About three weeks ago we lost internet at 2:00 in the morning on our deadline day. We panicked.
We checked every line every connection and tried without luck to get the connection working.
We knew that if we didn’t fix it for ourselves we would have to drive to Salt Lake and deliver the master to our printer instead of sending it electronically. We weren’t looking forward to a 240 mile round trip after an all nighter.
In a hope against hope we called our internet provider CentraCom after hours line, just to find out how long the outage was going to last.
It was the first time we called the number in the six months we switched over, we were to much in a panic to really ponder that minor miracle and all thoughts about how reliable the service was disappeared when we actually not only got a live person on the third ring but a live person from the company’s actual office in Fairfield, Utah.
The miracles didn’t end there!!!
Instead of filing a report she actually connected us to a live technician who in 15 minutes found our problem and fixed it at 3:00 in the morning!!!
And while he was working on it he assured us that if he couldn’t fix our problem at his end he would wake up the Wendover tech and get it fixed at ours.
All we can say is wow!!!
Wow, but not the good kind was also our reaction to our city’s council hiring of a new CFO.
A cynic would say this whole nationwide search with its $24,000 bill was just a charade for the council to go through the motions of hiring someone local at a pretty nifty salary.
We have no problem hiring local, we have no problem buying local, we do have a problem with bald faced liars.
The whole premise of going nationwide was to find the best man or woman for the job. We thought it was a dumb idea in the first place but actually it was pretty smart. Smart that is if the whole point behind that little exercise was not to find anyone.
See if the council couldn’t find anyone at the salary offered why then the solution would be to offer a higher salary.
That did get a response and the council made their choice.
Now let us be ultra cynical, let’s just say that our local girl who happens to be a work mate of three of the four councilmen happens to want the job and her coworkers on the council want to give it to her.
In fact they like her so much they want to pay her more than the new trimmed budget allowed.
Now only a cynic would truly believe the council actually lied about their intentions just to squeeze more money from the city, but cruising by the Rusty Palms, the empty moribund Rusty Palms we wonder just how naive we would have to be to still believe anything that came out of their mouths.
We do wonder how this will shake out in the next election.
Will the city employees union still support those of majority in a year from now.
Those two stalwart supporters of their union who cut their salaries by 10 percent and then turned around and gave a raise not to a well qualified professional who has good experience in municipal government but a coworker, perhaps a buddy they knew they would pick all along?
Our table this Thanksgiving will be smaller this year with three of our children gone off to the great wide world.
Yes we will miss their presence but the memories of passed Thanksgivings warm our hearts.
In the grand scheme of things we only have so many Thanksgivings and never was one exactly the same as the one before it.
These holidays are precious jewels and they are numbered.
As we cherish them, we also cherish this one for it too will become another memory to mull over sometime in the future perhaps over a hot toddy and a sigh of contentment.