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Now OSHA’s involved…

I’m sure you can’t wait to hear the moving update, but after everything that happened this week, we might be in Nevada for a bit longer, which has nothing to do with OSHA.  But before I explain the OSHA portion, I should give you the update for B.  B was originally hired early November for ‘sales’ at a local (Wannabe) LED light company.  I say they are Wannabes because they somehow believe that they are one of the big-boys within their industry, like Philips or GE.  On their embellished business cards, they publish factual information about factories with whom they do other business because the Wannabes do not have anything close to a factory as they are existing only out of a 1000 square foot commercial business office with no operating technical equipment.  Interesting, isn’t that?  The owners have made it plainly evident that although they’re in America, they think they can treat their few employees like slaves yelling at and hovering over them as they run the small business like one of their home-country’s sweat-shops.

The facility is not even operating at a practical level because they are so cheap.  The wife explains it’s too expensive to run heat so the facility is always frigid which causes the employees to have to bundle-up and they also can’t turn-on lights because it’s also too expensive.  Do you know how challenging it is to wear gloves and use a keyboard or use a computer without light?   My husband told them he needs light and the wife provided a night-light for him to use the computer.  Yes, seriously.  B’s been grateful for the income, but this place is completely dysfunctional.  He also said that the husband looks the other way from his wife’s unethical treatment of employees because he’s focused on the technical side of their business and doesn’t want to deal with humans, although he did yell at his wife a few weeks ago (in their native language).  B said when they left the office a bit later he asked the intern what they were yelling about, to which the intern said that the husband told his wife, “Quit making everything so difficult for our employees!”

Male Black Widow

Male Black Widow

Let me introduce you to the black widow spider.  These not-so-little mature arachnids with bodies about the size of an average-grape are clearly well-fed and all over the office/storage areas where my husband works.  The wife’s critical thinking is severely lacking as her solution to get rid of these venomous spiders is to spray a bug-killer in the air, like when you spray an air-freshener (not directly on the spiders) will somehow eliminate the black widow problematic population for good.  I became very concerned obviously because from what B has told me, there are a surplus of harmless males running around spooking everyone, but logic says that where there are males, look a little higher in the building’s corners and there you will realize there are also lots of deadly females.

Deadly Female Black Widow

Female Black Widow

The Wannabes hired my husband and another individual for ‘sales,’ but they are essentially gophers.  This is the part where I finally explain OSHA’s involvement.   I’m not a fan of big government, but thank goodness that someone has determined that businesses must maintain a minimum level of standards for business operations and treatment of employees.  OSHA (Occupational Safety and Health Administration) says that employers must provide reasonable levels of safety and operating standards.  Black widows are problematic for OSHA.  Operating a cold office facility is problematic for OSHA and expecting employees to operate in the dark is also problematic for OSHA.  B filed a complaint on the website and explained in detail what ‘s going on.  A few days later, OSHA officials showed-up without warning at the Wannabes office.  OSHA asked for copies of licenses and permits and B said they must have taken hundreds of pictures of all the nonsense.  OSHA is returning next week to interview all employees.  The intern is leaving next weekend to visit his home-country and my husband’s last day will also be next week because God answered another prayer for another job for B and then OSHA is also visiting next week.  The owners may be shut-down next week also which was never the goal.  We’re all for small businesses as we’ve been both an employee and owners of a small business, but there are rules.  While the Wannabes were being so smug, they clearly needed to be reeled-in to be told to stop by officials to cease operating without humane standards.

Have you had a similar experience in a job?  Share your story.  What was your experience with a small businesses?  Do you think small businesses should be given a pass because they are small?

~Jenn

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Close, but moving day is not upon us…

I mentioned previously that we’ll likely place our house on the market in February.  I tend to take a few great many things for granted and it finally dawned on me that February is less than 30 days away.  I know, I know – how obtuse am I, right?   And have I got a lot to do.  A year ago I had it my mind that we were moving long before the end of 2014, but we’re still here and so are the boxes of items we wouldn’t need for the remaining amount of time here.  That’s really put things into perspective because I packed-up things we wouldn’t immediately need for a few months, but it turns out that a few months turned into a year, which means we probably didn’t need those items at all.  It’s embarrassing because with  each move, we’ve mentioned how much we need to scale-down and yet, we’ve failed to do this as we’ve collected more with each new home and each move.

Times four…

Good grief. It’s only a tad over-whelming, but eliminating stuff so we can move with only the necessary can and must be done.  Seven is my favorite number and the move back to Washington will move number seven.  Hmm, but then I’m not superstitious, so that doesn’t matter.  Yes, that picture encompasses roughly a quarter of just the boxes, which doesn’t include the odds and ends items that cannot properly fit into a nice (not so little) box.  Nearly two decades of marriage and we’ve accumulated some stuff an excessive amount of crap.  In addition to scaling-down and repacking our possessions, I also have to work-on cleaning grout, light-fixtures and curtains, touching-up the paint on walls, touching-up the areas requiring replacement caulk in the bathrooms and finally renting a carpet cleaner.  Whew!

My husband is overwhelmed with everything, but for me, this is nothing.  We’d agreed on it beforehand, but his move here in 2011 left me with the remainder of a 2400 square foot home to pack.  When he moved here first, he rented a small truck to bring his wardrobe, our guest-bedroom set and his office set to hold him over until I’d packed the remaining items and finalized selling our Washington home, at which point I was to move to Nevada.  I’d  been successfully packing and had probably 92% of the remaining stuff ready for the move.  Impressive isn’t it?  However, I called my husband in a panic and said there was no way I’d be ready by the coming Saturday.  He said, “Oh no – I’ve missed you too much and I’ve been looking forward to you getting here this weekend.”  And I did move the weekend we had planned because from Nevada, my husband organized a group of family and friends to help me pack the remaining items and several even returned to help me pack the moving truck a couple of days later.

’11 move day

And here I am in Nevada preparing to move back and even with lots to do, I am calm.  I think the difference this time around is that my husband is here.  Although he has a job and is working full-time, I still have him here physically to support me and offer help when he has the opportunity, instead of offering verbal support every few days from a few states away.  His presence makes a big difference and I’m relieved this move will be together.  Dear Lord, Thank you for my husband and thank you that he’s here to help prepare us for moving and please help me to cherish him and never take him for granted.  Amen

I love husband.

~Jenn

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Football is not a mathematical equation

Since August and having had my very own fantasy football team this year, I’ve been committed to learning football (finally) for the 2014-2015 season, although I’m confident that it will take more than a single season to get me to where I’m not consistently interrupting a game to ask questions about why this or that is or is not a penalty.  My husband will attest to the fact that for nearly two decades, I’ve been unimpressed by the sport and thought little of bothering to learn.  I knew a few basics, but because of my left-brainness those basics never computed to my sense of logic, so understandably, I disregarded the whole idea of adding any football knowledge to the mix.  For starters, in football, there is a quarterback, a halfback and a fullback.  But there is no three-quarters back position.  I would like to understand why there is this position deficit.  Then, there is the tight end position.  The logical counterpart position would suggest that there is also a player who is the loose end, but there is no such position. What I have learned for certain is that this learning process is irrelevant because the only thing that ultimately matters is whether a team wins.  I must make sense of get-over the senseless mathematics of football positions.

SH 12 rig sticker

As a Washingtonian, my logical allegiance is to support the Seattle Seahawks and this year from afar obviously, I have gotten to know Coach Pete Carroll and how the team conducts themselves.  Russell Wilson is my favorite, but I’m also a big fan of other players like Marshawn Lynch Beast Mode and his 79 yard touchdown in the recent game against Arizona.  Richard Sherman, Earl Thomas, Doug Baldwin, Kam Chancellor and Luke Willson are additional players with whom I’m becoming more knowledgeable.  Win or loss, I will support them.  I refuse to be one of those fans who doles-out support conditionally.  The above is my first method of showing support for the Seattle Seahawks, with a rear-window decal on my rig.  This is my rig and not my husband’s.  Besides, he supports Oakland.  Thank you, Sweetheart for patiently guiding me through my first NFL season.  GO HAWKS!  

~Jenn

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