Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
Tuesday was my first day back to work and I was pleasantly surprised to see a mini refrigerator in my office.
This is a mild exaggeration of what it looks like, but the picture above depicts how it felt. It came stocked with bottles of water and a few energy drinks. On my lunch break, I went to the dollar store and stocked it up with a few snacks. I plan on going to the City Market and getting some fresh produce like carrots, celery, cucumbers, and peppers.
Fresh vegetables are the primary reason for wanting a mini-fridge. Ooh, and ice cream. One cannot forget the ice cream.
I am not sure exactly how it got up the stairs and into my office, but I have my suspicions.
Wednesday, well, I exercised some new skills. I am in a completely different aspect of the people business than I was just a few short weeks ago and I am trying my best to keep up. My work history can be summed up pretty easy.
Show me a problem, and I will tackle it, win, lose, or draw.
All a supervisor has to to is give me the word…. And game on. Playtime is over.
Dig a hole, Done.
Tell angry men in prison clothing to go to bed, Done.
Organize chaos.. I have a resume with that written all over it.
It is a fatal flaw and a strength. No give, back up or back down. Full Throttle, 100 percent.
Wednesday….. Was somewhat hard to understand. I will try to describe it with animations.
In this gif, combat skills are demonstrated. An understanding was saught between these two and Brown Jacket is trying to get Redbeard to listen. After it is affirmed that Redbeard is compliant, a meaningful conversation will have transpired without speaking a word. This is poetry, friends.
I will call this skill S.L.A.M.
In the gif below, a mother monkey in slow motion teaches a similar technical skill that will be passed down for generations to come.
I have the S.L.A.M skill down so effectively, it is hard to slow it down. Wednesday was S.L.A.M. practice in slow motion. Back to basics I suppose.
Today (Thursday)was a day of checking off boxes. All the little annoying bits of paper with words on them that piled up from quarantine were organized and processed. It was my kind of day and I fixed things that were broken.
Pleased with myself, I told my supervisor how effective I was hard-charging. Slowing down and having conversations about stuff was pretty ineffective. I got the S.L.A.M thing down.
I was driving home feeling great about it and jamming to my favorite tunes when a teenage girl drove her bicycle right in front of my car. There was no time to yell Jesus and I heard the car squeal. The brakes were in good order and my hands were froze at the 10 and 2.
A million thoughts filled my head. A young lady with a future almost ended up in a wheelchair or worse.
Her family and friends would have been devistated.
She looked shaken and kept yelling “I’m sorry!” Over and over. I did not have the frame of mind to say anything and she rode away.
I tear up thinking. Had I been going even a smidgen faster, she would have been road rash at best.
Perhaps a little slam on the breaks and slowing down is in order. Though I was probably going the speed limit, I would never have forgiven myself If I had hit her with my car.