Griffey did not get the vote of 100% of the baseball writers to join the hall of fame in his first year of eligibility. 3 writers left him off their ballots. (I will let you do the math on how many did put him on the ballot.) Nobody has ever received 100%.
Carl and his best baseball buddies had an impromptu gathering to watch the announcement. I had to work.
I am hoping this week at work is not the model for the rest of the year. I have a big project to work on but I have not been able to give the project the time it deserves. Interruptions from other work related bits and pieces. And this is after reading an article about Focus, Focus, Focus – How to be more productive. It is hard to say no to people at the front counter, trying to get their 2016 plans and goals underway.
WHAT ABOUT MY GOALS?
Pictures on the wall, grease the elliptical, make a bed or two, and move forward on the hall of fame vacation planning. Goals for my weekend. And start on taxes if TurboTax arrives.
GO SEAHAWKS
(On our way to work.) It’s all about the 12s. And it is Blue Friday. All Seattle things. Per Carl and football, “Scream Really Loud!” (Stolen from Pee-Wee Herman.)
Next stop, so Jim can get his coffee. (I bring drip from home.)
This seems to have morphed into a going to work blog. Which it is. And we’re off again.
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January 9, 2016 at 7:49 am |
Can you schedule a conference room? One hour a day on the project with no interruptions unless it’s a level 8-10 question. 10 being a true emergency. Is there a time of day when the front desk is least busy? Free advice, and worth what you paid for it…
January 9, 2016 at 6:36 pm |
I think he deserved 100%! It’s difficult to get things done in teaching too with all the interruptions. I get exhausted from multi-tasking constantly.
January 11, 2016 at 7:43 am |
But Margie works with high school students, and you work with second graders. I am sure it is different.
January 11, 2016 at 5:19 am |
> margiegf. Any questions, class? Yes, Bobby? Can I go to the restroom?
January 12, 2016 at 5:20 am |
Well, the second graders are shorter than me, and high schoolers don’t burst into tears as often. Oh wait, 90% of second graders don’t burst into tears as often as my one wailer.