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Archive for January, 2009

Renewal

January 23rd, 2009 by

I wrote this thinking about our President, but it occurs to me that it can apply to my life and the life of our business as well (or maybe it that just gives me a flimsy excuse to publish it) :-) Hope you enjoy it…

tall tree

 

Renewal.
Next to Love the word most powerful
Is the word of promise, trust and hope
A word of singular simplicity
For multiple dreams.

Renewal.
Our unique history built
upon the notion that we can restore our
resolve, our faith and our selves
over and over without question, without end

Renewal.
Sings it’s own meaning
In numberless hearts hungry for change
In those old enough to remember
And those young enough to care

Renewal.
For those who are broken
And those who feel alone
It is the promise of our purpose
And the engine of our repair

Renewal.
The spark of our greatness
The hope for our future
The cure for our fears
The method of our dreams.

 

God bless our President. May his vision of American renewal serve us all, every day, one day at a time.

Chris Tobey
1948-2009

Today’s Less-Than-Graceful Delivery of Discernment

January 21st, 2009 by

man-of-many-hats

Three years ago I stood at a career crossroads. I had a small web design “business” that was barely paying the bills, I did some sound engineering / recording on the side to help bring the “ends” slightly closer to meeting. Still, it was hard making them meet. Often, they went unmet…not introduced…strangers passing in the night, so to speak. I was the captain of my own destiny (el capitán de mi destino) and was asleep at the helm. One benefit to having so much time on my hands was that I was able to sharpen a skillset based on what I enjoyed doing.

In the greater scheme of things, not much time has passed. (Seven times the time has passed for my dogs.) I find myself largely drawing on that rudimentary set of skills in order to finitely develop a larger muscle than I could have ever imagined necessary had anyone thought to ask three years ago. Thanks to curiosity, an unfulfilled end (…deficiency? exigency? inadequacy? insufficiency? necessity? obligation? shortage? urgency? want?)…and my divine appointment here at Hot Tub Works, I have happened into an opportunity to learn, to grow, to define my strengths, skills, self.

At this stage of the development, ‘twould have been fairly easy to sit back, sigh, and proclaim arrival. (Almost did, in fact.) Ah, but alas, the fates (and my inability to be completely satiated for long) had a different set of blueprints in mind. As a direct result, I find myself interrupting the website launch of our new spa care kits, to compose this blog. If you are still reading this, more power to ya. I myself almost didn’t make it to this paragraph.

So folks, keep your eyes peeled for future musings from me: your accidental, universe-ordained infant blogger. Hot Tub Works is a great place to work, and blog.

 

- Jim

Bicep Curls in the Office

January 20th, 2009 by

I was sitting at my desk, typing away like the busy bee that I am. Answering questions, and taking calls as usual. All of a sudden I hear some boisterous noise coming from Jerry’s office. I keep hearing the word “bicep” repeated over and over. What could this be I ask myself? Is Jerry doing push ups again? I decide to get up and peek my head in his office to find out what was going on. To my surprise, I see Jeff, the Warehouse Supervisor, coaching Jerry on bicep curls, and other various arm exercises. I love that on the few breaks that are taken here, many use them to improve health, mind, and spirit.

The Hot Tub Works Bicep Program

The Hot Tub Works Bicep Program

First Hot Tub Blog Post

January 17th, 2009 by
Hot Tub Geniuses

Early photo of the business geniuses taking a break from the challenging task of assembling a desk chair (L-R Jimmy, Geniuses Rick, Jerry and Chris, Sue)

OK, I admit it. When we first talked about creating a company blog, we were thinking about  the potential for marketing exposure. Well, to hell with that. Writing sales copy has almost no appeal to me personally and I suspect reading it would have even less appeal to you.

So we talked it over and we decided to write about our little enterprise differently than most companies with their thinly disguised press release update fluff masquerading as fascinating blog copy.

We decided instead to write an honest, running commentary of our business: the good times; the ugly times, even the impossibly boring times and we figured this would serve two purposes:

1. Give our customers a sense of who we are, how we operate and why we care and

2) Create a new way for us to communicate with our customers and amongst ourselves with the supposition that more communication will ultimately lead to fewer mistakes, more efficiency and, well, a better time for everyone.

So if you’ve read this far, you might be asking yourself what lunatic would open a Pandora’s box of possible public embarrassment by starting an open blog like this and the answer is me, Chris Tobey, one of the owners of HotTubWorks.

But the real question is how could my two business partners let me run with this disaster-waiting-to-happen in the first place? Well, fortunately for me , they are as crazy as I am.

Onward and Upward,

chris@hottubworks.com

Learning to Love through Small Acts of Service

January 16th, 2009 by

rosie-hot-tub-bulldog Busy morning….Riley , my son, had a bad dream and woke up screaming which is not good re-entry into the waking world for him or me.  rush through my daily readings, short conversation with God, rush the kids to school, off to work.  Oh yeah….Rosie, the lovable stink bag of a Bulldog turned the car into her own special perfume factory.  Love her and I can’t wait to return the adorable stick pot back to her rightful owner Joe (Joe has been in Vegas for 4 days and no doubt will be showing the effects today).

It’s Friday and that feels exciting to me, taking the kids to lunch today will be a bright spot. I have been taking them out to lunch most Fridays now.  They don’t seem to care too much but I feel great about it. Probably like I wont miss Rosie till she’s gone for a while…..

I am learning how to love through small acts of service, trying to do it for free and for fun. Expectations seems to suck the joy out of the best of things. Today I will let the journey unfold, knowing that all things have purpose with opportunity for growth and good.

Monday, Monday

January 14th, 2009 by

days-of-yoreSo it’s 7:00 a.m., Monday morning. I am shuffling around in cutoff sweatpants and a battered CAKE t-shirt, hair in disarray. The days first cigarette dangles from my sleep-swollen lips, a too-long ash hangs precariously from the ember as I squint into the monitor, pecking this slowly with my index fingers. I am tragically aware of the lukewarm cup of coffee in front of me. I have added to it only a scoop of non dairy creamer and a short burst of microwave radiation. No sugar. I haven’t had sugar in my coffee (or anything else) in over a month and a half. I don’t miss it like I thought I would. I suppose I miss it in a pseudo-nostalgic way…kind of how I miss elementary school.

I have a small amount of work to do today, it really shouldn’t take too long. That’s what I usually say, though, yet the workload always seemingly multiplies…like libidinous rabbits. Either way, the rest of the day stretches out before me and I have no idea of what it may bring.

My Mom has left her two dogs to stay with us. They are cute as hell, Shi-Tzu’s. They bring the current head-count in our small two-bedroom house to seven. Two humans, four dogs and a cat. It’s a little difficult to find a patch of floor that doesn’t squeal beneath my feet as I shamble over to refill my sugar-free cup.

My dogs are acting surprisingly anti-social to the newcomers. It seems they don’t enjoy the company as much as I thought they would. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me…I can only imagine how I’d feel if Mom had dropped off a couple of strangers with bad breath and underbites who kept trying to crawl into bed with me, and ravage all of my favorite things. Luckily, Mom’s dogs are blissfully unaware of the cold reception. I grudgingly admit that I am a little envious of their oblivion…