mastercraftsman

My dog Holly is pretty smart. I thought I had taught her everything, including how to go get me a beer, until a friend pointed out his dog could roll over and mine couldn't. Well, that took all of ten minutes to teach her (with the help of the beloved frisbee). She's my big baby. Anyway when I got home late today she gave me this look like follow me so I did. So I'm shuffling through mail walking through the yard and notice my old stainless steel thermos. I was kinda baffled. Last year I left it sitting on a stump where I was chopping firewood, and the next day it was gone and tracks in the snow led to the subdivision behind me. I thought some kids got it and I'd never see it again. Obviously someone left it standing there, but I couldn't figure out how Holly knew it would be back there. Bonus.
Anyway I've assumed the position. Half lotus, Red Hook by my side, here at my desk. It was a good day. My conversations with inanimate wood were wonderful. Most of the craftsmen who work under me are twenty years my senior. Most are jealous they can't hear the voices in my head. Curse of the insane I suppose. Robotics are only so good at recreating what you can already do yourself, the old fashioned way. I bridge the gap between the old and new worlds, and thoroughly enjoy it.
My boss and I had been in arguments all week about how much people are getting paid(Grinch), and it was getting old until he handed me a statement showing the profit sharing that was contributed last quarter to my 401k(part of my negotiation when I returned after quittting). Holy smokes. He actually smiled. Bitch all you want dude. We still need talent, as demand far exceeds what I can build though.
So yeah I get sawdust in my nose, but it smells sweet compared to some of the bullshit I've had to smell elsewhere. You suffer, it all comes around full circle in time....