Recycled Vinyl.

Do you recycle? We do our best to recycle anything we can. Over the summer, our town changed their curbside recycling program, making it simpler and easier for households to recycle. The process previously was the standard - paper in one container, metal and plastics in the other container(s). Our containers would always be packed.

The new system is pretty cool - EVERYTHING goes in one big recycling bin which is picked up (literally) by the Waste Management truck (Sheila still cannot get over this - who separates the stuff!?). A separate truck comes by and does the same for the "trash only" container. Not bad.

I kept the old recycling bins, knowing I could find a use for them eventually. The other day I tested something out, and it seems to work. As in states in my profile, I was a disc jockey back "in the day" when music was played on a record player (no, I did not scratch!). I have kept my record collection from those days and have 5 milk crates filled with 12" vinyl records, mostly 12" singles. I'll have to do a separate post on my DJ days - back when Madonna, LL Cool J,Jackson Five, New Edition, U2, and yes, New Kids on The Block, were the craze.

Those crates are heavy and have been moved many, many times (probably close to at least two dozen times) - just ask my brother Chris! You see, the old milk crates could be stacked, but not for an extended period of time without doing some damage. The records do fit in the old town recycling bins, though! AND the crates can be stacked without doing any damage!


Some use recycling bins for their intended purpose, some others steal pop stars recycling bins for fun, I am using them to store my vinyl. What are your recycling bins used for?

Moments with my girls.

No pictures to share in this post, but I do want to share a couple of moments I had with my girls.

The first moment was Friday evening arriving home from work. The girls' high chairs are located in the dining room, which is visible from the driveway side of our home. As I am pulling up to the house, I see two of the girls, the closest to the window is Emily. I can see Emily pointing in my direction as she spots me (or the car anyway)as I pull in to the driveway. I stop halfway up the driveway to watch and wave, although I don't think they can see my face in the dark. Anna, who is sitting in the highchair next to Emily, is also craning her neck to see who is there. I cannot hear them, but I imagine them saying "thdat" or "oooo". I smile, pull in the garage and come in the house. I go see my daughters, who are all smiling at me. I give them each a kiss. That makes my day.

Second moment: tonight. While Sarah starts dinner (yummy - thank you, hon), I put a video of the girls on TV to entertain them (and entertain Sarah & me). The video is from the beginning of December until today. Some great stuff - Christmas day, the girls "playing" with their younger cousin Grace, the girls playing paddy-cake along with The Wiggles, etc. Allie, Anna and Em loved watching themselves on TV! The moment is when all three girls wanted "up" with Daddy on the couch. Three loving, cute, beautiful girls on my lap. Not a care in the world. Made my day.

The GMAT exam and career (dirt) path.

I took the GMAT exam this past Monday. According to the Graduate Management Admission Council, the GMAT exam "was designed by business schools to measure the skills shown to help graduate business student exceed..." According to Sarah and me, the GMAT exam is just another money-making scheme!

My career path has certainly not been straight or forward-moving, thus the blog title - "my career dirt path". I have worked with, and worked for countless accountants who have made up to 25-40% more than me just because they had three letters (CPA, MBA, etc.). I can sometimes get quite bitter about where I am compared to them. I've always felt I don't need three letters to prove myself. The problem is that employers want those three letters!

The following is a summary of my career, peppered with some life events:

I attended a local state university while working about 25-30 hours per week for a well known package delivery company. Due to my excessive drinking, it took 5 and 1/2 years to complete the 4 year program. I barely graduated in 1989. My GPA was embarrassing. I got sober in the last semester of school and, shortly thereafter I pursued a career in accounting.

My first accounting job was for a real estate company. That job lasted less than a year before I was laid off because of the ailing real estate market. I collected unemployment and worked temp jobs before accepting a position for a small software company in Boston. This position ended up being short-term also. My job there was very narrow and I had also zero opportunities to advance so I left for a better opportunity.

The next five years (1992 - 1996) were spent at a wholesale distributor of fabric paint as an accountant. Great people, good company and I learned a great deal. My wife at the time (we married in March 1992) and I filed for a divorce in 1995. Then, the company I worked for, filed for bankruptcy in 1996. I was looking for work again. I then started at a conservative, established, small, but successful investment management company in Boston.

I had considered career changes in the past. During the early 90's, before the divorce, I took an Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) course, passed the exam, and almost went to work as an EMT. I cannot recall exactly why that didn't pan out.

It wasn't until late 90s that I again seriously considered a new career path. After spending Tuesday evenings, and my entire Saturdays, for two years attending a great massage school in Cambridge, I became eligible to practice massage therapy in the summer of 2000. The plan was to do double duty: work part-time as a massage therapist MT) and part-time as an accountant. Classic right-brain, left brain balance! So, in 2001, I left the security of being employed at a financially solid, secure, workplace to practice massage and consult as an accountant.

Being single and healthy, I enjoyed this time in my life - I made my own schedule, made money and had a fun social life. But, after a couple of physical issues forced me to miss work (thus not get paid), the conservative side of me won out and I decided I needed employment with steady income, health and retirement benefits. I was back on the market for full-time employment.

Meanwhile, Sarah had taken a position in the tax department of the investment management company for which I had previously worked.

See where this is going? I ended up consulting full time for that same company! Sarah and Rich get "set-up", they fall in love, get engaged, buy a house, and get married in October 2004. Most of our spare time in 2004, 2005 and some of 2006 is spent doing major work on our house. Not much time for anything else. I did, however, start a new full time job as an Accounting Manager in September 2004. After about two months, I HATED my boss so I resigned with the intention of spending my time between a job search and fixing up the house.

My sixth employer was in a fast-paced, deadline-driven environment for another financial services company in Boston. I am hired as an Accounting Manager and the compensation is good, considering I do not have a CPA designation or an MBA. Sarah and I could never, ever predict what was going to occur in our lives over the next two years.

We are expecting our first child. We decide to make the baby's sex a surprise. But, if it is a girl, her name will be Abigail. On Sunday, June 4th, 2006 I have to leave a message with my boss telling him our daughter passed away. It was the worst day of my life.

After about 1 1/2 years of employment at that company, it is announced that a HUGE financial services company, also based in Boston, is acquiring us. I will be laid off, but not for another 8 months. A few months previous to the acquisition announcement, Sarah and I heard four words we will never forget from an ultrasound technician (sorry tech, I do not remember your name): "...I see three babies...".

Our girls are born, I continue to do my lame-duck time at the office while I await my termination and severance.

In July 2008 I accept an offer from my current employer, who offers some tuition reimbursement.

This past Monday I took the GMAT. Unless we hit the lottery, I will start graduate school in the Fall so that I can make a salary that I believe I deserve.

Post Script - this blog ended up being much longer than planned!

Bye Bye Bottles.

Sarah did a post the other day with a similar title, except "bottles" was replaced with "binky". I think we may have put the girls' bottles away for good. That is correct - 20+ months after Sarah delivered the girls, the Dr. Brown bottles may have seen their final use in our house!

This is a big deal for me. For those who don't have the low-down on baby bottles, you should know that Dr. Brown bottles are made to reduce the amount of air bubbles, therefore reducing the frequency of gas for the baby. Great, right? I don't have experience with other bottles, so I actually cannot comment on how effective Dr Brown bottles are versus other bottles. What I do know is that Dr. Brown bottles are comprised of 5 parts (6 if you count the cap)! The 5 parts are the bottle, nipple, nipple holder, and a two-piece tubular shaped part. We have three babies, so you can probably guess where I am going with this...

Each five part bottle has to be disassembled, washed and then re-assembled with every use. Let's do the math here. Three babies to be fed, on average, 4 times a day = twelve bottles, on average a day. 12 bottles x 5 parts = 60 parts to be disassembled, washed and then re-assembled again. Note that these estimates are conservative and reflect feedings when the girls were between 6-12 months old. In the first few months, we were feeding the girls on demand. In hindsight, that period of time was pure anarchy.
Can't you just picture me, a sleep-deprived new father of triplets given the task of putting together one of these bottles? Here's some additional things to help paint the picture: charts to track how much and at what time each baby drank, bottles lined up on the counter and cases of baby formula stacked in the dining room:
not to mention crying babies, dirty diapers and three sleep-deprived adults trying to manage all this.

Do you have a small glimpse of what it may have been like? Sheila (Grammy), Sarah and I have spent many hours over the past 20+ months with Dr. Brown's bottles. I cannot speak for Sheila nor Sarah, but I am very happy to announce that we may never have to feed one of our daughters with a bottle again! Good-bye Dr. Brown (or, as I use to say, Dr. John)!

Gotta go - surprise, surprise Anna is crying instead of napping...btw it is COLD outside!