tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86594846445048520652024-03-04T16:53:48.250-08:00The Right Brainthe RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-50418787965051390582024-03-01T16:16:00.000-08:002024-03-04T16:53:17.436-08:00Quick with a Shootin' Iron<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhSsRh85JuKY8zQVj5U0LSort_AF06joELgvIAz0Qt_-AyQGTm6UgBtxKsasty3A8Ims3eEpbN6UCV1Fc9xDTqXx2HGzH_BO2mAZiBvOyeQiFO2QIsDfwGPxCm7Y8UHYaY3dMqg8oWvJcW4CfApWF3mrah4YYrnOZGlY3DU1jX9-fPN1raZ5vGVq_2cQF/s2718/Quick%20with%20a%20Gun.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2718" data-original-width="1838" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzhSsRh85JuKY8zQVj5U0LSort_AF06joELgvIAz0Qt_-AyQGTm6UgBtxKsasty3A8Ims3eEpbN6UCV1Fc9xDTqXx2HGzH_BO2mAZiBvOyeQiFO2QIsDfwGPxCm7Y8UHYaY3dMqg8oWvJcW4CfApWF3mrah4YYrnOZGlY3DU1jX9-fPN1raZ5vGVq_2cQF/s16000/Quick%20with%20a%20Gun.png" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Reminds me of a help wanted ad for volunteer firefighters: <div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div>Help Wanted</div><div>No Pay.</div><div>Odd Hours</div><div>Cool Hat</div></blockquote><div><div><br /></div><div>This cowpoke may be a bit confused, but he is enthusiastic and looks to be trainable. They should hire him. <div><div><br /></div></div><div>Everyone knows it's a challenge these days to find the right people. Seems like the good ones are all happily employed somewhere else. Desperation can sometimes lead businesses to make questionable hires of people whose only skills are from watching a YouTube tutorial. To those businesses, Jim Collins, author of <i>Good to Great</i>, offers this wisdom: "When in doubt, don't hire. Keep looking."</div><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-4804992317163371312024-02-13T09:51:00.000-08:002024-02-14T11:06:39.059-08:00Affordable Home<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLsnRiWM848lw2A8RPA6ZB7JiPWdcPr2eOUQfLkPCi6061fud4HhY1qYe5CmG7rhhnYVzN9Xoak3jDmnwQCKuECJAqnFstFcChX2cn14mBvzGXRzDdl4ySgwgAWKaAjaF62G3-YEJgw4oMbGBOS5H_upbyPaaHkd2CwgalEddUEMumaF-fZbLY1E_XD-f/s2162/Affordable%20Starter%20Home.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2162" data-original-width="1990" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLsnRiWM848lw2A8RPA6ZB7JiPWdcPr2eOUQfLkPCi6061fud4HhY1qYe5CmG7rhhnYVzN9Xoak3jDmnwQCKuECJAqnFstFcChX2cn14mBvzGXRzDdl4ySgwgAWKaAjaF62G3-YEJgw4oMbGBOS5H_upbyPaaHkd2CwgalEddUEMumaF-fZbLY1E_XD-f/s16000/Affordable%20Starter%20Home.png" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally, something affordable!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rising prices combined with higher interest rates and a shortage of available homes have made it incredibly challenging for prospective buyers<span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">—</span>particularly first-time buyers<span face=""Calibri",sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">—</span>to afford a home. This poor house hunter looks a lot like the current state of the economy: his hair is in recession and his stomach is a victim of inflation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-20107336451124060212024-01-01T08:51:00.000-08:002024-02-14T13:16:39.056-08:00Can't Tell You How Much That Meant<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpXEbqi3jAR6oYTyrn8Ys8SAcq_A81cuoQmmveWmHOSt-DffPPfL-ryp3RcoKEF7cQ5m469Meg4LHKyEQbg4arNyn9tA8JsfyV2aEyiIS9exiFrYkFH_IQjsJJ0HG12i2yPdlJmGMYhF-awcSqGX0ZwOfkxgN-tYUc1RpwiEov5_xs436q0qV1dkLdP01/s2504/Can't%20tell%20you%20how%20much%20that%20meant.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2504" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpXEbqi3jAR6oYTyrn8Ys8SAcq_A81cuoQmmveWmHOSt-DffPPfL-ryp3RcoKEF7cQ5m469Meg4LHKyEQbg4arNyn9tA8JsfyV2aEyiIS9exiFrYkFH_IQjsJJ0HG12i2yPdlJmGMYhF-awcSqGX0ZwOfkxgN-tYUc1RpwiEov5_xs436q0qV1dkLdP01/s16000/Can't%20tell%20you%20how%20much%20that%20meant.png" /></a></div><br />In business and in life, keeping confidences is critical to build and maintain trust, and those who can be trusted to keep confidences are valuable. The person who says, "I promised to keep this confidential, but..." can't be trusted with a secret, and everyone knows it. Reminds me of a song lyric from my grandpa's favorite TV show, Hee Haw: "You'll never hear one of us repeating gossip, so you better be sure and listen close the first time!"<p></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-34599226298829494182023-12-04T13:06:00.000-08:002023-12-04T13:21:37.651-08:00At Your Age...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuwLheMBpQwicGlmVBUwR8QFpO2NsxNdSY6k9vJ6Cfre2oI91IBKbn_QheEVoC1k1SPov-I3UHJoQEcT75YJoArONy-LBOkgPvuKfGwmkZyODtTabWbytQr-V-NRWvJosH3LaanJKkxT8cecXiRJcWcivCceqSHalagEoqf29YNMaw5uFOmGNLTdrHTZr/s2386/At%20Your%20Age.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2386" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSuwLheMBpQwicGlmVBUwR8QFpO2NsxNdSY6k9vJ6Cfre2oI91IBKbn_QheEVoC1k1SPov-I3UHJoQEcT75YJoArONy-LBOkgPvuKfGwmkZyODtTabWbytQr-V-NRWvJosH3LaanJKkxT8cecXiRJcWcivCceqSHalagEoqf29YNMaw5uFOmGNLTdrHTZr/s16000/At%20Your%20Age.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Old people are just young people who've been alive for a long time. And if you live long enough, some parts are going to wear out. Reminds me of the line from the hilarious <i>I'm In Love With The Walmart Greeter</i> song: "She may be a hundred and five, but she's got a new hip!"<p></p><p>To all Santa's helpers young and old, Merry Christmas!</p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-40036204303212929532023-11-01T15:17:00.001-07:002024-02-14T13:16:58.469-08:00Thank You That Daddy's Boss Could Join Us<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJH1B1uf20eqJD3bRIwE5VatixhZrBQhdSofj48Yxit77XtrKCmgcWR1Ob0Bhuphin6TrC0hXIImvZmplsZQPZmlhmzd8UCGVPJjR9Zk4sxJiFAM1aCeb0QVwAim-ztaxuaBj0fuHVFWfbwbtj7mYr5_92J0A7Rne6w0l2Leoqmmkso8yFYcNEeNOrMjZ-/s2006/Thank%20You%20That%20Daddy's%20Boss...png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1906" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJH1B1uf20eqJD3bRIwE5VatixhZrBQhdSofj48Yxit77XtrKCmgcWR1Ob0Bhuphin6TrC0hXIImvZmplsZQPZmlhmzd8UCGVPJjR9Zk4sxJiFAM1aCeb0QVwAim-ztaxuaBj0fuHVFWfbwbtj7mYr5_92J0A7Rne6w0l2Leoqmmkso8yFYcNEeNOrMjZ-/s16000/Thank%20You%20That%20Daddy's%20Boss...png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thankful people are happy people. This dad's probably not too thankful or happy for his kid's honesty right now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />There is always something to be thankful for--air to breathe, sunshine, to be alive. We can be thankful we're the ones eating Thanksgiving dinner and not the main course. And even though we may not have everything we want, most of us can be grateful that we don't get what we deserve.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Happy Thanksgiving!</div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-66221202860428424562023-10-02T10:49:00.001-07:002024-02-14T13:17:11.005-08:00Paperless<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBdcA9Jta28Ok68-yYLjHiaoV8tzLRlq2rsjS0OahOyxVuoK7zB3ftXBWgZuaySQj8K3HBc3UMhiWqLWpTHSbRQcbbgHHThAPs8KLk6ToLvrzNLg2Z2FfnMr1q5rhrJvnzul6WaOGcYAy8dwBoaYmmRBMFcOy2yTPNgxrc2vWzID-P1lr-UsU-NfJxOSE/s2208/Paperless.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2208" data-original-width="1702" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBdcA9Jta28Ok68-yYLjHiaoV8tzLRlq2rsjS0OahOyxVuoK7zB3ftXBWgZuaySQj8K3HBc3UMhiWqLWpTHSbRQcbbgHHThAPs8KLk6ToLvrzNLg2Z2FfnMr1q5rhrJvnzul6WaOGcYAy8dwBoaYmmRBMFcOy2yTPNgxrc2vWzID-P1lr-UsU-NfJxOSE/s16000/Paperless.png" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe he can find an app for that? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our office uses only a small fraction of the paper we used to. Virtually all communication is electronic. Almost everything we do is prepared and submitted and filed electronically. Our plotters and copiers mostly just collect dust. There are lots of reasons why this is an improvement, and yet, there are still times when you need some good old-fashioned paper. This is one of them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-40303805904687831412023-09-12T15:39:00.001-07:002024-02-14T13:17:24.804-08:00Con Artist<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGwJGRa_Nlc1ZB7VUCIXva6o9phCL9Pt--LfH33XH5Jt6oQYFr2OmDB6TauZFgBTVX0-BvqWLowU0DwTU3KPBWyXZL0xpaMBzXORqH7Bqq6lygyfUg_tyOag5c3qD-bpzBBbtntgCuEEqZuKber7lH_eWAQwKS7xYSXYxFLKKltVc3MOP9HhJxxFn7PqL/s2332/Con%20Artist.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2332" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGwJGRa_Nlc1ZB7VUCIXva6o9phCL9Pt--LfH33XH5Jt6oQYFr2OmDB6TauZFgBTVX0-BvqWLowU0DwTU3KPBWyXZL0xpaMBzXORqH7Bqq6lygyfUg_tyOag5c3qD-bpzBBbtntgCuEEqZuKber7lH_eWAQwKS7xYSXYxFLKKltVc3MOP9HhJxxFn7PqL/s16000/Con%20Artist.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />At least he's being honest. Or is he?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />When he was a kid, this guy got a pass to leave school early because he claimed his mom was in the hospital and his dad was at the police station. His mom was a nurse and his dad was a police officer.<br /></div><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-91897124086952688392023-08-08T14:06:00.002-07:002023-08-10T10:57:57.853-07:00Couldn't Resist<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSiBl0fPsFRQ0T_avLs7Zjg_nA8QHvJp1Z3bhg46mcfLts7boXS4EBgHyhZaCVpux4K4-gQhiQB2d1fwIVhPnPMR381mvJoK7nyOoLWx588BWWkzkbrv-_R6K0Prt_OiaMH3X_cMAjd3CpebcjVs3QVs-6_dJeFzmmnNUzHxm9Lm_hO97fKlYYkiVbup0r/s2459/Couldn't%20Resist.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2459" data-original-width="1900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSiBl0fPsFRQ0T_avLs7Zjg_nA8QHvJp1Z3bhg46mcfLts7boXS4EBgHyhZaCVpux4K4-gQhiQB2d1fwIVhPnPMR381mvJoK7nyOoLWx588BWWkzkbrv-_R6K0Prt_OiaMH3X_cMAjd3CpebcjVs3QVs-6_dJeFzmmnNUzHxm9Lm_hO97fKlYYkiVbup0r/s16000/Couldn't%20Resist.png" /></a></div> Add this one to the list of jobsite safety hazards.<p></p><div><br /></div>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-14254634980619679822023-07-01T04:16:00.000-07:002023-07-01T04:16:00.143-07:00That There's the Horn<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7ICcYu6bxZ1b_Av59_ePWd4N4amViaOxlLRWO-91HWv7vdPlOLLhhFypay5qLwAEkSztxTvAXl1y7t6dG8Xq9IO0aQkF1BSa1uZWSXRu8-Tiy8gRmKCaKFhZXSngIGMHIpJGRTqwGrncJnmTvwHskbV-PT6m3JmZPrzKYKmlruo6tgrIsnw1lre3e_nA/s2596/that%20there's%20the%20horn.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2596" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7ICcYu6bxZ1b_Av59_ePWd4N4amViaOxlLRWO-91HWv7vdPlOLLhhFypay5qLwAEkSztxTvAXl1y7t6dG8Xq9IO0aQkF1BSa1uZWSXRu8-Tiy8gRmKCaKFhZXSngIGMHIpJGRTqwGrncJnmTvwHskbV-PT6m3JmZPrzKYKmlruo6tgrIsnw1lre3e_nA/s16000/that%20there's%20the%20horn.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Engineers have a knack for overthinking things. Wait 'til this guy learns about the accelerator and the brakes. No doubt he'll spend the next hour pondering potential performance upgrades. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Reminds me of a keen observation by Scott Adams, the creator of Dilbert: "To the engineer, all matter in the universe can be placed
into one of two categories: (1) things that need to be fixed, and (2) things
that will need to be fixed after you’ve had a few minutes to play with them.
Engineers like to solve problems. If there are no problems handily available,
they will create their own problems.”</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-24740938908312416782023-06-01T15:57:00.002-07:002023-06-30T08:04:31.176-07:00Preliminary Not For Construction<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Zf8NSBHluONyVsnLca1032x04UHUr6VHLD51LfmsrrXqTubgYi0On1mNF_QhwNixpjIgEV-LnRGZOwRtgFHuVr05Qd2kU6UYAl6rpcPALJ4JH9ZBHvmMAjico9_8pFc_Mryajv2BUC4NZnQM4ShH3hHtuiuwhCn3F4-EWLHdkP3UCgjlEGzXIPXcGA/s2362/Preliminary%20Not%20For%20Construction.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2362" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Zf8NSBHluONyVsnLca1032x04UHUr6VHLD51LfmsrrXqTubgYi0On1mNF_QhwNixpjIgEV-LnRGZOwRtgFHuVr05Qd2kU6UYAl6rpcPALJ4JH9ZBHvmMAjico9_8pFc_Mryajv2BUC4NZnQM4ShH3hHtuiuwhCn3F4-EWLHdkP3UCgjlEGzXIPXcGA/s16000/Preliminary%20Not%20For%20Construction.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">With the quantity and frequency of revisions on some projects, it's not hard to see how occasionally some things aren't built from the latest drawings. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've never seen quite like this, but I was sent a picture a few years ago of a large cloud-shaped hole that had been cut in a concrete floor slab. The contractor had scaled the delta cloud on the plans and then duplicated it on the floor. Click <a href="https://rightbrain.wrightengineers.com/2011/09/i-did-it-just-like-you-showed.html">here</a> for a cartoon commemorating that event.</div><p></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-62599092883815204282023-05-16T09:30:00.001-07:002023-06-30T08:04:42.816-07:00Encrypted<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKuffJJvYvPe4spetiLfyIJoY5gos10m5ZhCx5tI_65vMwwwLKWZ4COnJVE234oK7wUKmrBkv3kvO1hQ67B-hSOpsYstUJtvJ4kA538VheAEjoXUpuPBHsNMGhy3I0_1Kp7Ki0zMDV2BGasL7vMsqGm2_9589uuu_SqqrZzfWdBpa4qvFlyiCc4iv6Q/s2596/Encrypted.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2596" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKuffJJvYvPe4spetiLfyIJoY5gos10m5ZhCx5tI_65vMwwwLKWZ4COnJVE234oK7wUKmrBkv3kvO1hQ67B-hSOpsYstUJtvJ4kA538VheAEjoXUpuPBHsNMGhy3I0_1Kp7Ki0zMDV2BGasL7vMsqGm2_9589uuu_SqqrZzfWdBpa4qvFlyiCc4iv6Q/s16000/Encrypted.png" /></a></div><div>We all have a good laugh at someone's embarrassing auto-correct typo (or maybe you've turned red by one of your own). But careful, concise writing that communicates exactly the intended message is critical, especially when the consequences for miscommunication are considerable. In the old days, poor communication could be blamed on bad handwriting. That's not an issue today since almost everyone types instead. But careless writing that is ambiguous, wandering, jargon-laden, or peppered with typos, is the new bad handwriting--and also just as unreadable. </div><div><br /></div>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-74563040752247510162023-04-01T08:03:00.006-07:002023-06-30T08:04:54.047-07:00You Don't Look It<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsm4wnHVoc3XI5gQVzq7FkH06jcbh1krDkuXyts62gHA4dtbWAVlRhu3nNhJI0WrkBS6gtwIUnbNeMUhDmjxqLTfiPUy8JShEeLRBt4lJIlr96PcmxBH1LSspB9qXMK6TDuIr1hRzaH76QhpT9jh4i3XAsteMUgWd08Eo4EAWCxR8JXo-r2tT7mTy2BQ/s2596/You%20don't%20look%20it.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2596" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsm4wnHVoc3XI5gQVzq7FkH06jcbh1krDkuXyts62gHA4dtbWAVlRhu3nNhJI0WrkBS6gtwIUnbNeMUhDmjxqLTfiPUy8JShEeLRBt4lJIlr96PcmxBH1LSspB9qXMK6TDuIr1hRzaH76QhpT9jh4i3XAsteMUgWd08Eo4EAWCxR8JXo-r2tT7mTy2BQ/s16000/You%20don't%20look%20it.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This guy still feels young on the inside--it's just that no one can tell. They say with age comes wisdom, so he's probably a genius by now. At the very least, as each day passes, he understands the statement, "I'm too old for this crap" on a deeper level.<p></p><p><br /></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-76750733985816146402023-03-01T09:29:00.154-08:002023-06-30T08:05:09.119-07:00Super Bad<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisflejo84Kay6wlskkUqjVn0eFobbHQsy_sBdYdoCyom2ocBtr-hKxdO0rwhxbo4V8-zuwDDiKxCSXS7Ym4BtP0zWGTZS9WNx9BiFeiCDzB1raGFMP-FsWeOojNqmKFwplExHF-ivb8ToggxfZcuf8koykjvFyTHSoh4pLu6RWsjDMub3nI6wzEgx7rw/s2596/Super%20Bad.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2596" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisflejo84Kay6wlskkUqjVn0eFobbHQsy_sBdYdoCyom2ocBtr-hKxdO0rwhxbo4V8-zuwDDiKxCSXS7Ym4BtP0zWGTZS9WNx9BiFeiCDzB1raGFMP-FsWeOojNqmKFwplExHF-ivb8ToggxfZcuf8koykjvFyTHSoh4pLu6RWsjDMub3nI6wzEgx7rw/s16000/Super%20Bad.png" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">A good coach understands that mastery of any skill requires much effort and perseverance, and that positive reinforcement encourages the desired improvement.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />But the benefits of being positive go far beyond motivating learners. Positive thinking leads to better mental and physical health, increased resilience, better coping skills, and longer life span.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Benjamin Franklin, who lived to be 84 at a time when the average life expectancy of his peers was around 35, believed in the power of positive thinking combined with hard work and diligence. "I haven't failed," he said of his repeated attempts to invent an electric light bulb. "I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work!"</div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-10297274641075109162023-02-08T10:40:00.001-08:002023-06-30T08:05:23.434-07:00Out of Business<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDi5uyhWncmy6i8-dvGX7_Gz9pFTNuG9q1oEYqXPihXMMoJBmGO6ouQ4CPeb2JxVItMu4jfTeP4RPI4hswgkDjN-NNuXxA1_OifT494bpMEY_rt2CqEP-g-2pk00hiqJcMsJlcES_hewip6lisW7iUFQP_5m-dAHNarsRLMOU32XFY4AbL1TlfCkvag/s2596/Out%20of%20Business.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2596" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcDi5uyhWncmy6i8-dvGX7_Gz9pFTNuG9q1oEYqXPihXMMoJBmGO6ouQ4CPeb2JxVItMu4jfTeP4RPI4hswgkDjN-NNuXxA1_OifT494bpMEY_rt2CqEP-g-2pk00hiqJcMsJlcES_hewip6lisW7iUFQP_5m-dAHNarsRLMOU32XFY4AbL1TlfCkvag/s16000/Out%20of%20Business.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>You can't do good work for your customers if you can't keep yourself in business. And you can't keep yourself in business unless you charge enough to make a reasonable profit. Most people understand this. <div><br /></div><div>A few though, like this guy, have yet to learn that there's nothing more expensive than cheap design professionals. </div><div><br /></div>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-49359552498956729002023-01-02T17:05:00.016-08:002023-06-30T08:05:45.848-07:00Double His Pay<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxGbqU4Pat7JP0zKLv6CzLfthuVO6jHuW8hM6SWL71RtthXh43UjJ4B8yZ18gPSI-cDgcIln7h9WYgjFST1yvdtoOvHLbb1TYmOwuDzkBYZLemOLOcQxu723lI0QUO1Idzw97KywDed8jFGRj80O3UlhFEwojFx8tL14DCupbElSRo1fY88Hwe1VpaA/s2464/Double%20his%20pay.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2464" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxGbqU4Pat7JP0zKLv6CzLfthuVO6jHuW8hM6SWL71RtthXh43UjJ4B8yZ18gPSI-cDgcIln7h9WYgjFST1yvdtoOvHLbb1TYmOwuDzkBYZLemOLOcQxu723lI0QUO1Idzw97KywDed8jFGRj80O3UlhFEwojFx8tL14DCupbElSRo1fY88Hwe1VpaA/s16000/Double%20his%20pay.png" /></a></div></div><p></p><div>This fuzzy math reminds me of the two engineers who argued over which of them was the smartest. One tells the other, "You don't know anything--I know at least twice as much as you!"</div><div><br /></div>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-83608602561277858202022-12-01T11:09:00.021-08:002023-06-30T08:05:58.337-07:00Santa and His Elves<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZkwBuY6vYrvA7l4Db7-V7Q-NXLBeA7egiX-wtm6CCWvRJ1Xh3_7HQZaiqjHuzP_eXNoJUHlQDER5YugkJP5JBUmjZFpROQthhrJvgHaGi-stSyt4KYSizKApCFwOoN71htIuMYYEgZVzNY8BmzdEO4jH-Ea10p1AJIyPiTnbx5x0qH4qx-DZQpS7qQw/s2498/Santa%20and%20His%20Elves.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2498" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZkwBuY6vYrvA7l4Db7-V7Q-NXLBeA7egiX-wtm6CCWvRJ1Xh3_7HQZaiqjHuzP_eXNoJUHlQDER5YugkJP5JBUmjZFpROQthhrJvgHaGi-stSyt4KYSizKApCFwOoN71htIuMYYEgZVzNY8BmzdEO4jH-Ea10p1AJIyPiTnbx5x0qH4qx-DZQpS7qQw/s16000/Santa%20and%20His%20Elves.png" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This Santa act said they were high class, but that was just a lie. I imagine the kids were all shook up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Merry Christmas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-4722074743807641712022-11-01T09:11:00.004-07:002023-06-30T08:06:14.484-07:00In The 70s<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaynzD5f3M5V4NolbX67eO0mUr_XlDwHMv6zIpkfvaWOik731jsfDsMmkVTVIl0qkcafZE0l0LAjTO0OGaVStDjC7PaA2IF-hoXDoKHuuoX_ynTiD2IPx0hd4z0TDX67f7EJqZ0A3yxraVbZJzD7Qv7vNQIjCyiD1uqRgrMIZTIwhWa_tC1Fs6-FlO2A/s2114/In%20The%2070s.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2114" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaynzD5f3M5V4NolbX67eO0mUr_XlDwHMv6zIpkfvaWOik731jsfDsMmkVTVIl0qkcafZE0l0LAjTO0OGaVStDjC7PaA2IF-hoXDoKHuuoX_ynTiD2IPx0hd4z0TDX67f7EJqZ0A3yxraVbZJzD7Qv7vNQIjCyiD1uqRgrMIZTIwhWa_tC1Fs6-FlO2A/s16000/In%20The%2070s.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Some people wear weather-inappropriate clothes, but this guy has taken it to a whole new level.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Reminds me of me in junior high--always out of sync with the current fashion. When bell bottoms were cool, all I had were straight leg Toughskins jeans from Sears. The next year I showed up to school with bell bottoms only to discover everyone was now wearing baggies. One summer, my mom made me a super awesome disco shirt that I couldn't wait to wear the first day of school, only to show up and find all the cool guys wearing "Disco Sucks" t-shirts. I never wore that shirt again. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFd-Yk73U_o" target="_blank">Tragedy</a>.<br /> <p></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-38125058033819001842022-10-01T18:47:00.185-07:002024-02-14T13:18:33.931-08:00Thermostat Wars<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZYmuGFeZr1pTxB6skgOWjHd9RQgKGqyV5Se1xbr_KGHlBaZV2byVbbhRNYnM6yp_p9MZ7UliLdQqh9W-X_jNAT_e617wFeecPWG0URtztw7z4FuIt6OwiWi5z0g5pIwbUYYBHLN4T3yMVo2swHepdFLlXFipviY7XrK5x4oXd7hu8CcSfeIyPPUVCA/s2578/Thermostat%20Wars.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2578" data-original-width="2008" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZYmuGFeZr1pTxB6skgOWjHd9RQgKGqyV5Se1xbr_KGHlBaZV2byVbbhRNYnM6yp_p9MZ7UliLdQqh9W-X_jNAT_e617wFeecPWG0URtztw7z4FuIt6OwiWi5z0g5pIwbUYYBHLN4T3yMVo2swHepdFLlXFipviY7XrK5x4oXd7hu8CcSfeIyPPUVCA/s16000/Thermostat%20Wars.png" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What are the chances everyone in the office can agree on the temperature? For some, it's never warm enough; others prefer near-arctic conditions. This inevitably leads to a cycle of thermostat battles with the cold-blooded cranking it up followed by the warm-bodied turning it down followed by... It's easy to see why some have resorted to installing fake thermostats that aren't connected to anything so the self-appointed "rulers of the ambient temperature" can fiddle with the useless buttons to their heart's content.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div> <p></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-74741022177330897302022-09-01T01:00:00.000-07:002024-02-14T13:18:51.035-08:00Eye Trouble<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGvNz0LIO0raYN7QKxkTxwXuHfDIEv1d5SnhgqnSdOQ6UTuCVg_5PZ-b6zjkbUZoBJBSGi71DLgrF2wrByZ3mlkNL3XewjGpPL-3Q1N39xaXBextsA5j0bi1qLd5nhg6xDLk8LUucx0Vhl0rFHZQhMn7YxdAFzAYaw-63S81-FM3n6tl6j2929KnChQ/s2006/Eye%20Trouble.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1884" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLGvNz0LIO0raYN7QKxkTxwXuHfDIEv1d5SnhgqnSdOQ6UTuCVg_5PZ-b6zjkbUZoBJBSGi71DLgrF2wrByZ3mlkNL3XewjGpPL-3Q1N39xaXBextsA5j0bi1qLd5nhg6xDLk8LUucx0Vhl0rFHZQhMn7YxdAFzAYaw-63S81-FM3n6tl6j2929KnChQ/s16000/Eye%20Trouble.png" /></a></div><br />I've been known to occasionally develop a case of severe eye trouble at the office. Symptoms are usually brought on by a beautiful fall day or a Friday before a long weekend. I'm not a doctor, but my advice is to leave the office immediately at the first sign of symptoms as this type of eye trouble is particularly contagious and can be easily spread to your co-workers.<div><br /></div><div>Soon after Wright Engineers was founded nearly 25 years ago, chronic Friday afternoon eye trouble among my staff and me "forced" us to close the office at noon on Fridays--a healthy practice we've happily kept up ever since.</div><div><br /></div>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-89681693887260166542022-08-01T11:22:00.001-07:002024-02-14T13:19:04.125-08:00Internet's Down at Home<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPd-0uI9ANBblpLq4Mk-70bSWxlloYVFRchRM_mranN8eNs3cLaCvINj-BH3z7FX1BvUYPy-GV4JBlopPZo-ugPfhAV9tDAkpKBJC22az9t5HQSCBdFqYdiH9WdLEUXGMwBf5XmVwjT1j1MtC8wCINzhUXEP_5uFi413--wK3RyJumU0iiXImdpngzYA/s1820/Dang%20Internet's%20Down.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1820" data-original-width="1784" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPd-0uI9ANBblpLq4Mk-70bSWxlloYVFRchRM_mranN8eNs3cLaCvINj-BH3z7FX1BvUYPy-GV4JBlopPZo-ugPfhAV9tDAkpKBJC22az9t5HQSCBdFqYdiH9WdLEUXGMwBf5XmVwjT1j1MtC8wCINzhUXEP_5uFi413--wK3RyJumU0iiXImdpngzYA/s16000/Dang%20Internet's%20Down.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know lots of people work from home and many of them feel they're more productive. I wonder just how productive some people really are, though. Whenever I've tried working from home I seemed to be constantly interrupted with things like, "Honey, since you're right here, can you just [insert any number of domestic tasks here]..." or, "Daddy, daddy, daddy, there's a bean stuck in my nose!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's clear this guy's been working from home for a long time.</div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-81969969254904161362022-07-01T05:30:00.001-07:002024-02-14T13:19:15.625-08:00Still on Mute<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UtiXcrzmSkYRjgynUGgq8Vpp3QRJNdRLl7ZKdZ1FFzUjBLgmqljQnZGiZWK39FZvL98j7iCNlDMCUHSjsmtC8Bw19dZhXiL8YWYHDBM7b_7qnm-miwtyLIhSWEkIICAh5MaYXUaO7KbcxawphLNyWp59hXlmB2reyk6PoFYjcAYDEMwKPohrnRNGSg/s2438/Still%20on%20Mute.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2438" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UtiXcrzmSkYRjgynUGgq8Vpp3QRJNdRLl7ZKdZ1FFzUjBLgmqljQnZGiZWK39FZvL98j7iCNlDMCUHSjsmtC8Bw19dZhXiL8YWYHDBM7b_7qnm-miwtyLIhSWEkIICAh5MaYXUaO7KbcxawphLNyWp59hXlmB2reyk6PoFYjcAYDEMwKPohrnRNGSg/s16000/Still%20on%20Mute.png" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div style="text-align: left;">"You're on mute!" --the most common phrase spoken in every online meeting. Followed by the next most common phrase: "Can you hear me now?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Wouldn't be a problem if everyone was a mime.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />(Note: No mimes were harmed in the making of this cartoon.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-62307958118341240962022-06-01T09:40:00.006-07:002024-02-14T13:19:28.148-08:00Last Words<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-h7RAvbEMdpcyCBw-D7Vs9aQfwKGvJ1bqJHXSk__29tVSm93DqjyXta7e5ZzGDWJwSgXtorY95RtzyoY_MNzqff-AzvSml9axFmGwh8ehcor8WG44Qylbc5XUqk6433PnH3cwXCi3ekQXLJQf7asqbSHX-XL9RB5ogz-Xft6j_l_idAn7R8FcvIqdA/s2596/Last%20Words.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2596" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-h7RAvbEMdpcyCBw-D7Vs9aQfwKGvJ1bqJHXSk__29tVSm93DqjyXta7e5ZzGDWJwSgXtorY95RtzyoY_MNzqff-AzvSml9axFmGwh8ehcor8WG44Qylbc5XUqk6433PnH3cwXCi3ekQXLJQf7asqbSHX-XL9RB5ogz-Xft6j_l_idAn7R8FcvIqdA/s16000/Last%20Words.png" /></a></div><p>This cartoon may be a little morbidly funny, but jobsite safety is no laughing matter. </p><div style="text-align: left;">And guessing about what "should hold it" is risky. In my younger construction worker days, I knew an older worker who swore that 3" grabber screws could support anything. "They'll hold the world!" he'd say. That seemed reasonable to me then.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As structural engineers, lives depend on our making certain everything we design will definitely "hold it," and we take that responsibility very seriously.</div><p></p><p><br /></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-21160273336316442482022-05-01T10:15:00.001-07:002024-02-14T13:19:39.534-08:00SUPPLY CHAIN<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvjyS2A2e_pLcDiVAN6r7_x7VRjHkoNmxs4aYIrRy2UErkd7RNgk9Xs8K1vs9GzZbfObVDNpjsoylgYRXcz23oiV6M5eB3IHUd8OEhOCXudKzgYS7ppMOS7_vVym093ZAFWc1BPB-__aEfeJW5maNSxzTF9hUzZlZa-KLvArWvn_qsw9Ouc7xB8xxIQ/s2276/Supply%20Chain.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2276" data-original-width="1922" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvjyS2A2e_pLcDiVAN6r7_x7VRjHkoNmxs4aYIrRy2UErkd7RNgk9Xs8K1vs9GzZbfObVDNpjsoylgYRXcz23oiV6M5eB3IHUd8OEhOCXudKzgYS7ppMOS7_vVym093ZAFWc1BPB-__aEfeJW5maNSxzTF9hUzZlZa-KLvArWvn_qsw9Ouc7xB8xxIQ/s16000/Supply%20Chain.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Feels like the supply chain is taking a lot of blame these days, and why not? It's kinda nice to have something to blame for just about everything.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Can't get computer chips? Supply chain. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Costs going through the roof? Supply chain.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Too hot outside? Supply chain.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Reminds me of the story of the new superintendent. On his first day at the jobsite, the outgoing superintendent handed him two letters as he was leaving the trailer and said, "If this project begins to go south, open the first letter. If that doesn't fix the problem, open the second letter." After a while, things were going badly for the new super so he opened the first letter. Inside it read, "Blame your predecessor." He did that, and things seemed to improve for a while. But eventually the problems became even worse than before so he opened the second letter. It read, "Prepare two letters..."</div><p></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-58805967222922640952022-04-01T09:50:00.002-07:002024-02-14T13:19:50.346-08:00Dumb Question<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAFshw610Kj9P5I1Qsh4WokY8alm4T_w1TQdUeXFbOsHvJ78xmygeW74H75fsMB2Zlg8CF4ObRQqmOyS55BAjT6U8EPFqWzGvB1ozNOqeIo9KFikMoNtgk6Soj5wU4qc7sU70LAzz-vpVAuLNZknJ71w-C4Cfp-9TObWbjb8zlSJet6U6eLCSh7unwPg/s2078/Dumb%20Question.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2078" data-original-width="1958" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAFshw610Kj9P5I1Qsh4WokY8alm4T_w1TQdUeXFbOsHvJ78xmygeW74H75fsMB2Zlg8CF4ObRQqmOyS55BAjT6U8EPFqWzGvB1ozNOqeIo9KFikMoNtgk6Soj5wU4qc7sU70LAzz-vpVAuLNZknJ71w-C4Cfp-9TObWbjb8zlSJet6U6eLCSh7unwPg/s16000/Dumb%20Question.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maybe there really is no such thing as a dumb question, but sometimes I wonder.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I know, I know--the only dumb question is the one you don't ask. And if you don't ask, how will you ever know? But some questions may be better left un-asked. After all, as the proverb says, "Even a fool, when he holds his peace, is counted wise." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And as my dad used to tell me, "Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wisdom.</div><br /> <p></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659484644504852065.post-73051545377024968492022-03-01T16:08:00.000-08:002024-02-14T13:20:00.102-08:00Corrections Officer<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOGHHa5YsZHo33q8_4qibGAiYBTK43pGs7GN4gERMco2ulUIZWEN1CR8_vLftFB1NkB9ZG_ayqMf6f1BBQwhpx9zXrDI7UfJ5B7RXvPfBOSjAldLDBDfNwHaUJx6L9haG6kIUWD7342X5QUtAlF3u60qmejuC7EawWQE42FumMiCoHnaTdi0jpyOEaLg=s2596" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2596" data-original-width="2006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOGHHa5YsZHo33q8_4qibGAiYBTK43pGs7GN4gERMco2ulUIZWEN1CR8_vLftFB1NkB9ZG_ayqMf6f1BBQwhpx9zXrDI7UfJ5B7RXvPfBOSjAldLDBDfNwHaUJx6L9haG6kIUWD7342X5QUtAlF3u60qmejuC7EawWQE42FumMiCoHnaTdi0jpyOEaLg=s16000" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Some people swear that the hardest part of a construction project is getting the building permit. Maybe it's because of guys like Bob?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All joking aside, it's been my experience over a long engineering career that most plans examiners are sharp, honest, hard-working folks who are just doing their best in a very important, often thankless job. Here's to them.</div><p></p>the RBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12573402303345139958noreply@blogger.com