Ready, Fire, Aim. I Mean Ready...

I must apologize for a long delay between postings but my life has gone from simply routine altering to someone hand me a fire extinguisher or better yet call the fire department. It reminds me of the news blurb I heard on Bob and Tom sometime in the last two weeks. A high school teenag couple managed to burn their parent's house to the ground while excaping from the blaze completely unclothed. It appears that their romantic interlude was interupted when the candles they lit caught the attic bedroom on fire. How do you explain that to your parents? We had to peel the burning clothes off our bodies in order to excape. Yea right. Or the bikini waxing went horribly wrong. Huh?

Work has been a lesson in what a severe lack of planning will do to any reasonably well run business. We have experienced a great increase in business since model year change (that is July for those not in automotive) which is a great thing. The bad part is we have not planned enough labor units (that would be hourly workers to the people living in any reality but our HR manager) for the increase in business. So now we are working everyone more overtime than they want and getting the standard diminishing results. Every week the crisis starts coming earlier in the week. When it finally occurs on Monday, it is time to sell.

So as I put on my red jacket and rubber boots and whistle for our dalmation so I can head out to work, I remember that adage they taught me in basic training, ready..., oh crap what was that again. It had something to do with the M16 and those targets that keep popping up down the firing range. Oh yea, fire was in there somewhere. I think you have to aim first though. That would probably help.

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Cobb