Typical day One of the things I am learning as I have moved away from corporate america is that there is no such thing as a typical day.

Over the last 2 weeks, I have been working 12-15 hour days, almost all of which is on-the-job training.

But as we all know, it's easier to learn how to swim if you just jump right in. The longer you sit outside the pool, feet dangling in the water, the longer it will take you to figure out how to doggie paddle.

Today started off with a helluva commute coupled with a tussle with the cops. Well, not really. The drive to the office is under 2 miles and the cop was a county sheriff monitoring his speed trap under the shade of a old oak tree.

Once I pulled in to my executive parking spot (right next to El Jefe) I was greeted with the knowledge that the boss's car would not start. So utilizing my extensive automotive training, I peeked under the hood. Lo and behold, the engine was still there, he didn't seem to be missing any major components. But the negative battery lead looked like it was covered in 40 years worth of growth.

I asked if he had any coke. With a quizzical look, he asked "and by coke I hope you mean 'Coca-Cola'?"
I explained that the cola would help to clean off the deposits on the battery, once again reaffirming for him his notion on carbonated beverages.

Got the battery cleaned up and jumped the car so that it would start. Then it was into the office to start the day. Came to a stopping point on the report that I was working on, called a client and a broker (leaving messages for both) and headed out for lunch.

We'll just have to see what happens tomorrow.  ¶ 12:04 PM