Updated: Jun 26
My first job was a paper route with my dad, two brothers and myself - mom wasn't in the picture. We'd wake up between four and five in the morning, head out in the red Datsun 210 Sedan, standard transmission, to pick up a stack of the Wall Street Journal. My dad was the driver and my job was to assemble (rubber band or plastic bag if it was raining), order and arrange the papers into the correct sequence of delivery, then deliver in various methods. Sometimes delivery was run flights of stairs and hallways in the Century Building, San Antonio Savings Building or an apartment building complex. Other times it was the classic hang out the car window, wind and launch method - by far my favorite. I can still feel the wind blowing through my hair, cruising down Blanco Road before the sun came up. When we'd finished, and as dad drove into the morning sunrise, he'd let me shift gears for him - left handed. It's gotta be one of my all time best memories ever.
Thus began my natural love for synergetic work flow. Nothing says you can conquer the world like the positive emotions that flow out of the perfect execution of a plan that you devised all on your own. You know how it is. It's like when they say that all the stars align. It's the same feeling you get when you make every green light on the way home from work on a Friday. Even if it was for $2 a week. Even if it was in the third grade. Even if you didn't know that you were even doing it.
Dad kept the paper route until the summer of 1982. I'm 50 now and looking back, I've worked to devise ways for that synergy to emerge out of nothingness in just about every job I've ever had. From washing dishes at the Meatballs Italian Food Restaurant on Bandera Road in Leon Valley, to digging holes under houses for Rite Way Foundation Repair on Hildbrand in San Antonio,