Reflections of a Freaking Genius

Last week I started cleaning up my Facebook page.   No, it wasn’t one of those, "if I haven't talked to you in the last few months on here I'm deleting you from my 'friend list'" things.   It's not as if Facebook is the be all/end all criteria of friendship.   Some of the people on my list I've known since kindergarten.   Some I've never met.   Some I haven't seen since high school graduation or before, and   there are those on my list whose path I may never cross.   That's ok.   It's probably called a 'friends' list because 'some people I love, some people I tolerate, some people I've never met, and some people I've unfollowed because they always post stupid crap' list takes too much space. I've been spending some time 'unfollowing' a butt-ton of political pages I was following on my personal Facebook page.   Yes, I'll still be sharing my "Stitt for Governor" material because I lo

For quite a few years now, our company has been sending the sales personnel who perform well on a well deserved trip to some typically exotic location somewhere in North America.  The company pays all expenses, showing great appreciation for the hard work and dedication of these professionals.  After all, the company's income is dependent upon their successes in the field. Not too long after I started with this relatively young company, one of my coworkers and I (troublemakers that we are) had some thoughts about that coveted trip.  While we acknowledged that the sales staff deserved to be rewarded for their hard work beyond their fairly healthy commissions, but we recognized that without the dedicated and hard working support staff doing what we do, those deals would never be closed.  We knew the hours and commitment we put in to help them be successful, only to see their celebrations on their social media posts from some luxury resort in Mexico.  Why not have a drawing or some