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Silver medals
I’m sitting in the dugout looking across the field at the opposing team. The game’s over, for that matter, the season’s over and the only reason both teams are still here is because it’s time for our annual assessment and rah-rah trip to Pizza Hut. We’d tied with the Governors…
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Blather
I hadn’t heard that word in years, but now Ken uses it on occasion and I have always rather liked it and thus it seems an appropriate headline. I thought of it last night as we sat in the beer garden outside Rock Bottom for the first concert of the…
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Fantastic article on workplace bullying
I came across this article about workplace bullying on Time magazine’s Business and Money site. Before now, I’d never seen in print what many, many of us have commonly experienced throughout our careers. “When Good Things Happen to Bad People,” by Gary Belsky, nails it. “A lot of bullies are…
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Facial
Me and the boys plus DS’s girlfriend Jess at the dinner table tonight and DS asks me how my day was and I say it was pretty good and that I got a facial and DS and EBD snort and laugh and I’m not sure what tiny naive part of…
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The smiley-face trap
Every email, every post, every Facebook message I answer, I consider using periods only, no exclamation marks, let alone duplicates, no feigned elation or concern for making someone feel good about him or herself. No grins, winks, frowns or tongues. So I stand here and look at what I’ve written…
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I think I’ll stop curling my hair
I kick off my blue-gray 5-year-0ld Tiger Asics and delicately stuff my left foot into my new black and silver New Balance Fuses. The new shoes are a 7 and a bit too big, but the 6 1/2s they had there were a tad too small and bigger is better…
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. . . and she’s OK!
Fortunately, my guest was feeling fine on Sunday and we ventured downtown and had a fairly good time. The arts show was neato and, well, the music fest must have been at a later time because it looked as if there should have been something going on, but not much…
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Alas
Good one, Tripping Raul. A friend comes into town to visit and you are so excited and desperate for girl time that you get her drunk (she’s an uber lightweight and she’d warned you) and the poor woman has been hurling all night and your trip to the Denver arts…
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Heads!
It’s the end of a long day before a long holiday weekend and I’m the last of my team still here at work (it’s 5:20-ish). I went into the ladies room and two of the stalls were locked but there was no movement, not even the sound of breathing. So…
At Least They're Committed 