Archive | June, 2010

Now What?

24 Jun

In May I passed the 2 year mark since completing my college education and I have to say, I’ve probably learned more in my 2 ‘school-less’ years than in my (counts on fingers…wait for it…) 17 years of formal education.  I’ve left the ivy laden halls of collegiate study, to enter ‘Adulthood, or something like it’.  Adulthood, I’ve realized, is here to stay so I better learn all that I can to become (que dramatic music swell and single dramatic tear) the best version of myself possible. Here’s some stuff (or should I say lessons – more adultish, right?) that I’ve learned. 

Unless you are a teacher, the summer is basically the same as the rest of the year except much hotter. 

As lame as it may seem, I never soaked in the reality that there wouldn’t be a 2.5-month break to relieve the relentless rhythm of working full time.  Nope, as an adult you just keep trucking past June 3rd and then on to August and then on to December and then on to…you get the picture.  I admit that it is much easier to work through these formally sacred months than it was last year, but I still qualify it as a hurdle to my new life phase.  For 22 years, I could always count on a change after 9 months of concentrated work.  4th grade would become 5th complete with a new teacher and classmates and so on.  Now I’ve learned to glean excitement and variety from something else other than a constant change in class schedules and courses, aka real life elements and interests ( involvement in church, my marriage, my dog, family time, reading, movies/TV, concerts, and even social media –  this list is in no specific order btw). So far, so good.  Now, to get used to not being graded on anything anymore…

If you are late to work, you don’t just get a tardy slip

Lest you write me off as an ingrate, I haven’t been late to work since my first week at my current job.   Oops, that was a bad day.  I left my headlights on too, murdering my car battery.  Since that event, I’ve learned that it makes a bad impression, and even suggests apathy to a boss if an employee is late or absent consistently.  Not thoughts I want my boss having.   I’ve changed my scheduling theory, and realized that there is no point to try to arrive somewhere right on time as I did for most of my classes.  Why not be 5 – 10 minutes early?  It has saved me some serious heart palpations, not to mention it stopped (most) bad driving.

Saying “Good morning!” is actually a pleasant thing

Maybe I was cynical in college, but I never enjoyed saying good morning to people until I started working in my current office.   It is not that I’m some monster in the morning, but I do like my ‘quiet while I rev up my brain time’ (Just ask my husband…).  But somehow, cheerfully greeting my co-workers as they trickle into the office each morning has become a pleasant and necessary component to my day.  Human connection, even in the form of a repetitive action, is enriching if I allow it be.  Still not convinced?  Just try saying Good Morning to 3 people and see if you can stop smiling. 

Staying Up Late is not worth dying

Although I should have learned from Seinfeld’s ‘Morning Guy’ and ‘Night Guy’ spiel , I never fully understand the need to go to sleep at a decent hour until I started waking up before 6 am 5 days/week.  No, my intent was not to make you feel sorry for me, but I do often accept heartfelt pity in the form of Starbucks gift cards.  Anyway, I may be totally into some movie that I started at 10:00 pm, but if I finish it, I will have to fight sleep all the way to work.  Hmm…finish movie or die on the way to work….  I’ve learned it is all fine and dandy to stay up late till it is 5:25 am the next morning.   Put that in your pipe and smoke it. 

I don’t think I will ever feel as mature as the number of my age suggests I’m supposed to feel

It’s probably the media’s fault for casting 30 year olds to play high school students, but I never feel I look or act my age.  I don’t know how people in their mid to late 20’s are supposed to act, but I can only be me and act accordingly.  As cheesy as it is, I’ve learned the truth in ‘Age is a state of mind’.  It is!  I will be youthful as long as my mind allows me to be.  Now, I just need to figure out when I should stop shopping at American Eagle – now that is a challenge!  

Maybe these lessons aren’t profound, but they ring true to me, and maybe you hear echoes of them in your life.  These past 2 years haven’t been easy – and maybe I wouldn’t get all A’s for pristine adult behavior, but I don’t have regrets.  Everything I’ve experienced and learned has shaped who I am becoming.  Whoa…getting too deep.  Will stop writing….now.    Feel free to leave some adult lesson from your unschooled years!

Dogs are like Fairies: Buster in action

18 Jun

Lest someone accuse me of having a ‘technology ponderings’ blog, if such a thing exists, I thought I would focus my ponderings this time on the favorite character in my life.  There is no other way to describe him but in a series of cartoonish exaggerations. He is at times the epitome of love, of slovenliness, of anger, of frustration, of excitement.  Am I talking about my super handsome husband?  No, I’m talking about my handsome Cairn terrier, Buster.

Much like JM Barrie’s Tinkerbell, Buster, it seems, is too small to hold more than one feeling at a time.  Thus his love is pure and strong with no tinge of lesser emotions, while his anger is boiling hot.  What, am I being too grandiose for a dog?  Well you haven’t met Buster Peters have you?

One of Busters most amusing characteristics is fear.  At times, fear drives him to a less amusing state, fury.  We will focus on the fear – I want you to like the poor guy.  Buster’s growing list of ‘annoyances’ is varied and unique as his (tangled) brindle fear.  Free fact, brindle Cairn terriers will continue to change color their entire lives – Buster is living proof as he constantly facilitates from light brown, orange, chestnut, and black – he’s as variegated as his dog emotions.  Back to the fear…here’s a list of objects or occurrences that have freaked  him out…

1.  Any object held over his head

If you want to see Buster skedaddle just carry a trash bag, Frosted Mini Wheat box, or pizza box etc

2.  Cacti

I’m serious, one time he noticed a potted cactus on someone’s balcony and he gave it a classic ‘I’m not comfortable with this’ humph.

3.  The White Strips song Aluminum

I’m sure Buster meant no offense to the band, but something about the shrill opening seconds did not agree with him.  Ironically or perhaps predictably, Buster is not comfortable around aluminum foil either.

4.  A car with its trunk open

To Buster, I suppose, it just seems too big and abnormal.

5.  A neighbor’s FedEx package

Maybe Buster is OCD.  He doesn’t like his physical surroundings to change.  When someone gets a package on our floor, my furry companion does not appreciate it.

6.  Plants moving in the wind

This is my imagined internal dialogue for Buster, “Hey, those things are alive, and they are plotting to make us all kill ourselves.”  That’s right, Buster inspired The Happening ’s plotline, do you like the movie more now that you know a dog created it?  (I kid)

7.  Motorcycles (parked or roaring)

I kind of have to agree with him on this one – they are too loud.

8.  Anything covered in a tarp

I think Buster equates movement with being alive, which is actually pretty smart for him.

9.  Thunder:

This one is not so cute, he will try to run up to the window to tell the thunder what’s up. Buster is strong, but he’s no force of nature and he gets a little loud if not checked.

10.  Ike’s guitar case,

Yes it is big and has movable parts, but you and I would not call it scary.  Buster would beg to differ.

The big picture

Most of the time, if I can, I try to free Buster from his fear.  I lure him with treats and coaxing to be as close as he dares to a ‘scary’ thing, and after a couple times, his fear diminishes.  So some of the things on this list are ‘behind’ him, I just thought it would be fun to share.

Buster’s fear reminds me that we all see the world from a different place.  He is small so everything is scary and a challenge to his existence.   I’m there to help move beyond his fears, and help him be the happy dog I know he can be.  I would do the same for any friend.  It is just harder to see a person’s unreasonable fears and harder to coax people toward the things that scare them most, but shouldn’t.  But my new awareness is the first step!  Thank you Buster for you weird little self.

The Black Plague: Internet Access on Phones

14 Jun

I’m about to write a blog that will be full of all those fallacies my AP Lang teacher would have berated me for (maybe like he would have berated me for ending a sentence with a preposition).  Currently I have a cell phone that can make and receive calls and text.  That’s it.   I have opted out of the increasingly popular mobile internet service (I’ll wait for the gasps to die down…).  So how can I question whether having internet access on a phone is worth it when I haven’t even tried it – that’s right buddy I don’t have the experience to back it up, but it’s my blog so DEAL!  No really, I’d actually like you to keep reading, pretty please with an iPhone app on top?

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