Steph's Random Musings

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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

My Life Would be Better If...

  • Ernie's brain tumor would stop coming back and he were healthy
  • Dave was able to get a good night's sleep every night and wake up refreshed
  • Our pets weren't constantly sick
  • Our puppy slept later than 6 AM
  • I didn't have allergies
  • I loved my job
  • I had a best girlfriend, instead of all these quasi-friends

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

The Light Challenge

Our lights at work are motion-activated, so sometimes while I'm at my computer reading, etc., and not moving much, the lights will go out in my cube. I like to see how long I can minimize my movements and keep them off. It's harder than it sounds, especially if somebody walks up to talk to me or if I have to reach for the phone.

Relief

I can’t wait for fall. I love that crisp, cool air, leaves crunching under my feet. I can’t wait to put on my running shoes and take my dog for a jaunt in the autumn air. [I like to pretend I’m a runner, even though I seem to never make time to go anymore. When I’m working only three days a week I’ll have no excuse. Oh, no. Bring on the guilt.]

But then it will get too cold. I’ll complain that I have to walk the dog when it’s freezing. The dog won’t want to go out. [Maybe I’ll buy one of those doggie sweaters for him. Or maybe he won’t be the wimp I think he is, but wouldn’t the pads on his little feet freeze if the concrete is really cold?] I’ll complain that I’m cold all the way into my bones, and nothing I do will make me warm. I’ll take showers that are too hot. My skin will be dry. My lips chapped.

And so the cycle continues. Whatever.

Same ‘Ole

I’m so unmotivated [lazy?]. I keep going back to my email hoping that I’ll get a new message that will distract me from the stuff I’m supposed to be working on. Or I spend time looking for good blogs. Is it bad when you try to go to a website and a message pops up that says the site is blocked by your company’s web filter due to adult content? Do you think my name ends up on a list on some IT guy’s computer? Am I being watched constantly…every key stroke captured, every second I’m browsing the internet tallied? If so, you know how unproductive I’ve been lately. When are you going to do something about it? What are you going to do about it? I’m here for only two more weeks, then I’m outta here for 90 days [unpaid]! Yippee [except for the no pay thing]!

Chicken Conundrum

There’s a chicken processing facility not too far from my house, so as I’m driving to and from work I often see trucks full of live chickens on the highway on their way to the plant. Sometimes I don’t actually see the trucks, but there’s evidence of their recent presence in the form of small white feathers flitting around the road.

There are a few things that I find disturbing about these trucks:

  • The chickens are jam-packed into cages that are so small, they can’t stand up; and there are so many chickens crowded into a single cage, they can barely move or turn around.
  • The cages are wire mesh and open on all sides, which means, when it rains, they all get soaked; in the winter, the chickens probably freeze to death before arriving at the slaughterhouse, if not from the frigid temps, then from the wind chill of traveling down the highway at 65 mph.
  • Once in a while there’s a single dead chicken on the side of the road, presumably because it fell from the truck. How did it get free from the cage? And since it’s in the cage with lots of other chickens, how is it that there’s only one casualty? (Perhaps the others are crammed in so tightly they don’t fall out even if the cage door is left open.)

I’m not some radical animal rights person, but I feel sorry for these little creatures. I think we could at least treat these poor birds with kindness before we kill and eat ‘em.

Monday, August 29, 2005

Cherry Popsicle Review

One of my favorite desserts (at least in the summer) is a cherry popsicle. You know, that cheap little frozen confectionary that’s just frozen water and corn syrup? They’re tasty little treats, and with only 40 calories each, you can’t go wrong. The problem is, you can’t buy a box of just cherry popsicles. You also get orange and grape, and sometimes lime. So now my freezer contains a bunch of two-thirds full boxes of popsicles.

The best cherry popsicles can be found at Food Lion. Not only do they taste the best, but they’re also the most economical. Avoid the brands that contain real fruit juice. Though they often contain amusing riddles on the handle of the stick (and the answers hidden under the confectionary delight…oooh, what did the dentist give the marching band?), they’re just not that good—a little too sweet—and they’re more expensive.

Now if I they’d just segregate the flavors.

Addicted to A Blog

I'm addicted to this blog, Anonymous Lawyer. There's lots of speculation about whether this guy is really an attorney or really a partner, blah, blah, blah. He's definitely an egomaniacal jerk, so he's probably a lawyer. Either way, it's an interesting read.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

An Interesting Perspective on Finding a Satisfying Career

Last year a friend of mine sent me the link to the article below. I kept it because it resonated with me, yet it also pissed me off a bit at the same time since it's saying to forget working at a career you're passionate since it probably won't make you any happier than working in any respectable, well-paying job.

Maybe I need to heed Dr. Nemko's advice. The sort of seemingly contradictory thing about him is that he wrote the article below, but he's also the author of a career advice book, "Cool Careers for Dummies", and in it, he attempts to walk the reader through finding his passions, with the hope of empowering the reader to find a new career that aligns with his passions (actually, after reading a number of his articles, I found that he contradicted himself often, not within the article but among them). The part of his book that I most enjoyed was the Cool Careers Yellow Pages...a listing of interesting, yet usually decent-paying, careers in growing industries. It at least sparks some ideas and gives the reader information on careers he or she may never have thought of.

OK, enough Amazon book review crap...Dr. Nemko's perspective is noteworthy and I think I'm beginning to agree with him. (Does this mean I'm becoming jaded, or just more realistic?)

Dr. Nemko's articles are on his website

----------------Do What You Love And Starve? By Marty Nemko------------------
If you are a star—very bright, talented, motivated, and personable and you have a passion, even if it’s in a competitive field, sure, go for it.

This is an article for the rest of us.

Based on the over 2,000 career counseling clients I’ve worked with, the hundreds of callers to my career-centric radio show, and my countless other conversations with people about their careers, I’ve come to the conclusion that we’ve been sold a bill of goods when we’re told to “Follow your passion, “ or “Do what you love and the money will follow.” Fact is, if you do what you love, you’ll probably starve.

Yes, some people do what they love and the money follows. Others make less money but still are happy, but millions of people have followed their passion and still haven't earned enough money to even pay back their student loans, let alone make a middle-class living doing what they're passionate about. The problem is that too many people crave the same few careers, for example, the arts and non-profit work. Because employers in these fields get dozens if not hundreds of applications for each job, you have to be a superstar or extremely well-connected to get the job. In other cases, salaries tend to be low or nonexistent. Do what you love and volunteer work will probably follow.

The irony is that the small percentage of people who do make a living in "do-what-you-love," "follow-your-passion" careers, are on average, no happier than people in less sexy jobs.

Here's why. Not only do salaries in "cool" careers tend to be low, employers in those fields know they needn't treat their employees with kid gloves because zillions of other capable people are panting for the opportunity to work 60 hours a week for $27,521 (with no benefits) for the good feeling of knowing they're playing an infinitesimal role in saving the spotted owl or whatever, even though they may never get closer to a spotted owl than a pile of accounts receivable statements.

So there are plenty of unhappy people in so-called cool careers. That's true even in unarguably cool careers. Think of how many stars have big-time problems with drugs or depression. Kurt Cobain, John Belushi and Janis Joplin loved their cool career so much they killed themselves.

Other people's passion is status. So, for example, they endure years of boring law school and accumulate boatloads of student debt for the privilege of slaving under a 2,200-billable-hour quota for the law firm of Dewey, Cheatham and Howe, with a futon in their office so they can sneak in a few "zzzs" in the middle of the all-nighters they pull to boost the chances of another lawyer's corporate client giving money to their corporate client.

Other status seekers prostitute themselves to climb the corporate ladder. They put in 60-plus-hour workweeks and kiss up to their bosses, smilingly willing to uproot themselves and their families for a few years in Dubuque, Tuscaloosa, and/or anyplace else the company wants to dump them. They endure years of theoretical crap in an MBA program so they can put those three letters on their resume. And for what? So they may finally get a title of director or vice president, and after their 12-hour cover-their-butt workday, collapse on their sofa, get blitzed and stare at their oversized living room in their oversized neighborhood wondering, "Is that all there is?"

In contrast, if your job is mundane, for example, marketing manager for the Ace Processing Company, the employer knows there aren't hundreds of competent people champing at the bit for your job. So, to keep you, the employer is more likely to offer decent working conditions, reasonable work hours, kind treatment, opportunities for learning, and pay you well. Those are the things that, much more than being in a "cool" career, lead to career contentment.

You say you want status? Unless you're a true superstar (brilliant, driven, great personality, or have great connections), give it up. Status is often the enemy of success. You're more likely to find career contentment in a lower-status career. In my mind, someone who's an honorable assistant manager for the Ace Processing Co. is more worthy of respect than many lawyers, investment bankers, and business development VPs I know. If someone thinks less of you because your job isn't high-status, they don't deserve to be your friend.

Advice I'd Give My Child
If you're at all entrepreneurial, I recommend starting your own business. Yes, I know, only 20 percent of new businesses are still in business after five years, but you can beat the odds. Just this one rule: Do not innovate. Copy a successful simple business. Innovations are risky. Your product might not work, may not be popular with the public, or a competitor could beat you to market. Why be a guinea pig? Drive around to find a simple business at which customers are lined up out the door. For example, see a successful burrito shop or espresso cart? Open a similar one in a similar neighborhood. Your chances of success will be a helluva lot higher than 20 percent. Confine your urge to innovate to your hobbies.

Another approach to finding a good business is to pick a grungy one, for example, automatic transmission repair or mobile home park maintenance. Few top-notch people go into such businesses, so if you do a decent job, you'll probably make good, maybe great, money. And you'll feel better about your work, having people coming to you and thanking you, and owning your own business rather than slaving away for some boss ever fearing your job will be downsized or shipped to India.

You say you don't have the knowledge to run such a business? No problem. For example, I don't know squat about transmissions, but if I wanted to open a transmission shop, I'd find the best transmission mechanic, pay him well and hire a consultant who is the owner a successful transmission shop far enough from my store that he wouldn't fear my competition. The two of them would teach me how to set up my business. Then, I'd spend my time building relationships with car repair shop owners so I'd get their referral business.

If starting a business from scratch seems too scary, consider a franchise. According to Robert Bond, author of Bond's Franchise Guide 2004, some of the best include Jani-King commercial cleaning, Merry Maids residential cleaning and Aussie Pet Mobile, a grooming service. When you find a franchise that sounds appealing, be sure to speak with at least 10 of the franchise's franchisees at random before signing on the dotted line.

If you're not at all entrepreneurial and want to be well employed, here are some areas where the job market is not hypercompetitive: Court reporting, car finance & insurance, accounting, insurance, sales of little known commercial products, health care, health care administration, fundraising, financial services, anything serving Latinos (entertainment, schools, hospitals, criminal justice system), anti-terrorism and biotech regulatory affairs.

Remember, you're more likely to find career contentment by going far from the madding crowd.

Career coach Dr. Nemko's radio show airs in San Francisco on Sundays from 11 a.m. to noon Pacific time on KALW 91.7 FM or worldwide on www.martynemko.com. That site also contains more than 400 of his published writings. The Reader's Choice poll rated his book, "Cool Careers for Dummies," the No. 1 most useful career guide.

My Career Search Saga

I’m so bored at work. I have stuff to do, but I just can’t seem to get motivated to do it. I recently switched jobs within the same company because I was sick of the stress of my last job: I had so much to do I felt like the only way to catch up was to leave the job and transition all my work to a different person. The job would be manageable for the new person—at least for a while—because he would be too new to be seen as the expert and so wouldn’t get pestered by a million different people for help on their projects or with random questions.

Anyway, so now I’m in this job that isn’t stressful, has very few deadlines, and doesn’t require me to manage anyone, and now I’m bored and feel like the stuff I’m being asked to do doesn’t add much value. I’m pretty sure the latter is true.

Do I need to be bombarded with emails and phone calls and be under deadlines in order to feel important and like I’m making a valuable contribution to the organization? And if I do, then why is it so stressful to me? Do I thrive on stress? (God, I hope not.)

Ugh. Why can’t I just figure out what I want to do as a career? Why is it so difficult to determine where my passions lie and what I want to do for a living? Or why can’t I just be satisfied with any job that pays well and isn’t mind-numbingly boring at an organization that it respectable and treats its employees well? (Which is what I already have!) Why does my job have to be something that “feeds my soul”? Maybe I’m not happy with being happy. Or maybe I don’t know myself well enough to figure this out.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Worst Customer Service Award

There's a running joke in my husband's family about who has the worst customer service. Periodically my mother-in-law or sister-in-law will try to outdo each other with stories about frustrating experiences they've had with different companies.

Well, even though it's not from my personal experience, this week I'd like to nominate Chase Card Services. Chase apparently sent out a credit card offer to Sami Habbas, a 54-year-old grocery store manager with the salutation of "Dear Palenstinian Bomber". What's worse is that when Mr. Habbis called Chase to complain about the form letter, the rep answered his call with, "Yes, Mr. Palestinian Bomber, how can we help you?"

Click here for the full article.

Monday, August 22, 2005

I’m such a bad employee!

I took a long lunch and then wasted the entire afternoon. While I pretended to be working whenever anybody walked by, I was really sending personal emails, playing online Jumble, blogging, and zoning out. I should be fired. Or at least reprimanded.

Things I Hate

  1. Fast food employees who don’t speak. I walk up to the register and they just look at me. How freakin’ difficult is it to say, hello, may I take your order?
  2. People who don’t understand that the merge lane onto the highway is there so that drivers can, before merging into traffic, accelerate to a speed that is as close as possible to the speed that all the other cars are going.
  3. People that don’t wash their hands after they use the restroom.
  4. Which leads to…Public restrooms with doors that swing into the room, requiring you to pull (that is, touch) the door handle to get out. Hey, my hands were clean before I touched the door that all those people from #3 touched!
  5. Finding that there is no soap in a public restroom. [Especially bad in a restaurant, and just plain disgusting if you’ve already eaten there]. Also annoying is women who pee on the seat and leave it (I don’t sit on the seat but I don’t want to hover over someone else’s pee), no toilet paper, followed by no paper towels and stall doors that don’t lock or shut all the way.
  6. Websites that have intros that take forever to load and don’t offer the “skip” link; also annoying are flash-only sites that take forever to load; it’s just some overzealous web designer showing off.
  7. People in cube farms that talk too loudly on the phone or who use the speaker phone.
  8. People who drive Hummers. If you hit me in my little Volvo, I’m dead, but at least you look cool!

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Chipotle, what are you doin' to me?

We had Chipotle for dinner, which was really yummy as usual. I'm (supposed to be) on a diet, so I'm logging everything into my diet software [you rock, DietPower!]. The software has some fast food stuff listed in the database, but not Chipotle. So I went out and found a Chipotle calculator to see just how many calories and grams of fat my delicious chicken taco dinner had.

Nutrition Facts
Serving Size: 4 Crispy Tacos
Calories 704
Calories from Fat 352
Total Fat 39g
Saturated Fat 17g
Cholesterol 166mg
Sodium 908mg
Total Carbohydrate 40g
Dietary Fiber 2g
Sugars 2g
Protein 43g
Vitamin A 75%
Vitamin C 0%
Calcium 32%
Iron 4%

Yikes!

Thank goodness I ate only three instead of all four. :(

Not that you'd want to now, but you can find the depressing Chipotle calculator here.

Scary Mannequin in Sydney, Australia

Friday, August 19, 2005

Stressing Over Stupid & Not-So-Stupid Stuff

And here I was, complaining about how boring my job is and how under-valued I feel at work. Stressing because I can't decide what career is going to be fulfilling to me. Complaining because I've been tired for the last week because I have a cold. Letting dumb things like a dirty house get on my nerves.

I wish I could have stayed in my annoying little world and continued to stress about these little things.

My friend is sick...again. I'm sorry you're sad. I wish I could help. I wish I could make you healthy. Why does that stupid tumor keep growing back? You're not wanted. Go away.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

My Awful Dream

Last night I dreamt that I was drunk driving with my mom in the passenger seat. I was driving through a neighborhood at night and I hit a dog. I finally stopped after going another couple of blocks and we got out of the car. My mom was encouraging me to just get us home. I asked, shouldn't we go back and see whether the dog is still alive?

My dreams often reveal things that I'm stressing about or I can find some other meaning in them somewhere. I love animals and would never just keep driving if I were to hit a dog, and I haven't driven drunk since my early twenties. I think this dream must have been just random firings of synapses.

I like reading other people's blogs

Other people are so much more interesting than I am. (Yeah, you know who you are.)


This blog is funny:
http://chiragdoshi.blogspot.com/

This blog[ger] is pathetic:
http://planetmew.com/blog.html

I'm home sick today

[That is, I'm not at work because I'm sick; I'm not homesick. That wouldn't make sense because I'm at home.]

I went into work (late) this morning and then left at 11:40 to go home and eat lunch. On my way home I decided I was sick enough to not go back. I have a cold. But if I liked my job I'd be well enough to be at work. I'm tired/sorta sick, but am I napping? Of course not...why would I want to spend my day off from work asleep?

Why I Chose This Template For My Blog

I chose this template because it was pretty and it's pink.