Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Cars
Cars are an essential part of what I do for work. In fact, if I didn't have a car, I couldn't do what I do. On a typical I will drive anywhere from 100-300 miles as I go and visit customers with my sales team. Cars make life a lot easier. If I had a horse, like they did 150 years ago, I couldn't do what I do. But then, they didn't have toilet paper or other cleaning products back then so I would be out of a job anyway. I was wondering about cars. What do we do in them? I look around as I drive and I see people singing and moovin' to the groovin', Fun. I see people talking on their phones, a bit dangerous but it depends on how animated the conversations are. It could range from VERY dangerous to just mildly obnoxious. Texting: now there is something that should be a crime. Anyone caught texting while driviing should have their phone shut off for at least 30 days and the person should have roadside clean up for 2 week ends. I hate it when people text. The other day I saw a woman texting, applying mascara and drinking coffee at the same time!!!!! What is so important that it can't wait 10 to 30 minutes to communicate to someone? If you need to apply make up - GET UP 10 MINUTES EARLIER!!!!! Your car is NOT your bathroom. What possesses people? I am surprised that as many of us are alive as there are of us because of the brain-dead things we do when operating a 3,000 tp 4,000 pound piece of machinery, traveling at speeds of over 75 miles per hour (we are in Utah afterall) and we don't have our full attention on what we are doing. I am guilty of being dumb as well but I have resolved that things can wait a few minutes. There is nothing so life and death about work that can't wait 1/2 hour or so. We are filled with a false sense of importance of what we do. We all need an enema to quit being so full of ourselves. Cars. They take us places and can cause others to be taken places not planned for. I like, respect and, at times, fear cars.
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