I’m really getting sick of Six-Sigma training, and I’m only 1/2 through the yellow-belt training. Perhaps it gets better, but the disconnect between test questions and course material is really frustrating.
I got my state inspection on the Grand Prix as well as my scheduled oil change. A grand total of $41. You can’t have your tires rotated in California for less than $41. When you consider this was the equivelant of a California Smog Check AND and oil change… I’m a happy camper.
So, I go to put my registration sticker on the window. I follow the instructions on how to remove it from the paper. I go to stick it on the windshield as instructed, and the sticky part of the sticker will not stick to my glass. It just won’t stick. It’s somewhat tacky, but not tacky enough to stick to the glass. Now what?
I decided to go to the temple. The temple is always a way to lift a burden off one’s shoulders. You can feel the stress just wash away as you walk through the doors of the temple.
After the temple, I came home and painted the spice rack. Well, I gave it its first coat. It really sucks up the paint.