Dysfunction is relative, and probably one of my relatives: Part III, Expense reporting a postage stamp

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(If you’re just coming by for the first time, please be sure to check out Part I and Part II!  Ya know what, screw that!  Check out the whole damn blog!)

If you ever want to know where to get the cheapest possible deal on pretty much anything, let me set you up with my father.  If you can find it cheap on eBay, he can find it cheaper some-freakin-where.  You will notice that I said cheapest possible deal, not best possible deal.  For all the engineering type brains he did get, he is tremendously short-sighted when it comes to purchasing things.  Basically what that means is that rather than pay $100 for something that will last him a year, he’ll instead pay $10 for a cheaper version that will only last a month.  He sees $10 vs $100 rather than $100 per year vs $120 per year.  That is only the beginning. Read the rest . . .

Dysfunction is relative, and probably one of my relatives: Part II Engineering Stupid

  

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I mentioned in yesterday’s post that my father is an electrical engineer.  This makes him very, very smart.  When it comes to electrical engineering.  He is retired from IBM and did all kinds of really important electrical engineering stuff while he was there.  He can make electronical stuff work as long as it is a power supply because that is what he built.  He made good money doing power supply electrical engineering electronical stuff.

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Dysfunction is relative, and probably one of my relatives: Part I

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I spent some time with my father this afternoon.  I have not intentionally killed anyone since.  (Note the word “intentionally”)  Given that I carry the genetic code that he gave me 42 years ago, it is these times that I sit and think about my interaction with other people and hope, for all that is good and Holy, that I have improved on the code.  I’m hoping for the best with the whole “Nature vs Nurture” thing since I was born and raised in the good old US of A, because my father was born in Nuremberg, Germany (also spelled Nürnberg) in 1940.  If any of you history buffs out there are paying attention, you already figured out that this was probably not the ideal child rearing environment what with all those Nazi’s moving in and lowering the property value. Read the rest . . .