I remember my times in the military. I was and expert at shoveling paperwork. Peace time military hmmm. These guys coming back from Nam took shamming to a whole new level. They used an expression which went, "Looks like you just got a hold of some bad poop." getting hold of some bad poop meant that the dynasty where you had received your last orders had fallen. This situation can happen on many different levels. It can happen when you have a mis-guided lower level administrative decision maker who's attempting to flex. It can also happen when you are involved with such a mass conglomeration of favor calling that you don't have the slightest idea who's umbrella you're being exempted by. All you know is that somehow within you circle of influence, you're able to do what you want, when you want. Such was the military once I put my own system in place inside of their regimented uniform structure of government. Let's say, I got away with a lot of stuff.So, for instance let's say that one of your partners is high ranking and his or her rank has afforded you with a certain amount of military special considerations. Even though I was a lower ranking military man, I was an expert at following the best orders from as high as I could get them. Hence I often ended up on exclusive details like helping out in Monterey near 17 mile Drive or, traveling with the band to Frisco to perform over the weekend. What??? Go tell Captain so, and so, to give us his new motor home???? What??? Keep the motor home over the weekend??? What?? Drive the new motor home to the show??? What?? Here's money to travel with??? What??? We can take girls???? What??? But this is another story.
I was good at picking out the best orders to follow. Such is life. We are daily bombarded with orders. Orders what to believe, how to think, how to behave, how to dress, how to talk...ect.
I was talking to a client today. As he walked in the door he rubbed his side and said, "man, my back just started hurting." I said, what happened? When did it happen? He said, "soon as I starting drinking that soda." As he rubbed his side again.
I said, "that's not your back. That's where you kidney is located." "Don't, you think it's strange that it started hurting when you started with the soda?" "What type of water do you drink?" I asked.
He said, "I don't drink no water he said." I quit drinking it after I started hanging with her." He said, nodding his head towards his girlfriend.
I said, "looks like you might have gotten a hold of some bad poop."
Listen to your spirit. Only follow orders from he who is the highest.
