"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Air Conditioning

~Life's problems wouldn't be called "hurdles" if there wasn't a way to get over them.
~Unknown

Geez! I almost forgot to blog today! I'm not used to my night ending at 10 or 10:30... I just had a thought on my very warm ride home from work-well, I'll just explain. There are so many people with their windows down. Haha, I only notice because I had mine down some and am aware so I don't sing when other windows are open around me :)

Anyway, you don't open your window when you have the air on, right? So, are all of those people with their windows down missing air conditioning like I am?

Second day of work went well. I met my trainer and everyone in the department-about forty people I won't remember-besides the fact that it was kind of loud with all the sewing machines going. I got my machine and table and everything and spend a few hours learning to thread the machine, practicing, and timing myself. It wasn't too bad, kind of became a routine. Breaks were good but then I felt like I was supposed to be doing something :)
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