Monday, July 26, 2004
TIME FLIES WHEN YOU'RE HAVING FUN
A very long weekend is done. It was scramble time at the Alan household since Wednesday. We had a number of things to accomplish...prepare for the garage sale, haul stuff, sit around and watch people buy your stuff, and pack things away in preparation for the move. Now, it's back to work on the repairing of the career.
The garage sale went pretty well. My wife and I compromised and decided to NOT haul a lot of our furniture we wanted to get rid of over to our friends' house. Instead, we'll take what remained after the sale and have our own garage sale at our house...so I won't have to move the furniture much further than the garage. Whew. We made about 250-dollars getting rid of stuff that we could part with...primarily, my nice Industrial 10" Dewalt Compound Miter Saw. I hated to see that bad boy go, but wherever we go, it won't be a house right away and I'll have little use for it. It contributed 140-dollars to the overall cause.
Believe it or not, I've never experienced a house showing before. My wife was left behind at our last outpost on the planet...she sold the house while I did the new job. I almost hope it works out that way here too. We got a message that someone interested in seeing our home would be stopping by at noon on Sunday. So between the hauling of the garage sale stuff, we packed box after box with the items in our home we don't plan to use much in the interim. Then, we removed all of the personal items from view. Realtors suggest you not have pictures hanging, trinkets on the mantle, and window treatments in view of prospective buyers. I guess it's psychological. My wife and I even burned a cookie scented candle because they also say you should bake cookies just before a showing...not for them to eat, but for them to smell. Don't ask.
Sure enough, all packed up and...the phone rang. They wouldn't be by the house today, we'll shoot for a reschedule. So yesterday, I crashed...melted...sank into my couch and watched a man finish a 2-thousand mile race around France on a bicycle. Lance Armstrong has always given me a certain goal-post setting feeling. He and I kind of share a few things...he dealt with testicular and brain cancer and ended up winning the Tour de France the following year. I had simple Hodgkin's Disease that ended up in a dangerous relapse before I had to endure a bone-marrow transplant in 1994/1995.
I just don't know what race I'm in...or when I expect to finish it.
More resumes being sent today: Daytona Beach, Florida had an interesting "future file" they were creating of possible talent. Not that they had any specific openings...so I sent them my info for them to consider for their "very near future file." The other job I spoke of being eligible for in the South...didn't pan out. I sent some information by snail mail today to an opening in the midwest. After what Lance did, I figure I owed it a little to the US Postal Service to use them once in a while. I guess after this year, I don't have to worry about that too much...I'm already watching a lot of the Discovery Channel.
A very long weekend is done. It was scramble time at the Alan household since Wednesday. We had a number of things to accomplish...prepare for the garage sale, haul stuff, sit around and watch people buy your stuff, and pack things away in preparation for the move. Now, it's back to work on the repairing of the career.
The garage sale went pretty well. My wife and I compromised and decided to NOT haul a lot of our furniture we wanted to get rid of over to our friends' house. Instead, we'll take what remained after the sale and have our own garage sale at our house...so I won't have to move the furniture much further than the garage. Whew. We made about 250-dollars getting rid of stuff that we could part with...primarily, my nice Industrial 10" Dewalt Compound Miter Saw. I hated to see that bad boy go, but wherever we go, it won't be a house right away and I'll have little use for it. It contributed 140-dollars to the overall cause.
Believe it or not, I've never experienced a house showing before. My wife was left behind at our last outpost on the planet...she sold the house while I did the new job. I almost hope it works out that way here too. We got a message that someone interested in seeing our home would be stopping by at noon on Sunday. So between the hauling of the garage sale stuff, we packed box after box with the items in our home we don't plan to use much in the interim. Then, we removed all of the personal items from view. Realtors suggest you not have pictures hanging, trinkets on the mantle, and window treatments in view of prospective buyers. I guess it's psychological. My wife and I even burned a cookie scented candle because they also say you should bake cookies just before a showing...not for them to eat, but for them to smell. Don't ask.
Sure enough, all packed up and...the phone rang. They wouldn't be by the house today, we'll shoot for a reschedule. So yesterday, I crashed...melted...sank into my couch and watched a man finish a 2-thousand mile race around France on a bicycle. Lance Armstrong has always given me a certain goal-post setting feeling. He and I kind of share a few things...he dealt with testicular and brain cancer and ended up winning the Tour de France the following year. I had simple Hodgkin's Disease that ended up in a dangerous relapse before I had to endure a bone-marrow transplant in 1994/1995.
I just don't know what race I'm in...or when I expect to finish it.
More resumes being sent today: Daytona Beach, Florida had an interesting "future file" they were creating of possible talent. Not that they had any specific openings...so I sent them my info for them to consider for their "very near future file." The other job I spoke of being eligible for in the South...didn't pan out. I sent some information by snail mail today to an opening in the midwest. After what Lance did, I figure I owed it a little to the US Postal Service to use them once in a while. I guess after this year, I don't have to worry about that too much...I'm already watching a lot of the Discovery Channel.
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Hang in there Greg! It can take a few months to find another position. You have the talent and it sounds like you have made it through even tougher times than this. I am sure it is difficult for the wife because of all those hormones. She'll be ok. You sound as though you have several posibilities. Keep faith in God, yourself and your family and you will find that no matter what happens, the important things in life will not let you down. I hope you can stay in the area because I really loved your show. I know that is probably not going to happen, but the current Charleston talk radio shows just turn me and my radio dial off. Good luck to you and the family.
Marcus
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