Kornkob’s Corner

There were dishes in the sink, waving their arms calling to be washed and a pile of unopened mail beckoning for attention. The dog sat by the back door looking at me expectantly (more…)

And the day of my first week of working at Raven rolls forward and I find myself wrapped in a twisted blend of emotions. I am at once nervous and happy. I find myself wondering what my new path will bring. Will I find the people I work with to be as interesting and competent as those I have left behind? Will I be as respected there as I was at Fiskars?

I am certain this choice was good but find myself tense with anticipation nonetheless.

Scotch. It’s definitely an acquired taste. Many people who have talked to me about what they think of the stuff say (more…)

The sun had snuck in between a couple slats on the blinds and was dancing on my face, giggling with glee. My eyes creaked open and focused on the clock. 6:14 slipped to 6:15 as I watched and my sleep added brain processed the information as I drifted back (more…)

Below is the last entry I wrote for the Fiskars Support Summary. It was more of a good-bye letter than any kind of assessment of the day’s statistics.

My Dear Fiskonites,

By now most of you have been informed, in one fashion or another, that I have elected to leave Fiskars. (more…)

Below is the last entry I wrote for the Fiskars Support Summary. It was more of a good-bye letter than any kind of assessment of the day’s statistics.

My Dear Fiskonites,
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I spent some time recently looking back at the choices I’ve made that brought me to the spot on the road I now stand. Naturally as I mulled it all over, I ran across some regrets.

Now I’ve heard people say, ‘you shouldn’t have regrets’ but (more…)