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Hostile Work Environment

“Don’t put that there.”

I thought to myself as I put it there anyway.

“It” was a large wooden board that I had placed at an odd angle on the top of a shelf with the corner sticking out juuuust a little above eye level.

“I’ll remember it’s there” I said

I did not remember

Bet you didn’t see that coming

Apparently neither did I.

It wasn’t a bad collision but it was the third one of the day and the second involving my head.

I seem to have developed a knack for bonking my head into things*.

But, bottom line this has convinced me that it’s time to get the garage in order.

I’m pleased with the workroom but if OSHA came to the garage -where I do a lot of my work – I’m pretty sure they’d shut me down and say I was mistreating my employee.

Dangerous, tangled cords lying around on the ground? CHECK!

Old, kind of iffy equipment?CHECK!

Dangerous Predators? CHECK

Noxious Fumes? (I’d had chili for dinner) CHECK

Now, let’s be honest, Cheltenham Road’s goal has always been threefold:

  • Face Your Fears!
  • Man Up!
  • Create Delicate Flower-Covered Candle Holders

But, despite all that macho, testosterone laden thinking there is no reason the work environment needs to be so treacherous

Also, while I was in Ohio I took pictures of my dad’s workshop

Dad’s drill bit organization system:

My drill bit organization system:

Clearly I have my work cut out for me.

Stay tuned to this blog for further accident reports and occasional progress.



*I actually ran my head into the garage door a while back hard enough to give myself a concussion.  The garage door is huge and my head, according to my mother, is quite tiny, so I guess I get points for accuracy or something.

About cheltenhamroad

I’ve been surrounded by amazingly creative people my whole life. My mom can, and does, make anything. The family has on occasion speculated that she just whipped up my dad one day when she discovered some left over fabric and stuffing. My three sisters have mad skills ranging from needlework to cooking to out and out ART. My father’s desk when I was growing up had a model train set going around it, oh, and he made that desk-from scratch. I’m the youngest and, as you can imagine, it’s a hard series of acts to follow. Truth be told, I’ve spent many, many years suppressing the creative instincts I learned at home. But I realized (rather late in life) that few things bring me more joy than making and creating. For the longest time when I went to stores I didn’t think, “I want that” I thought, “I can make that.” And, with a deep breath and a leap, I’ve started on a very new, kinda scary path. I’ve given up my steady, dependable (dull!) corporate life to spend my days happily humming away in my garage designing, creating, painting, decoupaging and sawing and, since this blog will be an honest take on things, there is also a fair amount of tripping, spilling and swearing. Through this blog I hope to share with you the struggles and (hopefully) triumphs of a very non-businessy business person. I also hope to make this blog a resource for people who like to work with their hands and who are, like me, always looking at things and thinking “I could make that!” I’ve lived many places since I left Cheltenham Road; I currently live in Los Angeles California. So, with this preamble- Welcome to Cheltenham Road! Please come on over and make yourself comfortable – the place is always open.

9 responses »

  1. Oh, No! I hope it wasn’t your eye! But, what an impressive motivation for cleaning the garage….I will say that one of your nieces (no names) went through a period (when she was just the right height for doorknobs) when she never went through a door without hitting her head on the knob…so, perhaps it is genetic. Happy organizing!

  2. Love the post and your writing style. So enjoyable. My hubby and I can get a little unorganized too. My dad’s (and both grandfathers as well) well, their tools looked more like your dad’s stuff. I’ll be following your blog and liking your fb page to tag along on your adventures. Watch that head now!

  3. A bicycle helmet might be in order for you. Dad’s are the best, mine used to be able to pick up a bolt and immediately say “that’s 21/64’s” (without looking at any markings, other than the size of it). Now be careful and don’t put pieces of wood at odd angles, okay?

  4. Julie – I thought most people would say the aliens are already here!

  5. My father had two … count ’em two … garages. One housed his prized Cadillac that he wiped down every night when he got home. We rarely saw the inside of that garage … but when we did catch a glimpse it sparkled. Garage #2 housed his “look but never ever under the threat of death” touch ginormous workbench and tools. And trust me. He knew when we touched …

    Oh, and that vicious spider would have me running for the hills. Good thing “man up” is not amongst my goals …




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