I failed to see the new overly hyped science fiction movie “Sharknado” when it debuted earlier this month. Despite not seeing the film it was pretty clear to see what the story was about. A group of man eating killer sharks were sucked up into a tornado and cut a patch across the United States eventually being conquered by Tara Reid and the guy from Beverly Hills 90201.
I’m fairly certain that I’ll never live to see a sharknado but I do believe that I can feel the pain suffered by the victims of those silent killers when I suffered “computer crashnado” just before leaving for vacation. With a checklist a mile long to do list and non refundable airfare looming over my internal clock I received the “Blue screen of death”. Work needed to be done a final PowerPoint presentation needing editing and I needed to call the NCR books rep.
Thank goodness for a support group and my IT guy. The geek squad has nothing on Aaron the helpdesk dude. I don’t think homeboy has any idea of how much stress he saved me with four mouse clicks and a diagnostic screening. Vegas was waiting and Aaron doesn’t know it yet but there will be a souvenir shot glass with this name all over it.
We were in the process of building our new company. I thought it would be nice to find a building that would be big enough to grow into. My investors told me, I should start at a smaller office, and work my way into a larger building as my team grew. I knew this would be very, soon since I had a plan to grow 90% in the first year. I found an empty mid-rise building. It looked a little run down, but the structure stood strong and it was promising. I had my architect do a walk through of the building to verify this.
I spent less than half for it, than my original plan to spend on the building. Me and my team spent the next three months renovating it in to perfection. We even, threw in a lounge for our customers to eat and relax in while waiting for consultation. The groundworks was amazing, we won a local award.
It never is smart to cut across private property at night. It was late, but when my friends and I broke down at a desert party, our options were limited. We were miles from the freeway, so we had to trek through the dirt roadways, that eventually brought us to the government canals at the edge of the city. We were still miles from the main city lights, so we decided to cut across some barbwire fencing. This allowed us to cross a farm field, one that appeared to be mostly used for livestock, probably horses and cows. We made it almost a quarter mile across the field, but our luck had run out. My buddies and I heard the sound of a shotgun. We thought we were dead, especially when two of us were hit. As we ran, it became obvious that we had been shot with rock salt.
Often times as we age, our hearing starts to deteriorate. We do not even notice it sometimes, until one day we realize we cannot hear our family and friends talking to us. Or we may even start to realize we have to crank up the radio or television. We then breakdown and go for a hearing test, only to find, we are in need of some form of hearing assistance. This is usually just a simple Manchester hearing aids. These devices must be made special for you and your specific needs. There are several types on the market, some that are almost invisible. Which ever type you choose, you want it to function properly and be comfortable, and most important, you want to be able to hear well with it, and catch up on what you have been missing. On occasion it may be necessary for someone to get surgery to correct their hearing loss, but not likely. As soon as you notice any change in your hearing, get to the doctor.
It was a chilly, gray day in May, which matched the mood of a bone-tired and depressed Susan as she stood by the pile of sandbags that had been placed there by the city for her to use to protect her dream home from the rapidly-rising water. “Stupid me!” she thought. She hadn’t heeded any of the numerous warnings about the river that she had received from knowledgeable friends before she bought last fall.
But what was that sound of voices? Hmmm…it was a group of her neighbors who had come to help out! “Where do you want us to put the bags?” they asked. Half an hour later, the job was done. “Thank you so much!” was all she could say. Yes, the day was still gray – and chilly – but inside Susan now was nothing but the warmth of gratitude for such incredibly thoughtful neighbors!