I do not employ women because of how they look but for the hard work they are capable of. Women are very committed people and they do not work it's as if they are forced. Even if they do not like what they are doing for a living, they will still do it well. That is why they get hired all the time. My company does not even need performance coaching like other companies. This is because I get the best results at the end of the day. This good performance is highly appreciated and I always give them rewards for their good work. There is one thing that I do not tolerate. Women who get disrespected just because they are believed to be from the weaker gender are not condoned at all. That is not something that I embrace and anyone who does that has had to face very harsh consequences. The ladies have noticed this and to reciprocate their appreciation of the amazing working environment, they deliver quality all the time. Respect at my company is vital and all employees know that.
I never get to see wildlife when we go camping. I'm always looking out the wrong side of the car when the deer are near, rummaging through a bag when the eagles fly over head, and often am the one putting up the festival tents when everyone else gets back from the bird watching hike. It's a curse. It started when I was six. My father had insisted we brave the wilderness on our church father-son outing. I had excitedly asked my pastor on arriving at the camp ground if I could expect to see much wildlife. "Oh yeah bears, big ones, with long snaggly teeth. Practically armies of them." After that, I was not about to go anywhere alone. After a late night roasting smores, my dad and I were nestled safe in our sleeping bags when I suddenly felt compelled to answer nature's call. After prodding my dad awake, we walked the pitch black gravel road to the outhouse, near the trash cans. It was dark and spooky in there too, so I made my dad promise to keep me company. "I never get to see any animals." I said. "It's too dark to see them anyway." My dad grumbled back tiredly. "Think I'll see one tomorrow?" I asked hopefully. My dad didn't answer. "Dad?" Convinced a bear had consumed my father, I cautiously lifted the latch. I heard my father's voice shush me, a long drawn out hiss as his hand pressed the out house door shut. "Be very quiet. There's a skunk." I knew all about skunks. My third grade teacher had told me how they do hand stands and spray their enemies with a smelly goo. And any third grade boy worth his camping gear was not about to miss that. I leaned against the door and pushed hard with my shouder, toppling out of the house, face flat onto the gravel. This caused my nervous father to jump with a start as he'd been staring at the skunk in apprehension and the skunk suddenly decided this was a little much excitement for him. The next morning as the pastor was rubbing tomato juice into a sponge to try to get the smell off my dad clothes, I complained loudly: "I never get to see wildlife." The pastor replied "Bet your dad would trade ya'."?
From the time immemorial, lots of people have been catching fish either for the sake of fun as a hobby or for ones’ livelihood. And there are lots and lots of ways of doing the fishing. You can fish with a rod, line and hook. Even the modern innovations like the rod with a reel are available. And of course, there's the bait - like carp fishing tackle.
Certainly I have done and still do fishing. It is done more for the sake of fun, making it enjoyable to me as a hobby. I catch the salt water ‘black fish’ as known locally here in the coastal regions of Kerala, India. These fish are highly in demand and costly. Well, one could fry them or prepare the fish in hot spices as curry or even prepare the curry in the hot less spices. There was a time I had to float colorful flowers on the clean surface of the water so as to attract these fish. But to my surprise, a crowd of fish dashed towards these flowers and snatched them off! I got so embarrassed by this. Never again had I done that!
The idea of enrolling my nephew to a sport training camp other than college was not the best according to me. I could not understand why my brother thought that sport could earn a living for his son then, but after a few months after my nephew was taken to the camp, the joy in his eyes could tell it all. I have never seen him so happy. We talked about the camp almost the whole day when he visited me. He told me about the many sport psychologists there were in those camps and how they were helping them win whenever they went competing in these sports. They were also getting good money as allowances whenever they were invited to play. I was very happy for him. I realized why my brother followed his son's wishes. Happiness in a child is something that most parents these days are fighting for, that is why they will do what their children wants irrespective of how odd it is. My brother made the rights decision as I came to realize.
It is an interesting fact to know that there is a practical use for spy gadgets. They are not merely the fascinating tools you see James Bond use in his movies but in real life these gadgets can be used to protect your self and your property. These gadgets make very good surveillance tools. You can use them to stalk a philandering husband or boyfriend. What ever voice or film recording you can make out of these surveillance gadgets you can use as incriminating evidence in the court of law.
When you leave your home you can have that peace of mind that you can be protected against thieves and intruders. Most of these gadgets are very compact and discreet. They can be mistaken for a simple alarm clock or bedside radio when in fact they can monitor the every move that goes on in a room. A plain looking fountain pen can be your deadliest weapon against an attacker. It could double as a sharp instrument that you can impale to defend yourself against muggers.