I'VE KNOWN RAY Weast at R&R Golf for a long time. He's a legend around here - famous for his one-liners and working the scorer's tables at various basketball gyms around the area. I could tell you a story about Ray hugging a tree during a Gus Macker tournament one year, but we need to get to the point.
I was at R&R Golf last week picking up a few supplies. When he rang me up, he took out a sales receipt notepad and wrote everything down.
"I just keep track of it better this way," he said.
Last night I tried to log in at The Whig when I went to help out in sports. They just switched to a new online timeclock system. Me and another guy couldn't get in. It was explained to us this morning we weren't on the right company (apparently there are a few), and now I feel like an idiot. On the one hand, this could have been explained better, but on the other, I should have figured it out.
I miss the old days, when I put down my hours on a piece of paper. I know it's easier, and saves trees, and makes the world go round faster. Blah blah blah.
But there's something to be said for paper and pen, and a simpler way of doing things.