July 22, 2002: Chihuahua, Important Lesson

Hi,

It's been a while since I wrote about my job. Last week, I just started a
new role at my project here in Cleveland. I am now a shift leader for the
afternoon shift, which means that my work hours are from 1:30 pm to 11:30
pm. I am enjoying the experience so far. Also, it will be a very good
learning experience for me to supervise about 10 press operators and
finishing & packaging operators. They are very nice people, but are all
union members, and range from mid-30 to mid-60 years old. So, it will be
quite a challenge to motivate them to change, which is why it is a good
learning experience for me. Eventually, I will rotate to being a shift
leader for the midnight shift and day shift.

I found out that one of my colleagues, Sheila, has been diagnosed with
brain and lung cancer. She is undergoing radiation and chemotherapy.
Please pray for her and her family. Another of my colleague, Denny, his
father passed away. Please pray for his family. Thanks for your prayers!

This past weekend, two of my Avery colleagues from Singapore and Thailand
came to visit Cleveland for work, so I met up with them on Saturday and
Sunday.

This week's thought provoking question is: "If you only had 6 months to
live, how would you want to spend your time?"

This week's humor and inspirational pieces were forwarded by Anna Man and
Jennifer Deniega, respectively.

Enjoy!

-Josh.
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Chihuahua

The Taco Bell Chihuahua, a Doberman and a Bulldog are in a bar having a
drink when a great-looking female Collie comes up to them and says,
"Whoever can say liver and cheese in a sentence can have me."

So the Doberman says, "I love liver and cheese." The Collie replies,
"That's not good enough."

The Bulldog says, "I hate liver and cheese." She says, "That's not creative
enough."

Finally, the Chihuahua says, "Liver alone . . . cheese mine."
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Important Lesson

During my second month of nursing school, our professor gave us a pop quiz.
I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until
I read the last one:

"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several
times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her
name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before
class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our
quiz grade. "Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will
meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and
care, even if all you do is smile and say 'hello.'" I've never forgotten
that lesson. I also learned that her name was Dorothy.