30 January, 2012
simplicity.
I continue to sort of mail it in, but this is a pretty simple and poignant message. It is also how I have approached life for quite sometime now. You'd think this would go over, wouldn't you? I guess the word needs to spread. Passive aggressiveness and teenage games are the way of the past, people.
26 January, 2012
22 January, 2012
19 January, 2012
cambio
Play on words, maybe.
"If you focus on results you will never change. If you focus on change, you will get results."
"If you change nothing, nothing changes."
I am trying to make at least one small change everyday. This could be related to anything, but making one small change everyday right now, means that when I add the days up, I should be finally free and clear of this weight that has been dragging me down. I can't blame anything anymore, so change is all that is left.
For example, today the change included limiting what could have been homicidal thoughts about two incredibly teetering, squawking, all-over-the-sidewalk, useless girls to mere thoughts of a simple nudge that would topple them and make them shut up and let me get on with my trek to work. I don't know about you, but I'm proud of me.
Progress. Change.
"If you focus on results you will never change. If you focus on change, you will get results."
"If you change nothing, nothing changes."
I am trying to make at least one small change everyday. This could be related to anything, but making one small change everyday right now, means that when I add the days up, I should be finally free and clear of this weight that has been dragging me down. I can't blame anything anymore, so change is all that is left.
For example, today the change included limiting what could have been homicidal thoughts about two incredibly teetering, squawking, all-over-the-sidewalk, useless girls to mere thoughts of a simple nudge that would topple them and make them shut up and let me get on with my trek to work. I don't know about you, but I'm proud of me.
Progress. Change.
18 January, 2012
daydreamin.....
Yum. I'm a sucker for a tall, atheltic guy. And good legs, because you have to work for those. What a way to while away a little time in the afternoon, while drowning out the incessant shrieks and bellows of a bunch of dbags I couldn't care less about.
17 January, 2012
reminder
I had a doctor appointment this morning where I got some great news, for once. Because this appointment was scheduled for 8:15am, I would be missing a little bit of the earliest hour of work. In fact, there was no reason why I wouldn't be in by 9 (I was in by 9), for the remaining 10 hours of my obnoxiously long day.
I sent out a note to this effect to six people. Yes, six people needed to know that I would be somewhere between fifteen and thirty minutes late for work. Six people whose lives would be irretrievably, negatively affected, if I did not tell all six as opposed to the two who actually needed to know. But dutifully, I notified the quorum of six on Friday, that I had a first-thing doctor appointment this morning.
As I woke up this morning and got ready to go, I thought to myself that it would be a nice thing to send out a reminder to the quorum to remind them, yet again, that I'd be in late this morning, but just a skosh. I used my blackberry device to craft just such a message, then sat with the doctor receiving good news, for a change, which will prompt me to go purchase new running shoes after work today.
I strolled out of the doctor's office and out onto 57th street, excited that I know my body well enough to know when it's time to go and check things out and see what the next step is in my recovery to normal me. As I cruised up to my building, I noticed my blackberry flashing and that boss had replied to my reminder email. It was 8:50 when I did this.
"You should have sent me a this last night," it said. "I had something for you to do this morning at 8:30."
I'm unflappable.
I sent out a note to this effect to six people. Yes, six people needed to know that I would be somewhere between fifteen and thirty minutes late for work. Six people whose lives would be irretrievably, negatively affected, if I did not tell all six as opposed to the two who actually needed to know. But dutifully, I notified the quorum of six on Friday, that I had a first-thing doctor appointment this morning.
As I woke up this morning and got ready to go, I thought to myself that it would be a nice thing to send out a reminder to the quorum to remind them, yet again, that I'd be in late this morning, but just a skosh. I used my blackberry device to craft just such a message, then sat with the doctor receiving good news, for a change, which will prompt me to go purchase new running shoes after work today.
I strolled out of the doctor's office and out onto 57th street, excited that I know my body well enough to know when it's time to go and check things out and see what the next step is in my recovery to normal me. As I cruised up to my building, I noticed my blackberry flashing and that boss had replied to my reminder email. It was 8:50 when I did this.
"You should have sent me a this last night," it said. "I had something for you to do this morning at 8:30."
I'm unflappable.
11 January, 2012
second
Boss can do it all, even from Burma. Yes, Burma the country, that is 12 hours ahead of New York. Boss can't even stop for the sake of vacation.
Today's installment will cover the act of second guessing. Not me second guessing myself, mind you - though that is an unfortunate side effect - but Boss, second guessing every. single. thing. I. do. Literally, everything. Today, an item came through via email, which Boss is frenetically checking from a five star adventure in Burma (no joke). Boss could not read the attachment and so forwarded said email and attachment to me, asking me to open and relay the information back via email. I complied. I noted the contents of the fax, which happened to be a redemption request - something I dealt with on nearly a daily basis at my old firm - and sent the details back via email, as requested. That should have been the end.
But who was the request from?
I pointed out that this was in the first email, and reiterated the name of the investor, the fund being redeemed and the amount of the redemption.
But no, who is actually redeeming?
Again, name of the investor, amount AND the name of the person who signed off on the request.
No, you're not understanding me, who is it FROM???
After getting the same correct answer four times from me, Boss was apparently launched into a tizzy and forwarded the email to a colleague, cc'ing me on the forward, asking yet again, as if to learn me a lesson on how incompetent I am. And guess what? The respondent said - verbatim - what I said. So what the fuck? Thanks for the fucking vote of confidence, Boss. Turns out I know what the fuck I'm talking about. And yeah, I know I was right. It wasn't a guess, so you don't need to try and placate me by letting me know that I was, in fact, correct.
The aforementioned motivation I spoke of in yesterday's entry? It's on blast now.
Today's installment will cover the act of second guessing. Not me second guessing myself, mind you - though that is an unfortunate side effect - but Boss, second guessing every. single. thing. I. do. Literally, everything. Today, an item came through via email, which Boss is frenetically checking from a five star adventure in Burma (no joke). Boss could not read the attachment and so forwarded said email and attachment to me, asking me to open and relay the information back via email. I complied. I noted the contents of the fax, which happened to be a redemption request - something I dealt with on nearly a daily basis at my old firm - and sent the details back via email, as requested. That should have been the end.
But who was the request from?
I pointed out that this was in the first email, and reiterated the name of the investor, the fund being redeemed and the amount of the redemption.
But no, who is actually redeeming?
Again, name of the investor, amount AND the name of the person who signed off on the request.
No, you're not understanding me, who is it FROM???
After getting the same correct answer four times from me, Boss was apparently launched into a tizzy and forwarded the email to a colleague, cc'ing me on the forward, asking yet again, as if to learn me a lesson on how incompetent I am. And guess what? The respondent said - verbatim - what I said. So what the fuck? Thanks for the fucking vote of confidence, Boss. Turns out I know what the fuck I'm talking about. And yeah, I know I was right. It wasn't a guess, so you don't need to try and placate me by letting me know that I was, in fact, correct.
The aforementioned motivation I spoke of in yesterday's entry? It's on blast now.
10 January, 2012
steps
I am two syllable sore today. I'm sure this will be the first of many days in the near future where I say that, but it feels good because I'm of the mind that a nice, long bout of steady state is just the medicine tomorrow night.
I went to a skinny, old, uncrowded bar in my neighborhood tonight. I actually kind of love this bar for purposes of a small group, a soccer game, or playing cards with someone. It was pretty quiet when we arrived, but at one point a group of about six people came in, which filled the small space a lot more. They were animated, but not annoying and at one point, the bartender came over to say that the gentleman at the end of the bar had bought the place a round. I got up to thank this whiskey-giving soul and realized that he was a young guy - not some older gentleman in a fit of generosity - a young guy in maybe his early thirties. And he wasn't snotty. It's these little, random moments that kill me sometimes, where I realize how far I have to go to catch up to my potential and be in a position to do something of this nature, just because I feel like it and it's Monday. This time however, it was motivating.
We will ignore the fact that this story centers on being in a bar, drinking whiskey beverages on Monday.
Turns out I like who I am and the path I'm cutting. I like the goals I have in mind and I like how I am evolving as a human being. I just need to keep going, is all. It seems there are two ways to approach challenges. Well actually I'm sure there are a million, but I think they trend toward two groups. One can be overwhelmed by the challenge and either fold or slowly chip away under the burden, or get aggressive. It may make you sore and it may feel like a tougher road, but at the end of it, maybe you'll be able to buy an entire bar a round of drinks and be happy about it. Literally or metaphorically.
I went to a skinny, old, uncrowded bar in my neighborhood tonight. I actually kind of love this bar for purposes of a small group, a soccer game, or playing cards with someone. It was pretty quiet when we arrived, but at one point a group of about six people came in, which filled the small space a lot more. They were animated, but not annoying and at one point, the bartender came over to say that the gentleman at the end of the bar had bought the place a round. I got up to thank this whiskey-giving soul and realized that he was a young guy - not some older gentleman in a fit of generosity - a young guy in maybe his early thirties. And he wasn't snotty. It's these little, random moments that kill me sometimes, where I realize how far I have to go to catch up to my potential and be in a position to do something of this nature, just because I feel like it and it's Monday. This time however, it was motivating.
We will ignore the fact that this story centers on being in a bar, drinking whiskey beverages on Monday.
Turns out I like who I am and the path I'm cutting. I like the goals I have in mind and I like how I am evolving as a human being. I just need to keep going, is all. It seems there are two ways to approach challenges. Well actually I'm sure there are a million, but I think they trend toward two groups. One can be overwhelmed by the challenge and either fold or slowly chip away under the burden, or get aggressive. It may make you sore and it may feel like a tougher road, but at the end of it, maybe you'll be able to buy an entire bar a round of drinks and be happy about it. Literally or metaphorically.
06 January, 2012
free gym advice!
Yay for awake for no good reason! Maybe if I get all stoked about it, I'll start falling asleep at a reasonable hour. But as long as I'm up and a little punchy, I may as well throw out something funny. So here ya go.
This is stolen from the Wall Street Journal, but it is a pretty good summation of how to be successful at the gym. Sadly, this is the time of year when the gym is way crowded, because everyone in the tri-state area just realized how fat and sloth-like they have gotten (ahem...this year I am included in that crowd).
I find the article somewhat stimulating however, because it basically says over the course of 27 items - in a slightly nicer, tongue-in-cheek tone - that all of the gimmick and bullshit is.....gimmick and bullshit. Hm.
Consistency and commitment are the only way to be successful, kind of like with everything. Who'da thunk.
This is stolen from the Wall Street Journal, but it is a pretty good summation of how to be successful at the gym. Sadly, this is the time of year when the gym is way crowded, because everyone in the tri-state area just realized how fat and sloth-like they have gotten (ahem...this year I am included in that crowd).
I find the article somewhat stimulating however, because it basically says over the course of 27 items - in a slightly nicer, tongue-in-cheek tone - that all of the gimmick and bullshit is.....gimmick and bullshit. Hm.
Consistency and commitment are the only way to be successful, kind of like with everything. Who'da thunk.
05 January, 2012
paddle paddle
I cant sleep. Shocking.
This is what I wish I were doing right now. Sitting in an outrigger canoe, off the coast of California somewhere - though just about any coast will do - covered in saltwater and baking in the sun. Especially on a glassy, clear, early morning like in the photo.
New York, I fear I will soon be forced to say goodbye. I love you. O how I love you. But while you give me many things (like extra poundage, an empty wallet and a weakened liver), you can't give me time on the water and that, I fear, is your fatal flaw. I guess I could chalk it up to my seven year itch, since I can't seem to stay in one location much longer than that. We're up to 8 now, but I think we both know the time has come. The call of the water is strong and there are only so many loops to be done around the park, and treks next to the water, up the west side highway. I'll probably get all romantical and pine away for many things as I begin to offer up my slow goodbyes, but don't let that get you down. New York, you will always be in my heart, (and lungs and major organs), but the ocean beckons and begs me to dive in.
The ocean is unconfusing and calming.....there is nothing like the water. Nothing. Sorry New York, you and I both knew, but it's out there now.
04 January, 2012
void
I feel compelled to write a bit, lately. It's kind of nice to have the urge, but I'm in that place where I can't pin any thought down long enough to actually extract something quantifiable. Ever have that? I will have a thousand idears and then when I try to elaborate on one of them, my brain gets agitated and moves on to the next.
For example, I was going to write something just now about going out drinking with coworkers. Yeah, funny story, but I can't seem to flesh it out at the moment, so that one will have to wait. I made a deal with a friend of mine that for the month of January, I would sit in meditative silence for at least fifteen minutes per day and I'm thinking maybe that will quiet the maelstrom of thoughts and give me a chance to focus a little better.
Perhaps I will try meditating at work tomorrow. Maybe fall into some Office Space-like trance and suddenly not give a shit about anything. Until then however, this post is about, well nothing.
For example, I was going to write something just now about going out drinking with coworkers. Yeah, funny story, but I can't seem to flesh it out at the moment, so that one will have to wait. I made a deal with a friend of mine that for the month of January, I would sit in meditative silence for at least fifteen minutes per day and I'm thinking maybe that will quiet the maelstrom of thoughts and give me a chance to focus a little better.
Perhaps I will try meditating at work tomorrow. Maybe fall into some Office Space-like trance and suddenly not give a shit about anything. Until then however, this post is about, well nothing.
Subscribe to:
Posts
(
Atom
)
