DB has been bugging me lately about my lack of life in the Blogosphere. I guess life has just been keeping me too busy to vent here. So what is new in my life? Good question. So for anyone who might still someday read my Blog (and the list at this point must be small), here is an update.
Feb 12th I was laid off. Apparently self-motivated thinkers who stand up for the safety and well being of the peons on the floor in opposition to Plant Managers don't get to keep their jobs. On a brighter note, I have news from many sources that everything I held together is falling apart in my absense. I've actually been asked to come back as a consultant. But my position wasn't necessary. Ce La Vie.
The job hunt has been interesting. So far I managed to enter a lot of interesting doors, but apparently I'm just under par. I certainly must thank the Plant Managers, CFO's, Maintenance Managers, and VP's who allow me to use them as references.
When I first became unemployed I worried because Patty is pregnant. 2 months later with Jahaira due any day, I'm actually happy to be unemployed. I have been able to lighten the workload around the home for my wife during her hardest months of pregnancy. I will be wholey available when the little brat finally arrives to take care of my boys while my wife takes care of our girl. It's kinda exciting.
I will admit I'm a bit stir crazy. I'm not used to unemployment. Most days I feel like a sluggard. Staring at a computer for hours pounding out resumes and applications is draining. Can I just get back to work already.
So pray for my wife and soon to be daughter. Hopefully they both come through this ok. Pray that the right employer will find value in this Irishman and hire me.
What else is new? Oh yes, my long time friend BS is about to graduate from Loyola Marymount Law School. And than he is leaving for TX. It will be a bitter sweet moment. My friend is at the end of a very long journey. And then he begins a new journey half a nation away. I will miss him and his family. Of course he's trying to convince me to join him in his treck to the great country of Texas. Tempting but I don't think I'll be getting out of LA for a few more years.
You know, all the reasons I returned to LA seem to be leaving or have already left. I know it's time for me to plan my own exit. It's just a matter of how. HMMM...
Caleb turned 1 Feb 5th. For Easter he decided it was time to walk. He is certainly one of the perks of unemployment. I've gotten to see many of his first which I would have missed had I been at work. Now he stumbles around the living room trying to keep his balance. He is the Tazmanian Devils 1st cousin. This kid destroys everything. Today he had our livingroom covered in shredded styrofoam. If anyone has some old books they don't need, Caleb would love to destroy them for you.
For those of you still awake, I'll let ya know when my daughter joins the world.
goodnight
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Saturday, November 17, 2007
I wake up in the morning and I raise my weary head
I don't think there has ever been a time in my life where I could remember my dreams. I've never woken up terrified because of nightmares. In fact the only time my dreams wake me up are when my body try's to react to my dream as if I'm really there.
I really enjoy listening to other peoples dreams. It give me a glimpse of something that I may never experience myself (remembered dreams).
The last week I think I know what I've been dreaming though. Every morning for about 2 weeks I wake up and my mind is racing with solutions and scenarios of my work. I'm laying in bed in my groggy, waiting for the next snooze alarm state, trying to get those last precious moments of rest before my day begins and my mind is going full speed into my job. The only explanation I can come up with is I must be dreaming about work. I want to scream, "it's too early to be thinking about this". "Leave me alone, five more minutes!"
The worst part is it doesn't stop. I get up and go through my morning routine with my mind still racing. I jump in my car for my half hour drive to work (time I normally take to blissfully enjoy the radio) and my mind is still racing. I get halfway to work before I reallize I haven't even turned on the radio.
Even today, Saturday morning, I woke up thinking about air compressors, rebuilding production lines and safety hazards. Well, I'm off to go look for a distraction so I can think about something besides work.
I really enjoy listening to other peoples dreams. It give me a glimpse of something that I may never experience myself (remembered dreams).
The last week I think I know what I've been dreaming though. Every morning for about 2 weeks I wake up and my mind is racing with solutions and scenarios of my work. I'm laying in bed in my groggy, waiting for the next snooze alarm state, trying to get those last precious moments of rest before my day begins and my mind is going full speed into my job. The only explanation I can come up with is I must be dreaming about work. I want to scream, "it's too early to be thinking about this". "Leave me alone, five more minutes!"
The worst part is it doesn't stop. I get up and go through my morning routine with my mind still racing. I jump in my car for my half hour drive to work (time I normally take to blissfully enjoy the radio) and my mind is still racing. I get halfway to work before I reallize I haven't even turned on the radio.
Even today, Saturday morning, I woke up thinking about air compressors, rebuilding production lines and safety hazards. Well, I'm off to go look for a distraction so I can think about something besides work.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
IRS VS GOLD
People have been trying to beat the tax man since taxes were invented. Al Capone couldn't be convicted for the majority of his crimes but tax evasion got him. Here is a method I bet none of you have ever heard of.
In 1985 Ron Paul was the frontrunner congressman in passing the Gold Bullion Coin Act. This laws states that the US Govt is required to print and place in circulation Gold Coins in denominations of $50, $25, $10, and $5 dollars to meet demand. These coins are made of 91.67% Gold.
In the mid 90's a small businessman decided to compensate his employees using this alternate currency. The method of this madness is thus:
I'll pay you $50 a week with a gold coin with a face value of $50. This equates to an annual income of $2600. This is less than reportable income by IRS Code. However this US Govt minted "$50" coin is really worth $800. Which means if you converted the value of the Gold Coins currency to Federal Reserve Notes (dollars) you just made ~$42,000.
So, "If a coin says it is a $50 gold piece, and it says 'In God We Trust', and the law says that it is legal tender, and it is in circulation, isn't it reasonable for people to think that they can calculate their tax liability based on that?"
So go tell your boss that you want to get paid $100 a week in US Minted Gold currency!
In 1985 Ron Paul was the frontrunner congressman in passing the Gold Bullion Coin Act. This laws states that the US Govt is required to print and place in circulation Gold Coins in denominations of $50, $25, $10, and $5 dollars to meet demand. These coins are made of 91.67% Gold.
In the mid 90's a small businessman decided to compensate his employees using this alternate currency. The method of this madness is thus:
I'll pay you $50 a week with a gold coin with a face value of $50. This equates to an annual income of $2600. This is less than reportable income by IRS Code. However this US Govt minted "$50" coin is really worth $800. Which means if you converted the value of the Gold Coins currency to Federal Reserve Notes (dollars) you just made ~$42,000.
So, "If a coin says it is a $50 gold piece, and it says 'In God We Trust', and the law says that it is legal tender, and it is in circulation, isn't it reasonable for people to think that they can calculate their tax liability based on that?"
So go tell your boss that you want to get paid $100 a week in US Minted Gold currency!
Sunday, October 21, 2007
SAFETY
I was approached by my Plant Manager not long ago on a Saturday. "Sean, I was in a meeting the other day and your name popped into my head." -Well Don, usually that means you have more work for me, so what's up? "Well, with Eugenia leaving we need someone to lead safety and I think you'd be perfect for the job. Nobody here understands safety at the floor level better than you." -Oh, because I have so much free time already, Don.
Thus began my latest adventure in life. So Don talked to my boss Sal, and his boss, the VP Bill. Monday morning Bill calls me to his office. We had a good long talk and in the end I said simply, no problem on one condition. You, Don, Sal and myself sit down and discuss our (meaning Sal and I) salaries, because if I'm taking on this extra responsibility so is he. "Sean, are you telling me you won't take this position if we don't have this talk?" -Yes Bill, that is exactly what I'm saying. "Agreed!"
So, Wednesday of that week I was officially made Safety Director. Bill was nice enough to assure me that I'm not in this alone. So why do I feel like I'm moving a mountain of rocks alone and at any moment the whole mountain could come tumbling down on top of me? The very next day Line 1 caught on fire. Destroyed property, evacuated the building, found faulty fire extinguishers, learned we have no fire team, no fire training, no breathing devices and no MSDS sheets for a product we've been making a year. Did I mention all the Corporate Guru's from New York happened to be in the building.
So, my second day as Safety Director I find myself in a Safety Response Review meeting for a fire we just had with Don (plant manager), Bill and all of their bosses. We created a list... THINGS THAT WENT RIGHT and THINGS THAT WENT WRONG. One column we were able to list 2 items. The other column we were able to list 16 items. Who wants to guess which column was which?
I spent the rest of the week dealing with the aftermath. Fire Marshalls, Health Inspectors, Alarm Companies, Fire extinguisher companies, Sprinkler companies, not to mention the damaged line, which is for a very specific customer who tells us he will start running short of product in 10 days. We are his only supplier.
So the next week (last week) I sign myself up for a three day OSHA training course. Come to find out it is actually a 12 day course, so I still have 8 days to go. By day 2 of the course I am already overwhelmed. It amazes me how far out of compliance we are. The training ended on Thursday and I've had safety nightmares every night since then. It as if my mind wants to work through the mountain I have to move when I'm sleeping. I end up waking up numerous times throughout the night.
Tomorrow is my first day back to work since the training. I think I need a good sit down talk with Don about what he expects and what I expect. Than I need to figure out how to start tearing down the mountain. And I still need to have that talk about salaries. No way I'm keeping this beast at my current pay.
Thus began my latest adventure in life. So Don talked to my boss Sal, and his boss, the VP Bill. Monday morning Bill calls me to his office. We had a good long talk and in the end I said simply, no problem on one condition. You, Don, Sal and myself sit down and discuss our (meaning Sal and I) salaries, because if I'm taking on this extra responsibility so is he. "Sean, are you telling me you won't take this position if we don't have this talk?" -Yes Bill, that is exactly what I'm saying. "Agreed!"
So, Wednesday of that week I was officially made Safety Director. Bill was nice enough to assure me that I'm not in this alone. So why do I feel like I'm moving a mountain of rocks alone and at any moment the whole mountain could come tumbling down on top of me? The very next day Line 1 caught on fire. Destroyed property, evacuated the building, found faulty fire extinguishers, learned we have no fire team, no fire training, no breathing devices and no MSDS sheets for a product we've been making a year. Did I mention all the Corporate Guru's from New York happened to be in the building.
So, my second day as Safety Director I find myself in a Safety Response Review meeting for a fire we just had with Don (plant manager), Bill and all of their bosses. We created a list... THINGS THAT WENT RIGHT and THINGS THAT WENT WRONG. One column we were able to list 2 items. The other column we were able to list 16 items. Who wants to guess which column was which?
I spent the rest of the week dealing with the aftermath. Fire Marshalls, Health Inspectors, Alarm Companies, Fire extinguisher companies, Sprinkler companies, not to mention the damaged line, which is for a very specific customer who tells us he will start running short of product in 10 days. We are his only supplier.
So the next week (last week) I sign myself up for a three day OSHA training course. Come to find out it is actually a 12 day course, so I still have 8 days to go. By day 2 of the course I am already overwhelmed. It amazes me how far out of compliance we are. The training ended on Thursday and I've had safety nightmares every night since then. It as if my mind wants to work through the mountain I have to move when I'm sleeping. I end up waking up numerous times throughout the night.
Tomorrow is my first day back to work since the training. I think I need a good sit down talk with Don about what he expects and what I expect. Than I need to figure out how to start tearing down the mountain. And I still need to have that talk about salaries. No way I'm keeping this beast at my current pay.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
COUNTING THE DAYS!
My wife is visiting NYC for three weeks, which means I'm a bachelor for the moment. Having been a bachelor for many years in a previous life, you would think that would be no problem. Not so. I come home from work and find myself bombarded with silence. No wife to talk to , no son asking questions, no baby crying, nothing but silence. So I sit and wonder what to do with myself. Nothing catches my interest. I try to read but can't get into it. I don't play computer games anymore. I turn on the TV, but there is nothing catching.
In this time of loneliness it has become glaringly obvious that my family IS the center of my world. Without them I'm just an astronaut floating in space drifting farther and farther from anything that means anything to him. And the two shall become one. The longer I'm married the more meaning that has for me. The "independent nomad" I once was, is now a dependant, pseudo grounded family man. My family is no longer a futuristic want, but a current need. Life without them is not even fathomable anymore. This temporary separation is a vivid reminder of how much I enjoy my family. How much a part of me they have become.
I don't think Patty is fairing much better. She's already counting the days till she comes home. I think she is going to need a vacation from her vacation.
Back to silence I go.
In this time of loneliness it has become glaringly obvious that my family IS the center of my world. Without them I'm just an astronaut floating in space drifting farther and farther from anything that means anything to him. And the two shall become one. The longer I'm married the more meaning that has for me. The "independent nomad" I once was, is now a dependant, pseudo grounded family man. My family is no longer a futuristic want, but a current need. Life without them is not even fathomable anymore. This temporary separation is a vivid reminder of how much I enjoy my family. How much a part of me they have become.
I don't think Patty is fairing much better. She's already counting the days till she comes home. I think she is going to need a vacation from her vacation.
Back to silence I go.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
IN CUBA, WE KILL GUYS LIKE YOU!!!
When you are in management you see all sorts of things you wouldn't expect. It's a backstage pass to the theatre where you get to see what the audience can't see. The most recent incident still has me stunned.
When you work in the Manufacturing industry, safety is a huge concern. Large machines with lots of torque; slippery surfaces; compressed air, hydraulics, and electricity everywhere. There are lots of places one can hurt oneself. There are lots of people who out of ignorance can be hurt by the carelessness of those who know.
KM (my engineer) walked by an exposed 440 volt electric panel on his way to lunch. Nobody around but the guy cleaning the floor. HMMM.. water and electricity, good mix. After an short investigation we quickly discovered who was responsible for leaving the panel open. We called a meeting of all of our electricians and ran through the importance of electrical safety. AP, the electrician responsible, was given a verbal warning (nothing official) and his response was, "But I waited till nobody was around." Nobody but the guy with the bucket of soapy water washing the floor.
AP felt singled out and "knew" that another electrician had "snitched" to KM. He walked up to the other electrician and flattly said "In Cuba, we kill guys like you!" and walked away.
Up to this point AP had conveyed nothing but a friendly attittude to everyone. I think I'm stunned more by who said it, than by what was said. It's a reminder that the unassuming nice guys aren't always nice. Place Mr. Nice Guy in a defensive posture and the fangs will come out.
AP went on vacation before we were made aware of his comment. When he gets back we'll have to deal with him. I wonder if his hostility will be redirected at us, or burn more fiercly towards the "snitch" who told on him. I wonder what an old Cuban (he's in his 50's) could devise against someone. Will his anger grow to a point of action?
I guess I"ll find out.
When you work in the Manufacturing industry, safety is a huge concern. Large machines with lots of torque; slippery surfaces; compressed air, hydraulics, and electricity everywhere. There are lots of places one can hurt oneself. There are lots of people who out of ignorance can be hurt by the carelessness of those who know.
KM (my engineer) walked by an exposed 440 volt electric panel on his way to lunch. Nobody around but the guy cleaning the floor. HMMM.. water and electricity, good mix. After an short investigation we quickly discovered who was responsible for leaving the panel open. We called a meeting of all of our electricians and ran through the importance of electrical safety. AP, the electrician responsible, was given a verbal warning (nothing official) and his response was, "But I waited till nobody was around." Nobody but the guy with the bucket of soapy water washing the floor.
AP felt singled out and "knew" that another electrician had "snitched" to KM. He walked up to the other electrician and flattly said "In Cuba, we kill guys like you!" and walked away.
Up to this point AP had conveyed nothing but a friendly attittude to everyone. I think I'm stunned more by who said it, than by what was said. It's a reminder that the unassuming nice guys aren't always nice. Place Mr. Nice Guy in a defensive posture and the fangs will come out.
AP went on vacation before we were made aware of his comment. When he gets back we'll have to deal with him. I wonder if his hostility will be redirected at us, or burn more fiercly towards the "snitch" who told on him. I wonder what an old Cuban (he's in his 50's) could devise against someone. Will his anger grow to a point of action?
I guess I"ll find out.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
THE FUN NEVER ENDS
I've been meaning to blab here since the 4th of July. So much has happened since then.
the fourth was great. Caleb was enthralled by the lights. I thought the loud explosions might bother him but he didn't care. It a joy to just watch him take in life experiences for the first time.
Theresa (my stepmother of over 2 decades) died Friday 13. The battle over the estate seemed to begin before the body was cold. I'm amazed the cops were never called, oh wait, they were called. At one point we had all but one sibling in agreement. Not sure where we stand now, but me, being the "trustworthy responsible one" who happens to still live in LA seems to be bearing all the load of moving forward. An executor needs to be named, an eviction of the current tenent needs to be filed, and than there is probate. I'm not going to give ya'll gory details, but I advize all of you to have a will. Otherwise your children will get to see the worste in each other. Nothing brings out the vulture in man/woman like an fresh estate battle.
This of course happened right in the middle of Angelica's (Patty's neice) visit. She had a good time anyway. We took her to the Sequoias and spent alot of time swimming and doing outdoorsy stuff.
I had really intended to give much more detail. I'm just so tired of it all. It's been a long month. But to any of you nosy people who just have to know, feel free to call me. If you don't have my number, than I probably wouldn't tell you anyway.
the fourth was great. Caleb was enthralled by the lights. I thought the loud explosions might bother him but he didn't care. It a joy to just watch him take in life experiences for the first time.
Theresa (my stepmother of over 2 decades) died Friday 13. The battle over the estate seemed to begin before the body was cold. I'm amazed the cops were never called, oh wait, they were called. At one point we had all but one sibling in agreement. Not sure where we stand now, but me, being the "trustworthy responsible one" who happens to still live in LA seems to be bearing all the load of moving forward. An executor needs to be named, an eviction of the current tenent needs to be filed, and than there is probate. I'm not going to give ya'll gory details, but I advize all of you to have a will. Otherwise your children will get to see the worste in each other. Nothing brings out the vulture in man/woman like an fresh estate battle.
This of course happened right in the middle of Angelica's (Patty's neice) visit. She had a good time anyway. We took her to the Sequoias and spent alot of time swimming and doing outdoorsy stuff.
I had really intended to give much more detail. I'm just so tired of it all. It's been a long month. But to any of you nosy people who just have to know, feel free to call me. If you don't have my number, than I probably wouldn't tell you anyway.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Colonial Declaration of Independance day
How do you keep a 5 month olds attention. Sit two-hundred yards from a city sponsored fireworks show. Caleb was mesmorized by the sounds and colors. I thought it might scare him but he was in awe.
I had a good fourth of July. Day off work, barbeque and fireworks show. Threw the ball around with Darrien, got in some reading and ended with bright explosive pyrotechnics. Even got paid that day. Can't complain.
hope ya'll enjoyed your yearly celebration of the signing of the Declaration of Independance.
I had a good fourth of July. Day off work, barbeque and fireworks show. Threw the ball around with Darrien, got in some reading and ended with bright explosive pyrotechnics. Even got paid that day. Can't complain.
hope ya'll enjoyed your yearly celebration of the signing of the Declaration of Independance.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
mindless bla......
What to right (my wife wants me to correct this... I think I'll leave it this way just to bug her).. oh the dilema... I have this 20lb chubby entity on my lap who seems thoroughly enthralled by the letters on the screen. If only they were always this easy to entertain.
My house is finally empty. Just in time for the heat of summer. Oh for air conditioning.
Caleb is growing fast. We have to get him a mattress for his bed before he grows out of his bassinet. My wife has a fit every time I mention putting him in another room (she just read this and is wining about it... NNNOOOOOOO). Must be a mommy thing.
Work is chaotic as ever. My boss wants to make me his assistant so he can move on to other things (he wants me to take over his job). I hope that involves a raise. We keep redifining our roles. I think the upper eschalones of my corporation are completely baffled by us. Keeps my life busy. I worked 20 straight hours last week and then woke up three hours later for another 10. My peoples all think I'm crazy.
I'd love to keep rambling about nothing but Caleb seems to think my fingers belong in his hands or his mouth and it's really difficult to type anything, yet alone construct a cohesive thought.
BTW, welcome to SUMMER....
My house is finally empty. Just in time for the heat of summer. Oh for air conditioning.
Caleb is growing fast. We have to get him a mattress for his bed before he grows out of his bassinet. My wife has a fit every time I mention putting him in another room (she just read this and is wining about it... NNNOOOOOOO). Must be a mommy thing.
Work is chaotic as ever. My boss wants to make me his assistant so he can move on to other things (he wants me to take over his job). I hope that involves a raise. We keep redifining our roles. I think the upper eschalones of my corporation are completely baffled by us. Keeps my life busy. I worked 20 straight hours last week and then woke up three hours later for another 10. My peoples all think I'm crazy.
I'd love to keep rambling about nothing but Caleb seems to think my fingers belong in his hands or his mouth and it's really difficult to type anything, yet alone construct a cohesive thought.
BTW, welcome to SUMMER....
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Kaizen
My company is instituting "Lean" training. So for the past week I have been involved in an 8 hour a day class. Joining me in this mandatory training has been Sal (my boss), Richard (my lead electrician), and Juan (one of my lead mechanics). Who has been running maintenance, you might ask? No one!
We've all snuck off to work at every opportunity, but it was too little. We had 4 major break downs this week, that I had to manage while in this training. I ended up working three 13 hour days and a 12 hour day. I think my mechanics were in shock to see me on the floor in coveralls working beside them. We had to fix the problem. The training is a good training for the company as a whole, but it made for a very rough work week.
Oh, and did I forget to mention that my brothers wife and kids have landed back at my house again.
So the weekend is finally here and I'm exhausted. On a brighter note, I enjoyed a really nice evening of coffee and cigarrettes with a good friend last night. It was good to vent and relax and just do nothing.
Off to breakfast with the familia.
We've all snuck off to work at every opportunity, but it was too little. We had 4 major break downs this week, that I had to manage while in this training. I ended up working three 13 hour days and a 12 hour day. I think my mechanics were in shock to see me on the floor in coveralls working beside them. We had to fix the problem. The training is a good training for the company as a whole, but it made for a very rough work week.
Oh, and did I forget to mention that my brothers wife and kids have landed back at my house again.
So the weekend is finally here and I'm exhausted. On a brighter note, I enjoyed a really nice evening of coffee and cigarrettes with a good friend last night. It was good to vent and relax and just do nothing.
Off to breakfast with the familia.
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