Relationships are complicated, and any man who is thinking of boiling them down to a formula is ignorant. To have a relationship with someone is to allow oneself to be hurt. A lot. Relationships involve much give and take, and most successful ones involve more give than take. A person attempting a successful relationship must make decisions that can alter the future within a matter of seconds. Conversations and actions are at the very core of sturdy relationships. Things one says are of utmost importance. Actions are of even higher consequence than words. If actions have not backed words up often enough, the integrity of the offender is diminished. Once trust is broken it takes more effort each time to bring it back. Unlike breaking bones, the more the trust in a relationship is broken, the weaker it is when regrown. This is why a person attempting a successful relationship must practice self-evaluation. Along with this self-evaluation one must be willing to evaluate the needs and reactions of the partner to determine what words and actions of the self must change in order for the trust and faith in a relationship to continue. This evaluation should be practiced with honesty. If one practices these evaluations in order to present a false image of oneself, an image the partner has indicated she needs, the deceit of the person practicing the deception will eventually be found out. When deceit of this magnitude is discovered, there may be no returning to the former trust of the relationship. This is something worth avoiding, and is why one must give an honest representation of oneself to his partner. If one lies, it is best to uncover the lie as quickly as possible. The more time a lie is allowed to sit and stagnate, the more putrid it will be when discovered. This is similar to allowing a dead rat to remain under the couch. Over time the overpowering stench of decay will give its location away. It is easier to dispose of a freshly deceased rat, than one that has been allowed to decay. There will no doubt be permanent stains if this is allowed to take place. Yet such deceit is part of human nature. Even though we understand how horrifyingly destructive these evils can be to a relationship, we continually practice them. Pride will oft times be the underlying motive. We would prefer to be the “good guy,” retaining as unblemished an exterior as is possible. We control these situations by keeping our mouth shut, and shoving the rat under a basket.
Monday, December 6, 2010
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Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Life of Ease and Frustration: Water Flows Downhill
I am tired and filled with caffeine. My head feels jittery, like my arms. There is a dullness in my brain from lack of good sleep. Yesterday, Marquis called us. He talked to us both on subjects ranging from National Novel Writing Month to (the One Who Must Not Be Named). I am interested in writing a novel,and have been for my whole memorable life. The problem, as Anna said last night, is I'm a realist. I tell myself I'm over criticism. That is false though, as I continue battling it on a daily basis. Even though I continue to follow my own path, paranoia trails me in close second. I'm paranoid right now, continually looking over my shoulders. Is Chris in here? Is Josh looking over here? Talking about me? Yesterday I was paranoid became I wanted to listen to the news on my MP3 player. I even asked Josh if anybody would care if I did. He said no. I continued feeling Yes. I'm so anal about some things, and its beginning to drive me crazy. I keep wanting to read over what I've written, looking for mistakes. At home, I'll tell Anna how something she's done can be done better. You know that doesn't go over well sometimes. Even if I were to attempt to write a novel, during NNWM I would have extreme difficulty continuing to write. I've always had problems continuing something I've started. I like new things, and starting new things, but have the lowest level of commitment to them of anyone I know. It may be my greatest downfall in life. I lack discipline. I lack self-confidence and self-control. I am water.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Interview Prep
Just for everyone's FYI I'm going to begin an interview process that includes: the interview, a write up, and a post of the write up. I've been thinking about how to do it, and would like some feedback as to the options I've come up with. Options: Create a totally different website for this body of work that includes audio footage, transcripts of the interviews, and write ups of them; Create a different blogger/blog spot for the interview write ups; or simply post them on this site. I've already conducted the first interview, but have been sitting on it for a couple weeks now. I'm hoping to attain some motivation to revisit.
Thanks for your cooperation.
Thanks for your cooperation.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
A Selection of Back-logs
"He didn't even know he was destroying her life. In fact, if he had known the effect of it all, he would never have continued." Most human beings will not consciously hurt each other, but do, and deceive themselves in thinking they do not. They would rather consider their own lives than those of others. Family and friends are pushed to the side when one is consumed by selfishness. It is a sickness. A silent, slow killer.
(Friday)
This morning is a late morning. In bed this morning I dreamed Opp. J and I were trying to get to work using a shortcut. We ended up being lost. I left the house a few minutes late and got behind a school bus on the way to work. The bus stopped twice. At both stops a kid ended up running to the bus because of being late. At work, I'm now surrounded by all the parts that I have to run. Every day the pile gets bigger, and I get farther behind. Sometimes somebody helps me catch up, sometimes not.
Opp. J is late.
2 Timothy
As Christians (Christ-followers) we are to be strong. We're not called to be side liners, but rather are compared to soldiers in active service. As soldiers we are not to participate in civilian life. We have duty to attend to.
(A confession)
I feel like its time to do some soul searching. I feel... guilty all the time, distracted, and my eyes have wandered off the goal. I have no current purpose driving my life. I lie and cheat. I can't keep anything I say to God. I claim Him as Father but don't act like His Son. I've been adopted into His family but still act like an outsider. It means something to be a part of this family, but I've been ignoring those who love me most. I have a guilty conscious even though the one who took me in said I was accepted just as I am. "In my house there is no condemnation," he said, "You are free." I don't act like I know this though. I continue to follow my flesh. I am selfish, and didn't realize how much it was hurting these people that care about me. What can I do or say to make Him trust me? How can he trust me when I don't even trust myself? I should come with a warning: "This man cannot be trusted."
It scares me that the more I learn about people the more anti-social I become. The more I learn about them, the more I observe, the less I seem to understand. People are not formulaic. Not in any sense of the word. How can I build characters? There's just so much complexity. Too many reasons why people do the things they do, and think the things they think. Some people are just too simple. I don't understand how they can be so easy. I can't tack down their motivations. All this is purely from observation though. It's hard enough to be yourself much less try to be someone else.
There are things I need to define, like what I want out of life. You can't just spend all your time walking around purposeless, waiting for goo d things to happen to you, and angry when bad things do.
(Notes from Church, please comment on questions asked, if you feel you have a good answer.)
"The Power of the Cross"--->frequently used metaphor. What does it mean? The stone was rolled away not to let Jesus out, but to show us He wasn't there--->"The Glory of God." What does it mean to accept Jesus as your Savior? What does one have to do? What does one not have to do? The command from God--->"Let your body die so you can rise again in three days." How does Jesus meeting and feasting with His disciples show the "Glory of God? "Jesus got up so you and I could get in." Priests would die if they had sin in their life upon entering the Holy of Holies, now we can access God without dying. Still, this can only happen if we are sinless. That, is what He did. Why continue to use the KJV? Somber faces. We need powerful Christians, not sideliners. Not "churchy" Christians. Don't hide what we know--->The Great Commission.
(Friday)
This morning is a late morning. In bed this morning I dreamed Opp. J and I were trying to get to work using a shortcut. We ended up being lost. I left the house a few minutes late and got behind a school bus on the way to work. The bus stopped twice. At both stops a kid ended up running to the bus because of being late. At work, I'm now surrounded by all the parts that I have to run. Every day the pile gets bigger, and I get farther behind. Sometimes somebody helps me catch up, sometimes not.
Opp. J is late.
2 Timothy
As Christians (Christ-followers) we are to be strong. We're not called to be side liners, but rather are compared to soldiers in active service. As soldiers we are not to participate in civilian life. We have duty to attend to.
(A confession)
I feel like its time to do some soul searching. I feel... guilty all the time, distracted, and my eyes have wandered off the goal. I have no current purpose driving my life. I lie and cheat. I can't keep anything I say to God. I claim Him as Father but don't act like His Son. I've been adopted into His family but still act like an outsider. It means something to be a part of this family, but I've been ignoring those who love me most. I have a guilty conscious even though the one who took me in said I was accepted just as I am. "In my house there is no condemnation," he said, "You are free." I don't act like I know this though. I continue to follow my flesh. I am selfish, and didn't realize how much it was hurting these people that care about me. What can I do or say to make Him trust me? How can he trust me when I don't even trust myself? I should come with a warning: "This man cannot be trusted."
It scares me that the more I learn about people the more anti-social I become. The more I learn about them, the more I observe, the less I seem to understand. People are not formulaic. Not in any sense of the word. How can I build characters? There's just so much complexity. Too many reasons why people do the things they do, and think the things they think. Some people are just too simple. I don't understand how they can be so easy. I can't tack down their motivations. All this is purely from observation though. It's hard enough to be yourself much less try to be someone else.
There are things I need to define, like what I want out of life. You can't just spend all your time walking around purposeless, waiting for goo d things to happen to you, and angry when bad things do.
(Notes from Church, please comment on questions asked, if you feel you have a good answer.)
"The Power of the Cross"--->frequently used metaphor. What does it mean? The stone was rolled away not to let Jesus out, but to show us He wasn't there--->"The Glory of God." What does it mean to accept Jesus as your Savior? What does one have to do? What does one not have to do? The command from God--->"Let your body die so you can rise again in three days." How does Jesus meeting and feasting with His disciples show the "Glory of God? "Jesus got up so you and I could get in." Priests would die if they had sin in their life upon entering the Holy of Holies, now we can access God without dying. Still, this can only happen if we are sinless. That, is what He did. Why continue to use the KJV? Somber faces. We need powerful Christians, not sideliners. Not "churchy" Christians. Don't hide what we know--->The Great Commission.
Plain, Brown and Recycled
Writing:
Thinking is easy, but thoughts only last for moments. No one can benefit from thoughts unless these thoughts cause some action. One of the most effective forms of thought-to-action is writing. Writing a thought down makes it concrete. Unless that piece of paper is burned, or that electronic document destroyed, those thoughts will last there forever. Now if you want your thoughts to really be effective, take time to edit what you've written and find a way to either publish it, or duplicate it for mass consumption. The more people that read your thought, the more concrete and real it becomes, with less chances of being destroyed. Hording thoughts and deciding to keep them to yourself, is the fastest way to destroy them.
Fight and Write.
Help Prevent Thought Decay. Write.
Thinking is easy, but thoughts only last for moments. No one can benefit from thoughts unless these thoughts cause some action. One of the most effective forms of thought-to-action is writing. Writing a thought down makes it concrete. Unless that piece of paper is burned, or that electronic document destroyed, those thoughts will last there forever. Now if you want your thoughts to really be effective, take time to edit what you've written and find a way to either publish it, or duplicate it for mass consumption. The more people that read your thought, the more concrete and real it becomes, with less chances of being destroyed. Hording thoughts and deciding to keep them to yourself, is the fastest way to destroy them.
Fight and Write.
Help Prevent Thought Decay. Write.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Missing Posts
So I guess I can no longer blog via my phone... :( ... it was such a convenient option too. So because my last two posts turned out to be garbled nonsense, I'll re post them both in this one.
A few days ago...
"So how will we get our employees to do exactly what we won't... Anybody?" Looks around room, then points at a raised hand, "Yes, Mike?" The man pauses, seemingly unsure of his answer. "Uh, negative reinforcement?" *SLAMS fist on table* "That's exactly right! Now get crackin' people!"
Yesterday...
I'm ready to get out of here. This morning Big C stopped by my desk and asked if there was anything new with me. "No," I said, "not that I can think of." I've been depressed ever since. There should be something new. There should be a new job somewhere new where I should be starting my new career.
And now we're current.
In other news, I finished reading "1984" for the second time today. Intriguing and quite a downer. Exquisitely written though. I can't really think well enough to review it though.
A few days ago...
"So how will we get our employees to do exactly what we won't... Anybody?" Looks around room, then points at a raised hand, "Yes, Mike?" The man pauses, seemingly unsure of his answer. "Uh, negative reinforcement?" *SLAMS fist on table* "That's exactly right! Now get crackin' people!"
Yesterday...
I'm ready to get out of here. This morning Big C stopped by my desk and asked if there was anything new with me. "No," I said, "not that I can think of." I've been depressed ever since. There should be something new. There should be a new job somewhere new where I should be starting my new career.
And now we're current.
In other news, I finished reading "1984" for the second time today. Intriguing and quite a downer. Exquisitely written though. I can't really think well enough to review it though.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Mysteries Revealed
I had one of those moments today at work where you realize you've been duped. Maybe not purposefully by everyone, or someone in specific, but a duping has happened. I suppose you could say that something is not what it seemed. Why am I surprised though. At this point in my life, I'm finding that out around every corner. The trickster has been falling down on his job lately as the blindfolds just keep coming off.
Ever since I started working where I work, items have turned up missing, seemingly overnight most of the time. I was told there are operators who steal here and there, or have been prone to stealing in the past. I also found out at some point last year that our employment seems to be a "second chance" employment (meaning there are a lot of operators who once were in jail). All this to say, there's plausible reasoning for suspecting them.
Today however, I found out that Mr. Puerto Rico looks to have been the thief for some of these items. While working around his area when he was on the floor blending, I looked through his toolbox (a three leveled set of metallic drawers, and no I wasn't looking for something to steal) and saw that he had more debur knives than he should need, two boxes of pens and quite a few of what looked to be the missing gauge blocks (there's a story behind each item).
Ok ready... story time...
Debur knives: These are red handled with a curved removable blade at the end, made for the purpose of taking excess metal off the edges of parts. Upon becoming the main CMM Operator on first shift, I decided I wanted things to be more orderly and neat, with things having a proper place. I actually went to the tool crib and got two debur knives, because ours had went missing too many times to count. I put these debur knives in the second drawer, and hoped to see them there on a regular basis. Unfortunately, other people don't see the order you've created, and seem to live to make a mess out of it, and there were plenty of times after this that I saw the debur knives left out on our carts (areas used to stage and clean parts). So naturally I thought the knives were disappearing into the hands of operators because of being in plain view. It turns out this may or may not have ever been the case, as the alternative may or may not be the case.
Two boxes of pens: So the amount doesn't matter, but what does is that pens are always in short supply where I work. People are always asking to borrow pens, and the supply we are shipped seems to run low extremely fast. Well, up til now I blamed you know who, when it may have actually been you know who. (Way to make a long story short eh?)
Missing gauge blocks: Thee blocks have numbers on them representing how thick they are. They're used in calibration of some of our instruments, or in tandem with our instruments to help measure a part. Well, I had used a .150 and a .125 gauge block to set up a part with. These blocks went missing overnight. The next day I resorted to using a .145 and .120 gauge blocks, with .005 shims as substitutions for the missing amount. well, these two go missing (or seems to have in my mind at this moment) soon afterwards. Operators use gauge blocks in helping to calibrate/set up their machines sometimes, so I naturally thought one of them may have taken them... well, I was probably duped on that one too.
A few other things that go on, that seem... just not right to me: Ms. Y is supposed to check the finish on parts after blending gets through with them. She's also supposed to check the rework, then get us to check after her. Two things: A) Mr. Puerto Rico's handwriting tends to be on many of the shop orders I look at, before rechecking the part. He leaves out indications of which areas may be thick, how thick etc. and instead puts generalities like "thick walls, recheck in QC after blend." Wonderful! Now which walls. You see now I have to check them all. Problem is, why am I checking something that he should be checking... answer: because he's rude enough to scare Ms. Y into trying to spread it around in QC, getting Opp. J to check something for a few months, and apparently its my turn now. Problem B) She should check them before getting me to check. Within those words lies a misconception. She thinks those words means that everytime she checks something that's been marked thick, she needs to bring it in for me to recheck. What she's missing is that she needs to get blending to take that thickness off if she knows it's obviously thick. She doesn't need me to see that. I'm there to check after she thinks it's good, so I can find a spot that she may have missed.
Thanks for tuning in to Mystery Theater tonight. I hope I won't have to do this more often. Maybe next time I'll have something positive to talk about, or just something different.
Ever since I started working where I work, items have turned up missing, seemingly overnight most of the time. I was told there are operators who steal here and there, or have been prone to stealing in the past. I also found out at some point last year that our employment seems to be a "second chance" employment (meaning there are a lot of operators who once were in jail). All this to say, there's plausible reasoning for suspecting them.
Today however, I found out that Mr. Puerto Rico looks to have been the thief for some of these items. While working around his area when he was on the floor blending, I looked through his toolbox (a three leveled set of metallic drawers, and no I wasn't looking for something to steal) and saw that he had more debur knives than he should need, two boxes of pens and quite a few of what looked to be the missing gauge blocks (there's a story behind each item).
Ok ready... story time...
Debur knives: These are red handled with a curved removable blade at the end, made for the purpose of taking excess metal off the edges of parts. Upon becoming the main CMM Operator on first shift, I decided I wanted things to be more orderly and neat, with things having a proper place. I actually went to the tool crib and got two debur knives, because ours had went missing too many times to count. I put these debur knives in the second drawer, and hoped to see them there on a regular basis. Unfortunately, other people don't see the order you've created, and seem to live to make a mess out of it, and there were plenty of times after this that I saw the debur knives left out on our carts (areas used to stage and clean parts). So naturally I thought the knives were disappearing into the hands of operators because of being in plain view. It turns out this may or may not have ever been the case, as the alternative may or may not be the case.
Two boxes of pens: So the amount doesn't matter, but what does is that pens are always in short supply where I work. People are always asking to borrow pens, and the supply we are shipped seems to run low extremely fast. Well, up til now I blamed you know who, when it may have actually been you know who. (Way to make a long story short eh?)
Missing gauge blocks: Thee blocks have numbers on them representing how thick they are. They're used in calibration of some of our instruments, or in tandem with our instruments to help measure a part. Well, I had used a .150 and a .125 gauge block to set up a part with. These blocks went missing overnight. The next day I resorted to using a .145 and .120 gauge blocks, with .005 shims as substitutions for the missing amount. well, these two go missing (or seems to have in my mind at this moment) soon afterwards. Operators use gauge blocks in helping to calibrate/set up their machines sometimes, so I naturally thought one of them may have taken them... well, I was probably duped on that one too.
A few other things that go on, that seem... just not right to me: Ms. Y is supposed to check the finish on parts after blending gets through with them. She's also supposed to check the rework, then get us to check after her. Two things: A) Mr. Puerto Rico's handwriting tends to be on many of the shop orders I look at, before rechecking the part. He leaves out indications of which areas may be thick, how thick etc. and instead puts generalities like "thick walls, recheck in QC after blend." Wonderful! Now which walls. You see now I have to check them all. Problem is, why am I checking something that he should be checking... answer: because he's rude enough to scare Ms. Y into trying to spread it around in QC, getting Opp. J to check something for a few months, and apparently its my turn now. Problem B) She should check them before getting me to check. Within those words lies a misconception. She thinks those words means that everytime she checks something that's been marked thick, she needs to bring it in for me to recheck. What she's missing is that she needs to get blending to take that thickness off if she knows it's obviously thick. She doesn't need me to see that. I'm there to check after she thinks it's good, so I can find a spot that she may have missed.
Thanks for tuning in to Mystery Theater tonight. I hope I won't have to do this more often. Maybe next time I'll have something positive to talk about, or just something different.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Password Hack?
I could not get into my google account earlier, and of course my natural reaction is to think someone hacked my account. I'd like to think there's nobody out there that really cares that much, but I get the feeling it doesn't matter who you are to these agents of chaos.
I'm not just spouting out some nonsense with this "agents of chaos" stuff either. I've known people that seem to thrive uncreating (Newspeak word). I used to work with a guy, when I worked campus safety back in college, who would turn the nameplates on classroom doors upside down. I also seem to currently work with a few of them.
There are other agents of chaos in our lives, especially besides people, that excel in creating havoc in how we perceive our world. The Bible actually says, and we seem to forget this all the time, that we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the principalities of darkness. Somehow though, it's easier to blame other people for our problems. Easier to see their problems written all over the place. Easier to push our problems to the background in favor of this practice, and choosing any other distraction when the time comes to sit quietly thinking about who we are, and what we need to do for improvement.
There's a couple things that are on my mind tonight. A) We only have today. We cannot bend the future or past to do our bidding. We cannot change either, and therefore are charged with the great responsibility of doing the best we can with our present circumstances. Much of how we enjoy our day, for instance, is tied into how we perceive others, our circumstances, and whether we allow either to control how we react to life. Those two things are something we have little control over. Other people will (count on these words) fail you, and end up saying something that could potentially hurt you in the long term, or simply ruin your day. Also, circumstances are unstable. They have the ability to spin out of control in a matter of seconds and minutes. The sooner we can come to terms with how little we can control the world around us, the sooner we can concentrate on the important thing: How we react to these things, and even before that, how we head off the tailspins within us before they start.
The other thing I've been thinking about is something I wrote at work yesterday:
We care too much, as followers of Christ, about what other people think and care concerning us. There are a few things to think of in this area: A) Unlike Jesus, we can't read people's minds to know what they think of us. Even when He knew, though, did He take offense at what they were thinking concerning Him? Did He get defensive? B) Jesus let people ensnare Him and use false witnesses against Him, but through it all did not take a stand for Himself. Even when Pilot asked Him if He was the Son of God, His only answer was "I am what you say I am." The case I am referring to was a time when He chose to remain silent, accepting the blame for things He didn't do so prophecy could be fulfilled, but the crucifixion wasn't the only time when He chose to live this way. I'm going to investigate this further, but I know there is an important lesson within that we need to learn. Namely: Stop taking offense at things people say to, and about you. Bear your cross, and take your pain to God, and the faithful friends and family who love you. Don't react to what is thrown at you until you've given it thought and prayer. Learn how to let the Holy Spirit be your guide.
Upon reading through those words again, I now remember something Paul said, and would like to paraphrase it a bit: "I take joy in being ridiculed, persecuted, despised, and spat upon for his name's sake."
We are God's children. We're not beaten down, defeated nobody's. We have natural talents, but above all we've been given the ability to love those around us, through whatever they do to us. We need to live every day like it is the only day we've been given.
I know we've all heard it before, but it's something somebody needs to keep reminding us. What say we begin to remind ourselves of these things, and live up to our namesake.
I'm not just spouting out some nonsense with this "agents of chaos" stuff either. I've known people that seem to thrive uncreating (Newspeak word). I used to work with a guy, when I worked campus safety back in college, who would turn the nameplates on classroom doors upside down. I also seem to currently work with a few of them.
There are other agents of chaos in our lives, especially besides people, that excel in creating havoc in how we perceive our world. The Bible actually says, and we seem to forget this all the time, that we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the principalities of darkness. Somehow though, it's easier to blame other people for our problems. Easier to see their problems written all over the place. Easier to push our problems to the background in favor of this practice, and choosing any other distraction when the time comes to sit quietly thinking about who we are, and what we need to do for improvement.
There's a couple things that are on my mind tonight. A) We only have today. We cannot bend the future or past to do our bidding. We cannot change either, and therefore are charged with the great responsibility of doing the best we can with our present circumstances. Much of how we enjoy our day, for instance, is tied into how we perceive others, our circumstances, and whether we allow either to control how we react to life. Those two things are something we have little control over. Other people will (count on these words) fail you, and end up saying something that could potentially hurt you in the long term, or simply ruin your day. Also, circumstances are unstable. They have the ability to spin out of control in a matter of seconds and minutes. The sooner we can come to terms with how little we can control the world around us, the sooner we can concentrate on the important thing: How we react to these things, and even before that, how we head off the tailspins within us before they start.
The other thing I've been thinking about is something I wrote at work yesterday:
We care too much, as followers of Christ, about what other people think and care concerning us. There are a few things to think of in this area: A) Unlike Jesus, we can't read people's minds to know what they think of us. Even when He knew, though, did He take offense at what they were thinking concerning Him? Did He get defensive? B) Jesus let people ensnare Him and use false witnesses against Him, but through it all did not take a stand for Himself. Even when Pilot asked Him if He was the Son of God, His only answer was "I am what you say I am." The case I am referring to was a time when He chose to remain silent, accepting the blame for things He didn't do so prophecy could be fulfilled, but the crucifixion wasn't the only time when He chose to live this way. I'm going to investigate this further, but I know there is an important lesson within that we need to learn. Namely: Stop taking offense at things people say to, and about you. Bear your cross, and take your pain to God, and the faithful friends and family who love you. Don't react to what is thrown at you until you've given it thought and prayer. Learn how to let the Holy Spirit be your guide.
Upon reading through those words again, I now remember something Paul said, and would like to paraphrase it a bit: "I take joy in being ridiculed, persecuted, despised, and spat upon for his name's sake."
We are God's children. We're not beaten down, defeated nobody's. We have natural talents, but above all we've been given the ability to love those around us, through whatever they do to us. We need to live every day like it is the only day we've been given.
I know we've all heard it before, but it's something somebody needs to keep reminding us. What say we begin to remind ourselves of these things, and live up to our namesake.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Where's My Stapler
*Begin Transmission*
I was one of those naive people who think they're going to be getting a job in what they majored in; which is why they make you choose one to begin with. Instead of working with words, for a whole year and a half now I've been doing anything but. Only recently have I begun to feel the void, and thus my cry of help.
I work as a CMM Operator. I have a feeling most people have never heard of that, so I suppose I'll dish out a quick explanation (its funny how I've felt like writing this all day until now... me and blogs have never had long term relationships). The term basically refers to a Coordinate Measuring Machine, and the ones I run are used to measure airplane parts, which are either made of titanium or aluminum. Our measurement system is English, and just about everything measured is below an inch... within thousandths to hundred thousandths of an inch. Yeah... that means we have to be very specific, and thus the need for machines that measure specificity s like that. Ok, explanation tiring. Even proper sentence structure tiring.
I suppose that's something I should mention. Yes, I am/was an English major. No, that doesn't mean I feel I have to adhere to the practices therein. I will be writing fragments, and will probably not follow coherent streams of thought sometimes, but it'll be Ok. Try to withstand the corrective urges that seem to exist in our "educated society." So let's begin, shall we?
Rounds of golf played this year to date: 0
Rounds of golf played last year: 0
The year before: probably 5 or more
I was a Caddie then. Can say that was fun, but not very profitable in the short amount of time I dabbled. Am having fun now butchering sentences.
Number of times the F word was used at work today: surprisingly none that I can... oh wait... let's allow for: at least once
Number of times the F word is usually used at work: too numerous to count, but gotta remember to bring one of those clickers to work one day to find out.
Quotes of the Day:
Me: "If I were Rich, I'd play a lot of golf too." Story behind this particular quote of the day: Opp. J mentioned to me that Rich (our plant manager) plays a lot of golf. I thought it'd be funny to bring up earlier quote. He didn't get the word play.
I gotta say that something I noticed early upon being hired was that most of the people at my job act like a bunch of overgrown children. Case or cases in point:
Mr. Puerto Rico likes to whistle. The problem is he whistles the same tunes over and over, day after day. Opp. J doesn't particularly enjoy whistling, and in fact hates the practice. Opp. J enjoys silence. Something he won't ever get unless they fire Mr. Puerto Rico (probably one of the guys who's been here the longest). Mr. Puerto Rico knowingly whistles things like the "nana nana boo boo" tune because of Opp. J's hatred of the abominable practice. (Btw, I also enjoy whistling while I work, but at least try to keep the tunes varied. A fact that still cannot be appreciated by Opp. J).
Mr. W is the CMM Programmer of our bunch. He's been looking for another job (as has probably %70 of the Quality department) since being hired. He knows he's better than his pay (I suppose we all do) and continues fishing for a company to take him on at his high level. Mr. W enjoys talking about working out with "Pharmaceutical Research" (him and Opp. J get on this topic at some point every day), planning camping trips, and cheating on his wife with a woman from our other warehouse. This man seems to think he's untouchable. When I first started working here, I thought of him as a grown up bully, because he seemed to lack the sensitivities we have taken for granted from people. He even told me he had to take sensitivity training at one of his previous jobs, a fact that is not surprising to people that have known him for just a few minutes. This guy has called me fat, and compared me with his teenage kid. He gets angry too easy, and I'm sure he'll get fired before he can quit.
There are plenty more such issues that I'll probably bring up in later issues, ready to change the subject now though.
Oh yeah, talk about a weird moment. Have you ever had your boss just burst through the door, walk quickly over to your desk, and look over what you're currently doing? That happened to me today, and it was one of the weirdest experiences I've had with him. I'm just sitting there typing into my "reporting status" document, when I hear the door open, footsteps, and he's there. Right beside me looking at my document. No "hey John, whatcha doing?" or anything. Just there. He then turned and started walking away, at which point I ask "Like what you see?" of which he responds with what sounded like "yeah."
*End Transmission*
I was one of those naive people who think they're going to be getting a job in what they majored in; which is why they make you choose one to begin with. Instead of working with words, for a whole year and a half now I've been doing anything but. Only recently have I begun to feel the void, and thus my cry of help.
I work as a CMM Operator. I have a feeling most people have never heard of that, so I suppose I'll dish out a quick explanation (its funny how I've felt like writing this all day until now... me and blogs have never had long term relationships). The term basically refers to a Coordinate Measuring Machine, and the ones I run are used to measure airplane parts, which are either made of titanium or aluminum. Our measurement system is English, and just about everything measured is below an inch... within thousandths to hundred thousandths of an inch. Yeah... that means we have to be very specific, and thus the need for machines that measure specificity s like that. Ok, explanation tiring. Even proper sentence structure tiring.
I suppose that's something I should mention. Yes, I am/was an English major. No, that doesn't mean I feel I have to adhere to the practices therein. I will be writing fragments, and will probably not follow coherent streams of thought sometimes, but it'll be Ok. Try to withstand the corrective urges that seem to exist in our "educated society." So let's begin, shall we?
Rounds of golf played this year to date: 0
Rounds of golf played last year: 0
The year before: probably 5 or more
I was a Caddie then. Can say that was fun, but not very profitable in the short amount of time I dabbled. Am having fun now butchering sentences.
Number of times the F word was used at work today: surprisingly none that I can... oh wait... let's allow for: at least once
Number of times the F word is usually used at work: too numerous to count, but gotta remember to bring one of those clickers to work one day to find out.
Quotes of the Day:
Me: "If I were Rich, I'd play a lot of golf too." Story behind this particular quote of the day: Opp. J mentioned to me that Rich (our plant manager) plays a lot of golf. I thought it'd be funny to bring up earlier quote. He didn't get the word play.
I gotta say that something I noticed early upon being hired was that most of the people at my job act like a bunch of overgrown children. Case or cases in point:
Mr. Puerto Rico likes to whistle. The problem is he whistles the same tunes over and over, day after day. Opp. J doesn't particularly enjoy whistling, and in fact hates the practice. Opp. J enjoys silence. Something he won't ever get unless they fire Mr. Puerto Rico (probably one of the guys who's been here the longest). Mr. Puerto Rico knowingly whistles things like the "nana nana boo boo" tune because of Opp. J's hatred of the abominable practice. (Btw, I also enjoy whistling while I work, but at least try to keep the tunes varied. A fact that still cannot be appreciated by Opp. J).
Mr. W is the CMM Programmer of our bunch. He's been looking for another job (as has probably %70 of the Quality department) since being hired. He knows he's better than his pay (I suppose we all do) and continues fishing for a company to take him on at his high level. Mr. W enjoys talking about working out with "Pharmaceutical Research" (him and Opp. J get on this topic at some point every day), planning camping trips, and cheating on his wife with a woman from our other warehouse. This man seems to think he's untouchable. When I first started working here, I thought of him as a grown up bully, because he seemed to lack the sensitivities we have taken for granted from people. He even told me he had to take sensitivity training at one of his previous jobs, a fact that is not surprising to people that have known him for just a few minutes. This guy has called me fat, and compared me with his teenage kid. He gets angry too easy, and I'm sure he'll get fired before he can quit.
There are plenty more such issues that I'll probably bring up in later issues, ready to change the subject now though.
Oh yeah, talk about a weird moment. Have you ever had your boss just burst through the door, walk quickly over to your desk, and look over what you're currently doing? That happened to me today, and it was one of the weirdest experiences I've had with him. I'm just sitting there typing into my "reporting status" document, when I hear the door open, footsteps, and he's there. Right beside me looking at my document. No "hey John, whatcha doing?" or anything. Just there. He then turned and started walking away, at which point I ask "Like what you see?" of which he responds with what sounded like "yeah."
*End Transmission*
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