My boss is a remarkable man. Truly. I believe he can do anything he sets his mind to. I’m not wanting to embarrass my boss but, really, I admire the man. Like in real life…and I’ve known him for 15 years. I’m not up for a review or anything.
At Christmas he installed a new car stereo in his wife’s car. This included removing the wiring harness and soldering a new one on because an adapter wouldn’t fit in the dash. He also replaced a broken powered, heated mirror. The replacement he ordered from a junkyard didn’t match the color so he disassembled both the new and old and made it all work like new.
Because that’s what he does. He makes stuff work.
I don’t know how to describe him. He’s my boss. He’s a programmer. He’s a carpenter who went to help rebuild after Katrina. In his younger years he could walk up stairs on his hands. Father. Husband. Cool dude. You got the picture? Good. I’ll get to the point.
I drove somewhere with him recently in his car. On the way to the car we walked on a salted sidewalk and I noticed I was leaving salt footprints on the floor mats in his immaculate car.
His IMMACULATE car.
“How do you keep your car so clean?”, I exclaimed more than asked.
He replied, “Well, I just clean it when I get a minute.”
Just like that.
I think everything he does works that way. He just gets it done.
He just gets it done.
He also reads, plays guitar and keeps up to date on tech. He balances life at home and excels at his job. And he keeps his car squeaky clean.
He just goes out there and does it.
Why aren’t my dishes done right now as I type? Because I haven’t gone to do them.
Why are my fences in the condition they are in? Because I haven’t gone to do it.
Rotted beams in the barn collapsed under the weight of hay. Haven’t done it.
Why are the thousand other things incomplete?
I just need to go do it.
I sound like a 90’s shoe commercial.
Let’s just get some stuff done today.