Category: NoJoMo

I’d started on this this morning, but I’m now distracted by what’s going on in Europe.

So, yeah, I really don’t give a shit about writing now.

The French are the wrong ones to fuck with, y’all

It’s Friday the Thirteenth. What superstitio.ns do you have

This one is tough, because I really don’t have any.

I understand that many successful people are incredibly attached to them. Even as a kid, before I went on my Objectivist kick, I railed against them.

Some might have had a legitimate root, they’re no longer necessary.

I run into this woth work, where I hear advice to do something that won’t have an effect on the problem at hand.

I’m trying to remember something about a real dozen. What was I like at age twelve? (Other than obese….) So, this may end up being a bit of free writing unless someone brings me a dozen cupcakes

So, twelve. That would have been nineteen ninety mumbles

Or, to put it another way, almost everyone who turned twelve in the 90s is now in his/her thirties…..

I was living in Northern Germany. The sun hadn’t come up when I got on the school bus in the morning, and it was getting dark when I got home in the afternoon.

On the flip side, I could play tennis at eleven at night during the summer.

It was a small place, and it’s incredible how quickly things changed. We found out sometime maybe early in the Spring that the post an hour south was closing within six months, and the one where my dad was stationed was closing within eighteen?

What else do I remember?

Music. Grunge (Nirvana, Pearl Jam), Rap (NWA, Geto Boys)…..

Can you honestly tell me that Still isn’t earworming you right now?

I had a drink. I smoked a cigarette (so maybe it wa smore than an a….).

But, by and large, I stayed out of trouble, amazinly enough.

I despared about the Saints. I seriously wondered if the Royals would ever win another World Series.

I dreamed about what I might like to do when I was older.

If someone had told me that I’d spend almost a decade working in TV and radio, I would have laughed. Unless it was on AFN, maybe.

I probably wouldn’t have been surprised I’d married. I probably would be surprised I’d gotten into two really bad work situations in a row.

Nobody offered me cupcakes, so I wrote. What can I say? It’s what I do.

I apologize in advance for the flippant prompt. I wasn’t thinking when I came up with it. The Eleventh hour of the Eleventh day of the Eleventh month holds incredible significance for what happened almost a hundred years ago.

Nobody who fought is still alive. There are only a few people who remember it.

Several of the military folks with whom I wokr didn’t know why Veterans’ Day is always November 11th.

To me, though, World War I was probably the most important war of the 20th Century. Its effects are still affecting events today. Other than one great-grandfather, who was an Army Lieutenant, I don’t know much of my family’s involvement.

Living a few blocks away from this during college might have sparked some of my interest – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newport_News_Victory_Arch

Given that the Eighteenth Amendment was working its way through the states at the time, maybe the prompt is somewhat relevant after all…….

Libations. Do you partake? What has been in your glass recently?

Yes, when I have access and money. Lately, though, I’ve cut back a lot. Part of it is access. Part of it is lack of desire. Maybe that’s medication-related. Who knows?

When I do have something, however, it’s normally to accompany a meal.

Apertitf (Martini, Manhattan, Sazerac, etc.)
Something with the meal (beer or wine)
Digestif (occasionally, but more often another glass of whatever I had with dinner)

I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve drank to alter my state of consciousness.

And, of course, there’s a few times where I’ve let things get out-of-hand by accident…..

As for what I like these days? With my partial hipster vibe going on (yes, I have a beard right now….), I like local microbrews. When I got laid off beginning of last year, I tried drinking on the cheap. It wasn’t satisfying.

Not a big PBR fan, and too bald to grow my hair long enough for a ManBun(TM).

Something else I fail at.

And that’s okay.

What are some qualities of bad bosses? What would you not do if you were supervising others? (No, I won’t aks for you to make your worst bosses, but you can write about why they sucked.)

Worst Qualities:
1. Lack of sympathy comes immediately to mind. I understand that my situation is odd for many people. Hell, it’s odd for me! I don’t expect empathy; quit trying. Your situation is likely nothing at all like mine, so you have no idea. To quote Coach Mora, “you think you know, but you don’t know.” And I hope you never will I’m not being unreliable on purpose. If I need extra time off, or am having trouble doing something, I’m getting better at admitting it.
2. Unwillingness to take a wholistic appropach The little things do matter, but they’re ultimely less important than the whole. Something that is utterly bad might have all those little things that you think are important. Does it really do the job? Sticking with the football comparison, George Allen used to talk about Sonny Jurgensen’s passes versus Billy Kilmer’s; he thought they won more games with Kilmer under center. This was one of the big things I ran into with one job; having a perfectly-startched shirt was more important than putting out a good, correct product.
3. Abusing your subordinates in front of others to make yourself seem competent. Yelling at someone just makes you an asshole, unless there’s something life-or-death at stake. Very little of the work I do rises to that level. If I screw soemthing up, which I do more often than I’d like, take me aside, and say it in private. The same goes for written evaluations; if you dish it out, be prepared for me to disagree. If you do not afford me that opportunity, I’m going to snark about it when I’m forced to sign something “accepting” it. No, I don’t accept it, and I can tell you you’re why you’re wrong if you give me the opportunity.
4. Unwillingness to attribute anything. A “meeting” without an agenda, an attandence sheet, or minutes didn’t happen.
5. Unwillingness to own up to your own mistakes. You screw up. I’ve already told you that I do, too. I don’t harp on your mistakes, and am willing to move on if you own up to your own shortcomings. Listen, I’m not a Red Sox fan, and you’re not Bill Buckner.
6. Being dishonest about compensation. I do realize that I’m in the current position I’m in because I pissed off someone who’s now in Federal Pound-Me-In-The-Ass prison. I may be younger than you; I’m not a rookie.
7. Putting your own need for a quick buck ahead of the customer’s needs, and demands. If the customer doesn’t understand what he actually needs, do the damn research, and convince him. If you, and your employees aren’t 100% sold on your individual solution, it’s probably not the right solution.

I’m sure I could go on and on with those, but I’m tired today.

So, what would I do if I was supervising people.

1. Offer suggestions instead of bark orders. If I can explain why/how doing something differently might be better, I think I’m more likely to get cooperation.
2. Figure out what someone really cares about in his work, and let him concentrate on that.
3. Understand the bigger picture. One of the bits in Office Space was the new motto, “is this good for the company?” No, is this good for the customer, first. Second, is this good for the quality of the work? Maybe something’s different than what you’re accustomed to; maybe there’s a reason why what your’e accustomed to has fallen out of favor?

Much like the bad thngs, I could go on and on about the things I’d do. That said, my dinner is getting cold.

Where do you think you’ll be this time next year?

i honestly have to say that I really don’t have any idea.

There’s so many irons in the fire, I don’t know which one will heat up enough to use first. That may make me have to move. Working from home, something else in Tidewater, DC, Cleveland, Buffalo, NYC, and…? Some are more lucrative than others.

Obviously, the first two have benefits that aren’t really quantifiable.

What I do know is that I’m tired of being in a situation where I’m woefully underpaid, and publicly berated almost every day.

Write a bit about what you do on a “normal” day. Where are you? What are you doing? Are you satisfied with the situation?

This is a bit of an appropriate prompt, because I haven’t had a “normal” day since the beginning of last year.

This situation I’m in has me so out-of-sorts that there’s just nothing to say.

During the week, I’m normally booked into my prison assignment around 0700, and stay there until someone can give me a ride out. Normally, that’s by about 1615, though sometimes I do have to work later.

I’ve never settled into a routine, nor do I really want to, because this is going to be done soon.

One day, some day soon, I’ll have something more substantial to write about. I look forward to that day. Almost as much as I’m looking forward to some downtime/quality time with my wife.

My wife and I were talking this weekend about whether I’d made a mistake taking this job. No. The one with the four-letter, yes.

But, as I said, it’ll be over sooner rather than later.

Back in NoJoMo for 2013, I listed writing as one of the things that used to scare me, but I’ve gotten over it.

I also despaired about how bad some of my old stuff sucked. My writing still sucks. My blog still sucks. But I really don’t care. I write in my journal/blog/diary/whatever for me.

Whatever feedback I get is lagniappe. I do go back and read my drivel on occasion. I try to remember what my state of mind was, and analyze it.

Was I wrong to have felt the way I did?
Was something else about to happen that I was completely blind to?

2013 kinda drives that last one home; had I known how I was about to be unceremoniously dumped, I wouldn’t have been trying as hard as I was to be a good “team player.” And I wouldn’t have been as complacent as I was away at Shmoocon 2014.

Too often the past few years I’ve sold myself short. How many tesn of thousands fo dollars has that cost me?

I’m certainly not the same go-getter I was in, say, 2008. But there isn’t a reason I should be earning less money than I was then.

5. Write about your siblings. How many do you have? What’s the age difference between you and them? Tell a bit about where they live, and what they do.

Yes, this one is a bit of a cop-out; I’ve had one brother for the past 33 years (today). I am a little more than three years his senior.

He did a lot of the things I didn’t want to do when I was younger. I bear no ill will about it. I chose my path, and I’m happy with who I am. Yes, he probably earns a lot more money than I do. Yes, he’s been a lot places I haven’t. Even if we’d done exactly the same things, I don’t know that I would have ended up where he is. I’m okay with that.

Or, to put it another way, I really don’t want to live where he lives. I’m thankful I haven’t had to deal with some of the things he’s had to deal with, either.

As for what he does, well, he puts the air in pingpong balls. I do lose him sometimes on the higher math work he does. I’d bet he would say the same of my bureaucratic prowess. He works for a legendary company in an interesting-sounding place. I probably wouldn’t fit in there.

And I’m not married to a Cowboys’ fan……

I have four relatives’ birthdays in the next five days. I’m blaming Valentine’s Day. Do you have any relatives with birthdays in early November? Write a bit about each of them.
1. Today. A quarter of my genes. Used to like to fish, but sold the boat long ago. Still hanging in there, despite many years.
2. Today. THe only one of the three left, now. Didn’t expect that this time last year, but… Doesn’t talk much due to health issues.
3. Tomorrow. Only person on earth who shares my DNA. I’m wondering if his facial hair growth patterns are as strange as mine. And, with that, I’ve reveled gender. That’s fine. And I’m leaving out my little jibe, here.
4. Sunday. I have half the genes. Much like me, still working, though less reason than I’ve got. Half the genes of two of the others here.

So, that’s that.

It’s the first Monday of the month. Please rank the level of sucktitude on a scale of 1 to 100, then describe your plans for the day.

The answer, of course, is eight.

Why so low?

1. THE ROYALS WON THE WORLD SERIES
2. What’s making my life at miserable at work isn’t here. So, there’s that.

I am very tired, as that game didn’t finish until almost 2am. yawn

Am I surprised by all this? Certainly. I didn’t think it was possible, in this world of uncapped salaries, for a small-market team like Kansas City to put together a competetitive team.

They did.

Would the story hav eeen different if they’d been playing in the AL East? Maybe. It’s very difficult to compete with NYC, Boston money.

Otherwise, I don’t have a lot to say today.

I’m refamiliarizing myself with “The FAR,” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federal_Acquisition_Regulation) even though it seems as none of the higher-ups give a fuck about it.

I’m going to do what’s right, not what’s expident. If you want to fire me because of that, please bring it. I’m sure some folks in the trial law field will enjoy having me as a client…..

sigh

So there’s that.