I just got up to Portland the other day. My boss gave me a pretty stark choice, I could either accept a transfer up here or I could start to look for a new job. It was not all that awful, because it came with a promotion and a raise in pay. In fact I did not have a lot holding me down there. My girlfriend and I were about to break up and I was in the process of moving out of her place. So I drove North and started checking out Frontier internet in Oregon and moving into this little house that I found on the web. This house is tiny, but there is just the one of me. So it works out just fine, especially because it is extremely convenient to the place where I am working. I searched for places that were real close to the place, it was really close in fact. I timed the trip at around four minutes the first day that I went into work. Of course no one at the plant knew who I was and they did not realized I was going to be one of the managers. So they were doing a lot of things that they should not have been doing while I was there. In fact a few of them realized that I was back there for a reason. One of the supervisors started yelling at guys who were goofing off. I was not really interested in pointing out that sort of stuff yet, but of course I sat down with the supervisor and reminded him about the rules. This is the sort of thing where you have to follow the rules so that no one gets hurt. At this point everything is going pretty smoothly, it seems like the operation works quite smoothly.