed on my way. I returned triumphant, with 20 seconds still on the clock. Meaning it only takes me 1 minute and 40 seconds! I challenge anyone to beat that! (And yes, hand washing is mandatory). The only caveat is that you have to put enough time on the microwave that it will still be running when you get back, which could mean death to your food...proceed with caution!

Consequential?

Seeing as how it only took me 2 weeks for a second post, I would consider this a vast improvement over my previous record keeping efforts. Now my problem is that I either have too many inconsequential events to blog about, or not enough that are consequential (did I just make that word up?). Either way it is not good.

Look for me to either be a one and done blogger, or an OCD blogger. And one of these days, I'll write something of consequence!

Conformity

Well, I finally succombed to the (imaginary) pressure to create a blog. It should accomplish a few of the things on my to-do list, including keeping a journal. Without checking, my last journal entry was probably on my wedding day (2 years ago). Previous to that was sometime in the spring before I got married, which is when my New Year's resolution to keep a journal went the way of the earth. So here's to hoping for a better result than my previous attempts at record keeping!