This is similar, but not quite as asinine as questions from "Don't Believe What Your Mother Told You..."
A conversation that left me a bit baffled. After spending an unacceptable amount of time editing someone else's sub-par work...
Me: "This is much better please send out tonight."
Associate: "OK! Can I buzz you, I just want to make sure I send it to everyone I'm supposed to."
Me: Sigh. "Just send it to the same distro I sent the release out to."
Associate: "OK! Well, I'm not sure who that is."
Me: Pause. Hold sigh. "Look for my e-mail. If you can't find it I can just tell you."
Associate: "OK! Let me look."
2 minutes later...
Associate: "OK! I think I found it. Is it X, Y and Z?"
Me: Heavy sigh. Eye roll. "No."
-Signing off from San Francisco
Friday, February 8, 2008
Thursday, December 6, 2007
It's Gettin' Hot in Herre
The Weather Channel predicts rain today, but at a somewhat moderate 55 degrees Fahrenheit. I'd call that a little brisk but not severe enough to pull out my winter coat, gloves, scarf and earmuffs.
But apparently MUNI thinks 55 degrees warrants the heater to be blasted on high. I mean really HIGH, as in it's so fucking loud I can barely hear my iPod music even though the little dial is turned all the way up. So high, beads of sweat were forming on my forehead, neck and back.
I think MUNI also forgets one important thing: Packing 50 people on a bus generates a decent amount of body heat, which is accompanied with a nice musky filled atmosphere.
- Signing off in San Francisco
But apparently MUNI thinks 55 degrees warrants the heater to be blasted on high. I mean really HIGH, as in it's so fucking loud I can barely hear my iPod music even though the little dial is turned all the way up. So high, beads of sweat were forming on my forehead, neck and back.
I think MUNI also forgets one important thing: Packing 50 people on a bus generates a decent amount of body heat, which is accompanied with a nice musky filled atmosphere.
- Signing off in San Francisco
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
I Mean It...Seriously
I'll be the first to admit that blogging about the wonderful world of PR is a bit vapid. I mean, seriously, who really cares? (except for those that wallow in it every day, I suppose)
So today I felt the urge to blog about a topic that seriously irks me. It revolves around this question: "Are we in a culture war with the nativists?" The "we," from my perspective, being anyone non-Caucasian.
Um, silence. Something I never really thought about.
Read this editorial piece that I came across today by Ruben Navarrette who presented this thought. It discusses several valid points and disturbing examples about the saliency of racial discrimination. And not just the fact that it's wrong to discriminate, but that said question is one of the underlying fears that drive it.
"It's the perception that the country is becoming more Hispanic, that Spanish is replacing English, that Hispanic immigrants are weakening American identity, and that Main Street is turning into Little Mexico."
Ruben's above comment and POV is from the Hispanic community, but this sentiment can be applied to any racial group. More importantly, it's a paradigm of thinking for cultural hegemony, i.e. middle-class, white, Christian male.
We all tend to live in our parochial worlds, but what is supposedly unique and amazing about the good 'ole US of A is that we embrace, integrate and are made up of races/cultures/religions from all over the world. At least this is the ideology I adhere to.
My snarky attitude may give the illusion that I'm a pessimist, but don't be fooled, I am as optimistic as they come. I believe that this doesn't have to be a fallacy, HOWEVER, I'm also insanely rational and my rational brain tells me what white America really wants is to be just that. Ignorance is bliss and homogeneity allows for simple brains to lead simple lives.
OK, so we're but a baby of a Nation and in that time have come a long way, but that's not a good enough excuse to rationalize the racial injustice that happens 24/7. These acts range from the extreme (e.g. Japanese American internment camps), to the major (e.g. townspeople flatly nixing bilingual story time & insisting on English-only books in libraries), to the everyday minor (e.g. being asked "where are you from" with the expected answer NOT being "Colorado").
So do I have a point? I suppose it's as simple as awareness. It's at least somewhat encouraging to know that people are aware of the major to the subtle acts they do that advocate the belief that there's only room for one type of "we."
- Signing off from San Francisco
So today I felt the urge to blog about a topic that seriously irks me. It revolves around this question: "Are we in a culture war with the nativists?" The "we," from my perspective, being anyone non-Caucasian.
Um, silence. Something I never really thought about.
Read this editorial piece that I came across today by Ruben Navarrette who presented this thought. It discusses several valid points and disturbing examples about the saliency of racial discrimination. And not just the fact that it's wrong to discriminate, but that said question is one of the underlying fears that drive it.
"It's the perception that the country is becoming more Hispanic, that Spanish is replacing English, that Hispanic immigrants are weakening American identity, and that Main Street is turning into Little Mexico."
Ruben's above comment and POV is from the Hispanic community, but this sentiment can be applied to any racial group. More importantly, it's a paradigm of thinking for cultural hegemony, i.e. middle-class, white, Christian male.
We all tend to live in our parochial worlds, but what is supposedly unique and amazing about the good 'ole US of A is that we embrace, integrate and are made up of races/cultures/religions from all over the world. At least this is the ideology I adhere to.
My snarky attitude may give the illusion that I'm a pessimist, but don't be fooled, I am as optimistic as they come. I believe that this doesn't have to be a fallacy, HOWEVER, I'm also insanely rational and my rational brain tells me what white America really wants is to be just that. Ignorance is bliss and homogeneity allows for simple brains to lead simple lives.
OK, so we're but a baby of a Nation and in that time have come a long way, but that's not a good enough excuse to rationalize the racial injustice that happens 24/7. These acts range from the extreme (e.g. Japanese American internment camps), to the major (e.g. townspeople flatly nixing bilingual story time & insisting on English-only books in libraries), to the everyday minor (e.g. being asked "where are you from" with the expected answer NOT being "Colorado").
So do I have a point? I suppose it's as simple as awareness. It's at least somewhat encouraging to know that people are aware of the major to the subtle acts they do that advocate the belief that there's only room for one type of "we."
- Signing off from San Francisco
Thursday, November 29, 2007
No matter where I work...
... it's always about ten degrees below what I would consider comfortable. I've had four jobs now that have required me to sit and stare at a screen for long periods of time and everywhere I've been, there comes a moment when I realize that I'm about a sweater away from frostbite.
Granted, I work in Seattle now and it's far colder in the winter time than in San Francisco but seriously, folks- hasn't anyone heard of this great invention called air conditioning?
I looked it up (um, after hours, of course) and even the fucking Romans had air conditioning. It baffles me that management thinks 50 degress is the optimal working temperature for people who sit still.... and don't move... except to type.
If I can barely feel my fingers as I type this entry- and I'm rocking thick tights, a sweater and a scarf - then it's too fucking cold. If the tip of my nose can cut steel and my breath comes out in puffs of smoke - then it's too fucking cold.
If the fucking animal cast of March of the Penguins is filming in the cube next to me and my secret stash of vodka is frozen in my drawer... I think you know where I'm going with this.
Eff it. I'm setting my action item list on fire for warmth.
-Signing off in Seattle (Antarctica)
Granted, I work in Seattle now and it's far colder in the winter time than in San Francisco but seriously, folks- hasn't anyone heard of this great invention called air conditioning?
I looked it up (um, after hours, of course) and even the fucking Romans had air conditioning. It baffles me that management thinks 50 degress is the optimal working temperature for people who sit still.... and don't move... except to type.
If I can barely feel my fingers as I type this entry- and I'm rocking thick tights, a sweater and a scarf - then it's too fucking cold. If the tip of my nose can cut steel and my breath comes out in puffs of smoke - then it's too fucking cold.
If the fucking animal cast of March of the Penguins is filming in the cube next to me and my secret stash of vodka is frozen in my drawer... I think you know where I'm going with this.
Eff it. I'm setting my action item list on fire for warmth.
-Signing off in Seattle (Antarctica)
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Big Pussy
My client has these two nagging qualities that make working with him, um, somewhat difficult. These qualities are MIA-ness and being a Big Pussy (as we affectionately call him).
My frustration can succinctly be summed up in this haiku.
Where art thou BP?
Swimming with the jellyfish
Shirking all duties
- Signing off from San Francisco
My frustration can succinctly be summed up in this haiku.
Where art thou BP?
Swimming with the jellyfish
Shirking all duties
- Signing off from San Francisco
Friday, November 9, 2007
I am LAME
And here is why:
1) I started my work day - in the office - at 6:30 a.m. PT.
2) I patiently waited on a conference line for 5...10...15 minutes as my client stood me and everyone else whose time he wanted to waste.
3) Only to promptly get on another conference call at 7 a.m. PT, sharp.
4) I lead 2 teams, yet had to do a weekly coverage search, which directly leads to the last reason why I am lame...
5) Note the day: Friday. Note the current time: 8:37 p.m. PT. Note my location: still in the mother fucking office.
Peace, dudes. I am done being lame.
-Signing off from San Francisco
1) I started my work day - in the office - at 6:30 a.m. PT.
2) I patiently waited on a conference line for 5...10...15 minutes as my client stood me and everyone else whose time he wanted to waste.
3) Only to promptly get on another conference call at 7 a.m. PT, sharp.
4) I lead 2 teams, yet had to do a weekly coverage search, which directly leads to the last reason why I am lame...
5) Note the day: Friday. Note the current time: 8:37 p.m. PT. Note my location: still in the mother fucking office.
Peace, dudes. I am done being lame.
-Signing off from San Francisco
Saturday, July 21, 2007
You remember how to breathe... how?
There are groups of people in the workplace that everyone has, or will, come across. So far, San Francisco and I have written about the Eager Entitled Beaver (painfully young new hires who think the world of themselves) and the Power Rangers (folks who think their titles give them the right to act like they're beyond human).
There's another group that exists that baffles the hell out of me- the Incompetents.
The biggest compliment anyone can give you, in any job setting, is that you get it.
It.
The mystical It encompasses many things. You understand your industry, you learn by paying attention, asking questions and from your mistakes (and other people's mistakes) and you have a big, fat dose of Common Sense. The last is the most important and thus deserves capital letters.
I am quickly learning that Common Sense is not as common as the phrase might make it seem. Working with certain people have highlighted this to me in screaming orange ink with a neon green underline.
There's so much I could say in this post about the incompetence of some people but really, that could get me fired, no? I won't repeat tales told to me about such people in confused, yet infuriated, whispers. Because such people are confusing and... infuriating... and the rest of us can only talk about them through whispers because the extent of their incompetence leaves us nearly speechless.
The rest of us, the ones who were clearly in line the day the Great Almighty handed out the wondrous gift of Common Sense, all know the secret handshakes that come with having to work with an Incompetent. You know them- I bet you've done them before and shared them with colleagues:
-The eye roll of impatience
-The open mouth of speechlessness
-The stunned, quick blinking of disbelief
-The almost reflexive clenching of the hand
-The deep sigh of (mental) pain
There are more handshakes, I am sure, but I think these are the most common.
Now the group is made up of people who are generally smart people (they've made it up to this point without getting run over by a bus, in any case) but for some reason, just can't seem to get their shit together.
They drop the ball on projects, they forget to ask simple but important questions, they can't seem to learn from their environment. They don't listen or they forget things they've been asked to do. They don't take notes- or if they do, they're either bad notes or they lose them. They can't seem to create systems that help them succeed. They don't see the big picture (which doesn't make sense because they don't seem to notice the details, either).
They are missing that mysterious It factor that I wrote about earlier. Sure, they can write sentences and answer the phone. They sure as hell can nod. They can do basic office work. But making mental leaps of deduction, looking forward and planning ahead... skills like that seem to evade them.
So my dear colleagues, those of you with whom I've shared a 'handshake' with, please be patient and take heart. We'll cheer ourselves over a glass of wine or pint of beer during Happy Hour today, tomorrow, and all the days after. If anything, working with Incompetents always makes for good stories to tell and hear.
(If you think I'm a bitch by saying all this, chew on this- remember that last meeting you missed? Yeah, the one you missed because you didn't listen or you forgot to write it down?...)
-Signing off in Seattle
There's another group that exists that baffles the hell out of me- the Incompetents.
The biggest compliment anyone can give you, in any job setting, is that you get it.
It.
The mystical It encompasses many things. You understand your industry, you learn by paying attention, asking questions and from your mistakes (and other people's mistakes) and you have a big, fat dose of Common Sense. The last is the most important and thus deserves capital letters.
I am quickly learning that Common Sense is not as common as the phrase might make it seem. Working with certain people have highlighted this to me in screaming orange ink with a neon green underline.
There's so much I could say in this post about the incompetence of some people but really, that could get me fired, no? I won't repeat tales told to me about such people in confused, yet infuriated, whispers. Because such people are confusing and... infuriating... and the rest of us can only talk about them through whispers because the extent of their incompetence leaves us nearly speechless.
The rest of us, the ones who were clearly in line the day the Great Almighty handed out the wondrous gift of Common Sense, all know the secret handshakes that come with having to work with an Incompetent. You know them- I bet you've done them before and shared them with colleagues:
-The eye roll of impatience
-The open mouth of speechlessness
-The stunned, quick blinking of disbelief
-The almost reflexive clenching of the hand
-The deep sigh of (mental) pain
There are more handshakes, I am sure, but I think these are the most common.
Now the group is made up of people who are generally smart people (they've made it up to this point without getting run over by a bus, in any case) but for some reason, just can't seem to get their shit together.
They drop the ball on projects, they forget to ask simple but important questions, they can't seem to learn from their environment. They don't listen or they forget things they've been asked to do. They don't take notes- or if they do, they're either bad notes or they lose them. They can't seem to create systems that help them succeed. They don't see the big picture (which doesn't make sense because they don't seem to notice the details, either).
They are missing that mysterious It factor that I wrote about earlier. Sure, they can write sentences and answer the phone. They sure as hell can nod. They can do basic office work. But making mental leaps of deduction, looking forward and planning ahead... skills like that seem to evade them.
So my dear colleagues, those of you with whom I've shared a 'handshake' with, please be patient and take heart. We'll cheer ourselves over a glass of wine or pint of beer during Happy Hour today, tomorrow, and all the days after. If anything, working with Incompetents always makes for good stories to tell and hear.
(If you think I'm a bitch by saying all this, chew on this- remember that last meeting you missed? Yeah, the one you missed because you didn't listen or you forgot to write it down?...)
-Signing off in Seattle
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