i vetoed
I just got back from vetoing. I don't feel particularly empowered. I just feel like there should've been a "HELL NO" box on the ballot, or at least on the exit poll. This is one of those elections that I don't really feel like I voted for anything; I was voting against stuff. But given the stuff I was voting against, I'm ok with that. Just as long as my side wins.
Driving back, I started thinking about the election party we had in 2004 and how many things have changed since then. I feel really fortunate that we did it and it turned out so well (results excluded, of course). The eclectic mix of people, the setting, the energy...it just all worked out. For me, it stands out as one of those perfect moments when you look around and feel surrounded by blessings, even if the world is going to hell.
The roofers started work yesterday. Max barks at them when they arrive, but when he just hears them working he cowers and shakes. Zeke is rather blase about the entire affair.
This morning there was a voicemail waiting for me that prompted swift and definitive action from me. Now, it looks like no one else really cares or thinks that our current approach is clumsy and lacking in vision...so it's dropped considerably on my Care-o-Meter. The programmers don't understand the business practices behind all of the programs, and the non-programmers don't understand the structure of the programs; and it would appear that no amount of carefully laid out explanations is going to fix that.
Driving back, I started thinking about the election party we had in 2004 and how many things have changed since then. I feel really fortunate that we did it and it turned out so well (results excluded, of course). The eclectic mix of people, the setting, the energy...it just all worked out. For me, it stands out as one of those perfect moments when you look around and feel surrounded by blessings, even if the world is going to hell.
The roofers started work yesterday. Max barks at them when they arrive, but when he just hears them working he cowers and shakes. Zeke is rather blase about the entire affair.
This morning there was a voicemail waiting for me that prompted swift and definitive action from me. Now, it looks like no one else really cares or thinks that our current approach is clumsy and lacking in vision...so it's dropped considerably on my Care-o-Meter. The programmers don't understand the business practices behind all of the programs, and the non-programmers don't understand the structure of the programs; and it would appear that no amount of carefully laid out explanations is going to fix that.