I live for this kind of stuff.
One of the strangest tests he took before he left was musical- recognizing tones and pitches and reproducing lines of sound. Yesterday, his results showed these were his 2 highest scores…out of everything. My genius engineer, planner, environmental port-a-potty crusader, math-ma-teer…scored highest on pitch and tone.
The facilitator then discussed the various different portions of all the tests and how they apply in the work world. When she got to these two particular musical tests, she paused…and said they had yet to figure out exactly how strength in these 2 areas translated into the business world, but they knew it was important to recognize.
That’s funny. FUN-NY. Pee in my pants, roll on the floor, cry real tears funny.
I miss the kid. I don’t sleep well without him anymore, especially this week when the world has been so horrific. I have found that I talk very little when he’s not around, which leaves most things in my head…just swimming around, bouncing off other things swimming around in there. I may know where the soap is this week, but I prefer it when he’s home. I like him.
We’re getting ready to bid that Calvin job.
I thought that job was already bid and selected.
Nope. That was just an initial interview before.
Yep. It’s comin’ down the pike.
Pike? Comin’ down the pike?
Yeah. You know…gettin’ ready to start.
Pipe. You mean pipe, right?
No. It’s comin’ down the pike.
Seriously. I think it’s pipe, Babe.
Well, maybe it is. But I am an inventor. I invented a new phrase.
Should I feel like an idiot when he kills me at Scrabble?
Seriously. It’s pipe, right, guys?