Yes, I’m alive. No, I haven’t been hiding in a cave. However, if my work life continues as it has been, I intend to look for a nice, quiet cave. Just in case anyone out there wondered, accreditation is not for me. Never has been, never will be. Not long ago, a trusted colleague told me that it is in my “skill set.” I thought (but did not say) “yes, and so is tearing out and eating my own toenails, but you won’t catch me doing it.” This too shall pass. Meanwhile, I will try to do better about checking in. Ares isn’t a blog-hog; he’s just the only one that’s been dutiful about posting.
Later, dudes.
Athena
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1 comment:
Hello my friend! Good to know you have avoided the cave. I distrust the term "skill set". Goes along with "Mission Statement." I need a simple job, like get the van, go to kids house, get kid in van, drive to school, let kid out of van at the school. This is straightforward. No mission statement on the letterhead. No letterhead as a matter of fact.
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