In our work, there are many small task, that at times, are quite challenging. In a single window there may be hundreds of solder joints. Solder, a mixture of 60% tin and 40% lead melts at 370 degrees. Lead came melts at 621 degrees. A soldering iron with a rheostat, will give a relative consistent heat, but when in use the temperature fluctuates. Manipulating the two metals with an ever changing heat requires skill and patience.

It’s my job to say what is acceptable and what isn’t. Or as one of my mentors was fond of saying, “It’s my name on the sign.” Although, I don’t have a sign, the idea is so much a part of me that I really don’t think I need to label it, or defend it. It’s kinda like a painting of a hunter and his dog with the title “Hunter and His Dog.” Would a more abstract title like “Companionship” elevate the views curiosity, or how about no title at all?

I know how negative thoughts and criticism makes me feel. They depress me and make me feel anxious. They even affect me physically. As I scramble to recompose myself, I think of the wasted time needed to get back to being productive and creative again.

So now, when I look over our soldering, I’ll say, “lets make all our joints look like this one, and that one.”