Isaac Sinnett

So I have decided that a car has two purposes.  The obvious purpose is to transport yourself and others or stuff from one point to another.  No one can disagree with the usefulness of a car from this viewpoint.  However, from time to time, the other not-so-talked-about purpose of a vehicle is to be a money pit.  I know that the Sinnett Limousine – aka Bob – is going to be a little offended by that comment, but the truthfulness that lies behind it cannot be ignored.  I took Bob in for some upkeep and knew that he was going to cost me a few pennies, but damn!  Who would have ever guessed that taking in the Limousine would’ve jump started the sinking economy all by itself.  Bob is not a little fledgling anymore.  The years and the miles have creeped up on me and on poor Bob.  Minus a few instances of slight road rage, Bob has been treated with the utmost care.  If I say something mean, I’m sure to follow it up with a compliment and make sure that he knows I’m here for him.  He just has to be there for me.  We don’t always see eye-to-eye, but at the end of the day, everyone is happy and resting safe and secure.

So I found a place on yelp that I determined would be good enough to leave the Limousine in the care of.  24 reviews and all of them were 5 stars!  I had never seen the likes of this for any place, let alone for a mechanic.  It’s hard to find a decent mechanic in Chicago, but one that would ace the yelp test?  That feat seemed impossible til a few days ago.  So to Norms we went.  I left the Limousine there and headed off to work.  It was a bit of a stressful day knowing that I was about to drop a hefty sum on Bob. I told him before I left him at Norm’s that I would appreciate it if the amount could be reasonable.  Well, depending on your definition of reasonable, I could see this being somewhat reasonable.  For all of the work that was done, I think I received a fair price.  Once, I had paid Norm I got into the car and had a long talk with Bob.  I informed him that he had cost me way too much money and that if he were to do that again, our long history together would have to come to an end.  I spent all this money on Bob and he still only does one thing other than cost me money.  He gets me from one point to another, which is why the vicious cycle will continue on. Thanks a lot Sinnett Limousine, aka Bob!…

Yesterday after I work, I went home ate some supper, gathered my dirty laundry and headed off for a peaceful weekend in Michigan. I love living in the city but there is definitely something about being able to get out and enjoy the solemness of country life. I was never really able to enjoy that as much before I had lived in such a metropolitan area. For me, the option of both is what makes living in one so exciting. It gives me the opportunity to have anything and everything I could need at my fingertips. But the options give me the opportunity to press the pause button, get away from the whole motion filled world, relax and recharge.

A lot of reading was finished this weekend.  I finally polished off The Google Story.  Which is essentially a biography on Google, it’s founders, inception and path to search/technological giant.  It’s a very interesting fast read (though I took an extraordinarily long hiatus in the middle of reading it).  If you are interested on the company at all then you should give it a shot.  A nice overview.  Then you can go and dig more in depth on a particular issue if you want.  I’m in the middle of a few other books at the moment.  Will let you in on those when I have finished.  Don’t want any outside opinions influencing my reading until I’m finished.  Once I have finished reading and talk about it, I welcome any and all thoughts and opinions.

So maybe I was a little to hard on the “stupid” people last time. I won’t go back and edit the blog now, but let’s just say that “clueless people are annoying”.

Now, let’s move on. Yesterday morning I realized something. I don’t know if it’s good or bad, but it is what it is. I have 40-45 more years of waking up every morning and going to work. That seems a bit daunting when you think about it like that. Instead I decided to break it down into more manageable chunks and say, that if you like what you do, does it really matter? That would make for a two part answer: Yes, it does really matter if you don’t like what you do and you don’t enjoy it. Then nearly all of those mornings will be miserable, and NO, it doesn’t matter if you like what you do, cause then it will be fun to wake up and go to work for the next half century.