Still no breaks

Yesterday was Sunday. A day of rest, right? Ha. Ha. Ha. Surely, you jest.

I thought I might sleep in a bit. At 8:55am I get a call on my cell. It's my boss. Who is (at that moment) in Ohio at a family thing.

"Don't tell me we've had another power outage."
"Yes, we did. Power went out yesterday for almost five hours."

I didn't ask him why no one called me. I knew. Because Saturday a week we had a power outage and I went to the plant on what was the first day of my vacation to get the systems back on their feet.

The guy who would substitute for me is ill.

By 9:30am I was on the road. On the way to the plant.

Today, my boss and I are going to lay out the plans for the money we're going to spend building some power reliability into our computer systems. At least, more than we have - which we thought should be enough.

This is my one day of work this week. I am going to spend it well.

Now I'd like YOU to spend a little time well. Click on the links in the following paragraph and drive more traffic into Zoeyjane's site. It's for a good cause, I promise.


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Ndinombethe.

"As I go, I am wearing you".

All of you.

Thank you, Tash, for teaching this to me.