Hello

Hello, my lonely blog.

There is so much that transpired for us since March 2010.

It passed, like everyone's life, in leaden minutes that add up to mercurial years.

Rock Star

There is a discussion going on in LinkedIn regarding the "latest" trend in private service hiring practices of using Credit Reports as one measure of a potential employee. I thought I would weigh in.

As a recent convert to "Private Service", I can assure you that the practice of checking credit reports, not just credit scores, has been a criteria for employment in the corporate world for well over a decade. I do not believe anyone is suggesting that a credit report should be the lone measure of a person's moral and ethical compass. It is one more tool for the proper vetting of a potential hire. The exceptionally devious will slip through; not to be too glib, that is why they are exceptional.

The irony here is, Private Service staff take a full background check as an acceptable cost for gaining employment. Most employees in the corporate world would never tolerate a potential employer doing a back ground check on a them (though that seems to be a trend moving from here to there.) A background check is what is normally considered a gross breach of privacy.

Title by: FreeCreditReportBand

Hit the Road Jack

Hello, my friends, it has been a long time. Several of you have asked me to start posting again. Unfortunately, today's post will be a sad one.
I have always considered myself blessed because I have 2 best friends, Charles Sheperd and Eric Steingraeber. I have only once had to pick one ahead of the other and that was for Best Man at my wedding, Eric. I wished I could have named them both. Charles made up for it by introducing himself as the lover I left to marry ma chere.
To be sure, our relationship never went THAT far. But I can assure you, I loved him deeply. Chuck and I met at UW-Milwaukee. We were both in our first freshman year. Since we lived relatively close to each other, Chuck would give me rides to and from school. We would race down Capital Drive in the far right lane or later, for reasoning only Chuck could comprehend, through rush hour traffic downtown. "The traffic is better on the expressway," he would reason." It only comes at you from ahead and behind."
Those years would include early morning racquetball sessions and late nights on North Ave, Water Street and the 3rd Ward. Six foot five is very easy to find in a bar. "Never leave your wingman." Though, he made a great target on the racquetball court. Oi, the welts on his back and legs. Not to worry, he knew how to serve them back as well.
We were two more 2nd Floor Lounge rats majoring in Time Mismanagement and Space Occupation.
"It is better to be pissed off than pissed on...just ask Chuck."
The Road Runner Biff party.
11 PM Chicago road trips from RCs.
10 PM Burrito runs to Madison.
"Gurgles and Slash" at Summerfest. Sting, Bruce Hornsby, Indigo Girls, Kenny Loggins, Muddy Waters, Beach Boys, Pat McCurdy "Sex & Beer", Comedy Sportz.
Dancing at Park Avenue.
Smurfs at Arts.
Rumpleminz...well anywhere.
"Kindly remove the dart from my thigh."
Wild Turkey Night - 5 bars, 22 years, countless bottles of Wild Turkey and the best friends time can manage.
Chuck helped me get my driver's license. We sped from UW to the old Fond du Lac Driver's Center in 15 minutes laughing the whole time at the great irony. That same car went airborne over the tracks in Waukesha with Chuck at the wheel and me hanging on for dear life.
The Tercel, "starts with 'T', ends in 'LOVE'."
It was that car that started the challenge of the Bolero. Chuck wanted to prove that we could make it from UW to his house in one playing of the Bolero, 15 minutes and 40 seconds. He eventually pulled it off. We later insisted that one can get anywhere in Milwaukee in one Bolero. Try it!
Chuck was with me when ma chere and I started "going out".
I was with Chuck the day his mother died.
Chuck was with me on my wedding day.
Chuck and his father opened their home to me so I could finish college while ma chere and T1 remained with her parents. Their graciousness allowed me to get my degree and keep an impossible UPS work schedule.
I was with Chuck the day he met his beautiful wife. We both had a good feeling about her. I am so glad for their blessed union. I was honored to be in their wedding party.
God gave me the privilege of having Chuck in my life. My life is so much richer because of him. Charles died today, on Father's Day. He was playing with his precious daughters when he passed out from a blood clot in his lungs. He never fully recovered.
Rest in peace, Chuck, you will be missed.

Hammer and a Nail

It is back to Chaos Wednesdays this week. There are eight different
crews doing everything from carpentry and painting to masonry and
landscaping.

I only seem to have to remember my New Testament names to call any of
these guys, Peter, Paul, James, 2 no 3 Joes. Heck, there is even a
Chris for good measure.

Title by: The Indigo Girls
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Cum On Feel the Noize

It is that time of the year, again. SPRING BLITZ!!

It is one of just a few times a year when the Ps are out way long enough for us to do some serious damage (read: Deep Cleaning). This year we are celebrating variations on the theme of Painting. The exterior of the Hamptons house is getting a pressure wash and the trim painted. The interior of the house and the New York City apartment are getting touched up, too.

The landscapers are cleaning out yard, edging and primping the property, despite the small snow piles that are stubbornly not going away. And, the pool company is making repairs to the tile, coping and filtration system

For those keeping count, that's 3 painting crews of 4-6 guys, 4 landscapers, 2 masons and my maintenance guy. I feel like I am on the wrong side of the walls at Helm's Deep.

Next week should be a bit quieter. It will take the "Charge of the House Brigade" to put everything back in its place.

Now, if I could just get the leaf blowers and power washer to hum in opposing frequencies. Where are those earplugs?

Title by: Quiet Riot

Give Me a Little More Time

I am knocking around the idea of writing a book. I know that I am not much of a writer; frankly, I am an unranked amateur. However, I look around the industry and all I see are a lot of housekeeping books. Housekeeping is only one of many components that make up the job of House Manager. There are also administrative, kitchen and maintenance duties to name just a few.
The thing is, once you get an understanding of the processes involved, there are many many ways to tackle the job, just like there are dozens of books that will "teach" you how to use Microsoft Word or "Make a Million on Ebay".
I now face a dilemma. Do I publish my ideas here first or do I stop writing here for a bit in order to get my ideas submitted? And, of course, my mind races with the "what-if" scenarios, like "what if" I forget to properly cite my resources?
In the meantime, things on the blog will be on the light side.

Title by: The Chairmen of the Board

Spare Me The Details

You do not need all this training and experience to be a good HM. There is a definite advantage to being trained in some field that requires organizational skills. The ability to think "on your feet" and prioritize tasks and issues is invaluable.
The idea is to break the "environment" down into smaller manageable pieces. At a macro level, the environment is all the places, people and things that are under the aegis of the principal(s). In other words, all the properties, staff, guests, pets, vehicles, etc. that the principals call their own. At some point, you will have to know the details of all these things; each seeming detail revealing that more information can be gathered.

Title by: The Offspring