A find… I especially like the “Old Man” application mentioned late in this post. Enjoy.
When the Coal-fired Power Plant in North Central Oklahoma downsized from 218 employees to 124 employees in 1994, everyone was scrambling to figure out how we were going to complete all the work that needed to be done to keep the plant running. We had become cross-functional teams which seemed to help right away, but we needed to know what jobs were the higher priority jobs, because it became obvious, at least for the short run, that we were not keeping up with the workload.
That was where the “Planners” came in. In other industries, we may call these guys, “Project Managers”. They planned the work, and gave us the Maintenance Orders when it was time to work on them. At first, this was a daunting task for the four planners at our plant. The planners were Mike Vogle, Glenn Rowland, Ben Davis and Tony Mena.
This was a new…
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Very fine photography related to travel and one “girl’s” journey.
Always something fun at Tin Can Traveler — unique fencing. Check it out.
When does something go beyond its function as a useful item to become something more? An expression of artistic freedom ? Imaginative? Visionary? Fun?
Displayed for you here are a few of the utilitarian forms of fencing I found skirting the yards of some homes here in Truth or Consequences (T or C), New Mexico. Fences that, perhaps, go beyond form and function to be…..something else….something imaginative, something expressive, something more.
Ever grateful ~ Annie
And what is the verbal slew? Check it out.
It all started six months ago with a throwaway comment made by my brother. Shortly afterward I started spewing and The Verbal Spew Review was born. I had no clear idea of what I wanted this blog to be and no clue what I was going to do with it but here it is six months later, my brain’s little baby, doing its thing. I still don’t know exactly what that thing is precisely, but it’s doing it and I like it.
Six months isn’t a long time in the grand scheme of things. I follow blogs that have been established for years, and in comparison to those behemoths The Spew is merely a drop in the ocean of blogdom. Knowing, however, that I have the attention span of a gnat, I am delighted to have made it this far. This is no doubt largely thanks to you, the readers…
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Naughty or funny? Unusual necklaces.
For those who think the VBA is only for the English-speaking… a story.
Mi padre estaba ingresado en un hospital psiquiátrico desde hacía años. No podía verlo sin la presencia de seguridad en la habitación. Al principio siempre me reconocía pero conforme pasaban los minutos su actitud se volvía impredecible. Había ratos que me confundía con otra persona, otros me insultaba e incluso me amenazaba de muerte. Sentía miedo y a la vez lástima.
Siempre fue un buen padre; le tenía muchísimo cariño aunque nunca fue capaz de decirme un simple “te quiero”. Fui a verlo, como cada día, a las seis de la tarde. Un celador me guió hasta una habitación libre de objetos, tan solo una mesa y un par de sillas componían aquel habitáculo. Dos tipos de seguridad acompañaban a mi padre que se resistía a que lo llevaran.
—¡Mi libreta! ¡Dejadme recuperar mi libreta! ¡Por favor! —gritaba mi padre entre sollozos. Cuando por fin entró a la sala en la que…
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