Fact: The Assistant to the Regional Manager Doll is Here

You can preorder a Dwight K. Schrute Bobblehead doll from the NBC.com shop. There is a God.

The lawn

Yesterday was the first lawn mowing of the season. It’s been LP’s job for the last two years. Instead of boring old, neat, straight-line mowing, my inventive son mows in circles, on angles, leaves big clumps here and there, and doesn’t do a very good job at trimming where the mower won’t go. But at least it’s mown. There are other things to worry about.

Calendars

I may be one of the few people left who uses a paper calendar and not my Outlook calendar. I write down my appointments, doctor’s appointments, LP’s trips to his orthodontists, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. I don’t like Outlook. I don’t trust Outlook. My non-Outlook savvy boss accidentally sent me 53 outlook appointments when he was attempting to change meeting times from Eastern to Daylight Savings a few weeks back. They just kept coming and coming, so I emailed him with a “JUST STOP IT!!!”

Anyway, there are pithy quotations in my spiral bound desk calendar.

“Nothing was ever achieved without enthusiasm.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson

On paper this sounds inspirational. But think about it. It’s really bullshit. People achieve things all day long and aren’t necessarily enthused about doing so.

“Any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right, or doing it better.”—John Updike

Again, this is bullshit. Certain activities and jobs are drudge no matter what. How can the job of ditch-digging become creative even though the digger wants to do it right? It reminds me of the Sandra Bullock character in While You Were Sleeping. Towards the end of the movie she’s lamenting her job as a subway token taker. “I sit here, day after day, in this box—like a veal" haha.

And, no, this post has no point.