Ashlan may be trying out treadmills soon. Actually, I made that up. She has been to a spinning class and is now trying some other work0ut thing tonight. I don’t know what she gets paid to work, but the benefits of working in a health club certainly seem to be good.
I was really referring to my treadmill at work of late. Finally got the paperwork finished late last night, ready to merge. Learned a few new things about merging into Word from Excel (which I have done many times in the past). Either I had not had the stars aligned with the same type of data, or upgrades have tweaked things here and there. But – I got one merged ready to print, and the other with just a minor kink to figure, which I correctly surmised I would see more clearly in the morning. [I don’t like to print remotely, at night, when the building should be empty. We have found that paper and heat coming out of a printer can simulate a bad guy snooping around in a building, and the police don’t find it nearly as funny as the person that was getting the work done.
So – I printed probably 7 inches of paper, some double sided, some not. Color, black and white, letterhead and plain. I had printers coming and going. Then collate – give to others to finish collating… OK – in good hands …into a separate meeting. Out of the meeting. Ask good hands if it went well.
Well – it was apparently collating well until the low-bid contractor upon which the mailing numbers were based called to say they wanted to rescind their bid – error in some computation. A little to late to STOP THE PRESSES. Wind out of sails, pin to a balloon, brain with locked up brakes.
But, at least the letters were not in the mail. [For those that don’t know what the heck I am talking about – the letters were inviting property owners to help pay for a new sewer, based on the cost of the installation. Without some community interest, we may not put in the sewer, and the future price will certainly be more …. ]
So – new price, reprint about a third of the paper, but then have to pull apart, staple, re-collate, restuff ………………………………. and get it out in the mail. I hope the collating was perfect. Nothing like giving one person another persons numbers to look like a fool.
Now onto more mundane issues like safety incidents, new developments, recalcitrant Cities that think they are better than other developers, oh – and go home and have that drink I really wanted last night.
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