My last job before retiring was as a customer project manager for a multinational electronics giant. At the end of my first year the division that I had been hired into was disbanded. But true to their philosophy the corporation gave me time to find another job within its community. I spent the next year building a client base within the company chasing tiny little leads all over the eastern half of the country. The piece to the right sums up that year of short hopping and doorknocking. My time in the company lasted another five years.

I. also disproved the adage, "Availability Is Not a Skill Set."

Roadshow

My current occupation requires me to travel and travel and, well, you get the picture. It’s just one more indication that masochism is the national pastime. By and large I don’t go to exotic places nor do I cover vast distances. I just make numerous indistinguishable trips on crowded commercial jet aircraft. Recently I spent a week mountain hopping in the Appalachians. It was a week of short, bumpy, noisy, propeller driven airplane rides which were perversely enjoyable and which have led me to promulgate McCormick’s First Law of Inverse Relationships in Compensatory Travel. The law states that:

“The less your conveyance resembles a real aeroplane, the more your flight attendant resembles a genuine stewardess.”

So, let’s raise a toast to
Colleen, Sharrie and Pam
with unlined complexion
and lithe, unveined gam.

The trade-offs are minor
and quite easily made.
Its nice to be pampered
by a genuine babe.