Tuesday—September 2oth, 2016
Beautiful. Tuesday was a good day, it began in again in similarly the same way as Saturday. Mr. Brandon Critchley and, I met this morning to walk through what the rest of the day was going to look like painting a house. Simply put, the task we had was pretty straight forward. Put the paint on the wall. Paint everything that is white, red. And so, we began by finishing the job that had been left for us to do. And, there were plenty of us left to do it. All in all, our number, a sum of twelve hands trained in the art of law and order, painted the house red.
At times, order doesn’t matter. However I was trained to be a catalyst for communications, procedure oriented as a commissioner in the Boy Scouts of America. That’s where I realize there may be a difference in management styles between Brandon and, my self. Process, process, process, I can appreciate establishing some semblance of order so that I can see clear and definite progress. Though in this case, it was not entirely necessary. So, we put them in pairs of rollers to paint, brushes to trim and, we did pretty well alright together.
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