. . . Past
Last week I received a call from a city council man in Seagoville. He called himself a city council person, which I thought was pretty funny. He said the call was concerning the DISD Board of Trustees, which was something I hadn’t thought about in a while. I was a bit busy so it took me a day or two to call him back.
When I called him back he asked me if I was considering a run for the seat again. I had to tell him I didn’t live in Dallas anymore.
Honestly, right after I lost the election, I thought about how I would run again. A few months later, I decided not to run again. Maybe I would have thought differently closer to the election date, but I didn’t want to seriously run.
What I did want to do was get my name on the ballot again, but not run a campaign.
After I lost the election, I was pretty disappointed that I lost. But more than that, I was disappointed that I didn’t have any sort of impact on the community. At least there wasn’t one I could see in the voter turnout figures. Total turnout in the district was just as low as it was in the last election. Turnout in the precincts where I did the most campaigning was just as low as well. Yea, I didn’t see any impact and that was the worst part.
I figured if the incumbent ran again, then I could run a little bit of an experiment. I would put my name on the ballot and not campaign, at all. I would let the election results roll in and see if turnout was any better or worse. Then I could really judge the impact of my first campaign.
The city councilman asked if I knew anybody who would be a good candidate. I said no not really. He said we should meet the next time I was in town. He seemed nice enough, so I think I will give him a call some other day.
. . . Future
Monday, I received a call from a manager on one of my future engagements. It was about doing an inventory observation for that client.
That was the “problem”. The client sells fancy clothes at swanky resorts, which means the inventory is also at swanky resorts. Apparently a majority of client’s inventory is at two resort locations in Mexico.
Usually we get an accounting firm in Mexico to do the observations in Mexico, but the client had a bad experience with the last Mexican accounting firm. So now we need to go count their inventory at the end of the month.
The manager asked if I had inventory experience, which I do, and if I knew Spanish, which I do. Once we got all that stuff out of the way, we needed to clear it with the manager’s on my other engagements and our staffing people. We cleared most of those hurdles today. I think I’m good to book the flight. I’m talking to the manager tomorrow, so I’ll clear it with him then.
I want to say that I hope I go. I know I’ll find it tough to relax, since I’ll be in the middle of busy season, but I’ll try. Either way, if it blows up at this point, at least it’s a good story. I almost got to swanky Mexico to count fancy clothes, or I got to go to swanky Mexico to count fancy clothes.
. . . Present?
Alright, they weren’t really phone calls. They were texts, but I think my point still applies. The texts are the more interesting part. I ended up finally texting two people who I had been meaning to contact.
First, I texted my designated buddy to hang out. He is my firm designated buddy. There aren’t many great ways to make friends. Work is probably the best place to make a friend. We’re friendly enough, so at some point we’ll need to hang out outside of work to become real friends, right?
Well, he’s from Seattle, so he’s a Seahawks fan. We were going to watch early Seahawks game, but things got complicated. His friend was in town, so they were going to come too, but then they were going to leave and he had to take them to the airport, but then they had tickets to the Clippers game, and it got messy. I bailed and we rescheduled for the Seahawks game next weekend. Although, the Seahawks almost ruined our plans by almost losing the game.
Second, I texted my cousin. He lives here in Southern California. I went to his wedding this past summer. I had been meaning to contact him since I moved out here, but I hadn’t. Life got in the way. I figured I could always make the busy excuse. There would probably never be an idle time to reach out, so I went ahead and did it.
We’re going to get some pizza on Saturday. It should be pretty great. Either way, I’ll have some pizza, so it won’t be an entire loss.
I used to really hate talking on the phone and texting people. Now, it’s not so bad. You get a nice spread of good, bad, and weird things. Ha, kinda like life.