No Rehab For Stupid

I was watching one of the late night talk shows when Chris Rock was a guest.  The discussion centered around celebrities doing awful things and claiming they either had a drug, alcohol or sex addiction.  Once they went to rehab all was forgiven like nothing ever happened.   Rock commented that since he didn't drink, smoke dope or any other harmful diversion, he was in trouble.  Because, he said, "There ain't no rehab for 'Stupid'".





My corollary for that would be, "Ignorance and incompetence ain't against the law"!  So, why do some local institutions continue to hang on to obviously poor performing employees. 

Are they the  ignorant ones?




A good employer owes it to his good people to deal with ineffective, poor performers and not wait for them to be convicted of a crime. 


The efficient should not be punished by the recalcitrant few.

Dress Code

The best thing about retirement is the dress code.  I have always been at my highest comfort level in a pair of Wranglers and boots.  Today I have subsituted New Balance running shoes for the more manly footwear, but the jeans and occasional bib overalls are my staple attire.

Since retiring, I have been to several weddings and funerals. Jeans and an occasional sport coat suit me just fine.  I think the secret to adhering to the "Retirement Dress Code" is being comfortable in your own skin.  I really don't care what others think. As long as my apparel is clean, what difference does it make. 

However, there has been one situation that I broke the code.  It was under extreme pressure that I folded.  My daughter had received a prestigious teacher's award and I was invited  (and expected) to attend.  Jeans were NOT an option.  Attending was!  I didn't even own a suit.  Being "cheap" I didn't want to spend money on something I would wear only once.  Twice, if you count my funeral. 

After finally accepting that it was my daughter's feelings that were at stake, not mine, I bought a new suit.  I tried the Goodwill store, but they had nothing in my size. I even got some black socks and some "pimp-looking" shoes to go with it.  I even got a hair cut.

I was a great night, but, my feet hurt the entire time.