The CEO has been a busy, busy man lately, what with taking care of the new baby, the CFO, and still making enough time to play with the Jr. VP. And oh yeah, my actual employer expects a thing or two as well and missing several days of work last week didn’t help much.
I’ll have some pictures from the beach trip soon and perhaps even an account of the Jr. VP vs. the Pacific Ocean Battle Royale that I was fortunate enough to witness. For now though, just this important warning:
I drove to the beach on Thursday, which is much, much nicer than driving there on the weekend. There was almost no one on Highway 6 and the CEO had the red Suby up to cruising speed (about 82 or so). At some point on the curvy, one-lane road a thought occurred to me: “I am going kinda fast. I better put on my seatbelt.” Mind you, up until that point I hadn’t actually felt like I was in danger in any way shape or form, nor had I had any sort of driving mishap or even the threat of one. As I reached for my seatbelt I took a hand off the wheel and my eyes off the road for a brief second. That’s when I drifted to the right a little bit. To my right was a cliff. With a river at the bottom. And lots of hurty looking rocks in that river. I sensed that something was amiss and glanced up from my seatbelt maneuver. CEO’s brain: Oh Fiddlesticks!* I’m dead! Close, but as it turns out I wasn’t. I was able to get the Suby to change course in time to avoid a plunge into the Wilson river, but only barely. Remember: seatbelts kill. I’m going to cut them out of the Suby at the first opportunity. I urge you to do the same in any vehicle you own.
* The CEO may not have actually thought Fiddlesticks.
