Roughly. I take over the command chair tomorrow. I need to do some rearranging of office furniture as well as try to figure out what order to do things in and come to a fairly complete understanding of Excel.
Fucking Excel.
I think that none of my predecessors would recognize the job if they were to step into it tomorrow, instead. Certain aspects, yes, but mostly: No. Between the restructuring at UNP and the level of technology, the day-to-days of the job have transmogrified into something only KGC has seen. And so, onward.
Going back a week, it was just last Sunday when Mike Wieringo died. His family, friends and fans continue to walk around in a daze, though the ways we've connected--and re-connected--over the last week has been helpful. Ritual. Narrative. Contact. We're shaken back into ourselves. It's been a rough week.
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