Coming Back To Reality

Vacations are a dangerous thing. I had nine days to completely forget about all aspects of work and completely blank out thoughts of making auto parts. Now, I never completely got it out of my head but I was close to a clean slate. Now that I have put a full day in at the office, I could use another week off. All of the little, petty, mundane details of the daily storm and strife are flooding back and I know why they call it work.

Although I did not have an exceptional time in Las Vegas, I did have an enjoyable time away from the office. Any time you can forget about dealing with the arrogant jack asses at the assembly plants, it is a good thing. It is one thing to be demanding and demonstrate that you are worthy of that demand. It is another to be a cluttered mess covering a mine field and expecting perfection from those around you. You never know which step you take that will be the one that blows your leg off and throws shrapnel every which way. If GM, Ford and DCX knew the amount of collateral damage they caused by their lack of attention to detail, it would save them and their suppliers a huge amount of money. But it is not about saving money. It is about punishment and retribution. At least those are the appearances.

So, as I get back into the swing of things again, I will try to get to that spot last week when the chalk board was completely erased and I was mentally clapping the erasers by the pool. Try to get to that point where thinking of nothing, but what to enjoy next, is the most important thing in my life. Somehow, I think the moment is lost. I can at least wander through the memory and relish in the what was, while fencing the dogs in the reality of what is.

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Cobb