Category Archives: Flying with Warthog Air

Three Reasons

There were three reasons for the second dram of scotch tonight (which might yet turn into a 3rd dram). I could tell you about the contract negotiations that have consumed most of my waking hours since Jan 7th, but frankly … Continue reading

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Good with the Bad

I’ve had three true performance problems in my career as a manager. One was resolved by transferring her, the other two had to be let go. In the latest case, it was blatant incompetence combined with astonishingly poor social skills. … Continue reading

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The Confidence of a Mediocre White Man

On Wednesday I was drinking scotch in the middle of the afternoon. (Thank beneficent deities I have the sort of career where this is ok. Thank the Scots for making the good stuff and thank the Irish for bottling the … Continue reading

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I did not lose Wednesday

I’m not sure about Thursday though. . . . It’s looking a bit dicey.

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I Refuse to Lose Wednesday

Today is Wednesday. I shall be telling myself that all day, because last week I managed to lose Wednesday. I refuse to lose Wednesday this week. I am holding on to it for dear life!  

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Got Something

I finished a project yesterday. This was the Winnipeg project. The one that made me tear my hair out, gave me food poisoning, bad hotels, rotten meals and heartburn. This was one of the projects where there was no connection … Continue reading

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Always Worse

Most mornings I roll over in bed, turn off my alarm, grab my phone, text Mr. Spit, check for email, check facebook, say good morning to the Handsome Aussie and then look at my calendar. Now, you might suggest that … Continue reading

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In Case you Were Wondering

The kids sometimes talk about getting “big people jobs” when they are out of university. I think they look upon the sorts of things that I do as important and fascinating and endlessly interesting and fulfilling. I think I have … Continue reading

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Metallic Taste (Part 1)

My memory is visceral, based upon smell and taste and sound. The smell of my mother’s perfume still leaves me a bit off kilter, if not slightly uneasy. Wood smoke takes me hiking in high school. Hotel California on the … Continue reading

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La Vacance

I’m learning. This is not just a thing I’m saying, I am learning. On Monday, after I met with my new Boss for a quick planning meeting, she suggested that I take today off and recover from a few tough … Continue reading

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