When did the "Me" become more important than the "We?" How did the trust unravel right before our eyes? What happened to a company that was so right, so perfect in its beginnings? What happened to the "We?"
A promise that was made just a few months past - no layoffs. It was said that the company would ride out the economic turmoil. It was a slap in the face, a cold shoulder turned...I was abandoned. Lies, deceit, mistrust, and dishonesty have scorned the company. So absolute, so admittantly sincere in its beginnings, corruption now has its stronghold. Now it's nothing but sorry excuses, mistrust, and dishonesty. Discouraging and absolutely devastating.
The "We," the company "team," will continue to flounder, flailing to keep their heads above water. Employees are drowning under your own weight. And, now, now the "team" is derailing. Uncertainty and fear have led them into a state of panic. They are on pins-and-needles. Sadly, because of this decision to let go several employees that helped build your company.
Fascinated not by the "We," but now the "Me." The "Me"...this pronoun is caught up in capitalistic nonsense. When the stuff/the insignificant material of this world are more important than humanity. It's greed. Exorbitant salaries, unnecessary company expenditures for pleasure, and unaltered Christmas bonuses are continuing. These items should have been cut, not human capital. Unto this, the rich will continue to get richer, and the poor, well, poorer. The lust for wealth is entirely delusional. And, again it must be asked, what happened to the "We?"
The first Lincoln snowfall of approximately 2 inches did not stop the Fisher 29'er from exploring the city. In fact, the big wheels were enjoying the slick bike paths and streets. I rode to the gym...only about 4 miles, but enough time to spin out a few times, jump over a few small snow piles, and take in the cold winter air. Surprisingly, I counted three other bike wheel tracks on 
one trail, and another five tracks on the Salt Creek trail. By the way, this trail is covered with poop. Yes indeed, Lincoln geese have graced us with their presence by offering up gifts in the form of excretion. The flock had sprayed the trail, and I managed to kick up the poop onto my clothes. I couldn't for the life of me figure out where it was coming from at first. Then I noticed the smudge on my sock. Damn geese. Due to poop residue on the downtube of the frame, the 29'er needed a quick bath after this smelly encounter.
The crew that I have rode with on Ragbrai for the last two years are referred to as the Skanks. There's quite a lengthy story that goes along with team name. More importantly, though, is that the name stirs up conversation. We are very fond of the name, and we'll be proudly bearing the licenses on our bikes for Ragbrais to come.
My sweet, cute, intelligent girlfriend--here we are at one of the many weddings that we've attended together (normally, she's a bridesmaid and I hang out with her family). All right, so here's the scoop (Sarah likes this word) on how we met. A mutual friend, who I happened to date at one time, set us up. She thought there was no way that we'd get along and that we had almost nothing in common. As they say, opposites attract. And, as we talked, or as I listened to Sarah talk, I learned that we have lots in common. Suitably, our first date was a bike ride (at a very casual, chatting pace (Sarah only rides at this pace). I guess you could say, from there it's history. We've been dating now for 2+ years and honestly, she's the best. I couldn't be happier.
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