Thursday, December 27, 2007

Into the Office - 12/27/07

Well today I drove in to the office and stayed there all day. For those of you doing the math, that's an hour and twenty minutes or so round trip and 7 hours actually in the office. In exchange I think I managed about 30 words with a real person. That's a pretty crappy rate of return but since absolutely EVERYONE in my sphere of immediate influence was out of the office today by some unpleasant holiday miracle, not a particularly surprising one.

Just for amusement, let's recall those 30 words: E gets credit for 10 words as she saved the company 41 cents by delivering something to me by hand rather than mailing it. I think I could have squeezed a few more words out of her ever-smiling countenance if I'd thought to mention that she can just save them up ad infinitum and I'd pick them up on but I wasn't quick-thinking enough to manage that one. The other 20 words go to T as he accosted me literally as I was walking in the door this morning. T is one of these people who could strike up a conversation with a tree and the tree would have a comprehensible response. It is, frankly, an amazing talent. I'm *SO* jealous. I did get a chance to do what I call the 'accidental conversation termination dance' though. Here's how it goes:
  1. Conversation starts unexpectedly, generally across some distance
  2. Subject A approaches subject B and conversation continues
  3. Subject A senses a lull in conversation and takes it as a hint that the conversation is over and begins to leave.
  4. Subject B begins speaking again so A dashes back to B so as not to appear rude or disinterested
  5. By the time A arrives back at B, B has stopped talking and the conversation really is over
I really must stop doing that as it's most embarrassing, especially since it generally only happens with people you don't talk to very much anyway and might actually be offended by the maneuver.

Alright, enough of that. The office silence was certainly not a problem today. I heard all manner of interesting background tidbits including a complete inventory of all the Christmas gifts received within a 10-cube radius, detailed instructions and FAQ on how to pay a citation online and the hardware requirements of an entire department. All in all, much more interesting than the Leave it to Beaver reruns I'd get at home.

On returning home, however, I found chaos and a general miasma of pissed-offedness. It is too early to draw a causal relationship between going to work and the death of domestic bliss but things were clearly not in a good form. Children were being obnoxious and demanding, adults had headaches, crap littered the areas I had picked up just yesterday. Only hours later did everything return more or less to normal. I guess we'll see how things go when I finally make it out of the house again on the 8th. *grumble*

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Random Thoughts for 12/26/07

On the 22nd it seemed like I was going to be off forever. Now that it's over it seemed to pass in a flash. That said, I'm looking forward to having something to do tomorrow since I did absolutely NOTHING over the past five days. I'm going in to the office tomorrow for an entire day so it'll be neat to see if I tolerate it well or go utterly insane. Since I expect only about 5% of the staff to be in it'll be even more sepulchral than usual. Really must take some noise and some headphones.

I had a protracted online conversation last night and at one point the statement that "it's easy to give advice" floated across my IM and it seemed contextually appropriate given a couple of the posts here in the past week. My response, of course, was to agree completely. Yes, it's damn easy to spout general advice to the absent masses. But I guess sometimes you just have to say things out loud; these posts delineate my philosophy on all manner of big, important topics and that philosophy seems to work for me. Your mileage may vary but I have a hard time believing that at least half of my burblings aren't generally applicable. No warranty is expressed or implied though.

Today is the day after Christmas and about 2pm I realized why this is my FAVORITE day of the year. Yes indeedy, it's the day the Christmas tree comes down. I'm a creature of habit and having this big obnoxious decoration in the living room for a month is surprisingly annoying. So let us officially celebrate that the family living space is plastic tree free!

Lastly, I failed to mention that the in-laws give cash gifts for Christmas and for the first time in... well, ever, I had no clue what the heck to do with it. I've apparently come to the point where there's nothing left in the universe that I want. I can't even justify buying items from my Amazon.com wishlist anymore as I'm so behind on my reading. After scrubbing my mind there just isn't anything else. For about an hour I was planning to give it to kiva.org until my wife forbade it under the "that's obviously a scam" theory. Perhaps it is but it appeals to me on some odd level to loan a furniture maker from Paraguay $150 to expand his business. In the end I sent the wife to the spa with it but I still wonder about those third-world people trying to better their lives. Perhaps one of my readers has a suggestion for a good charity that would accept an occasional contribution?

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Christmas 2007

This year Christmas in our household started at 6:30 in the morning, a full half an hour earlier than last year. By 7:15 the festivities were as good as over and by 8:30 our youngest was officially 'over it' and having us read the same books as usual. Our eldest has made it to 9:30 at least without reaching the point of complete apathy. For my own information next year I'll record the material transactions of the day.

Our youngest, in addition to the usual holiday miscellany got a few items to feed her obsession with Mickey Mouse. Specifically a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse playset and Mickey and Minnie plush toys. The eldest asked for items related to dragons so she got a few books on the topic and a pair of plastic models and lastly a low-end MP3 player. I officially congratulate my wife on keeping the holiday relatively sane this year (at least as far as the kids go).

The wife got what she all but ordered for herself. I think the total count was one skirt, one wrap, four shirts, one pair of shoes she REALLY liked and one pair of shoes (that I picked out without her knowledge) that she really hates. On the whole, the satisfaction level is still pretty high. For my part I came away with a lapdesk and two pairs of jeans (my wife says she chose "a wash that a a young person might wear" but for my part they're just blue and I'm not sure what I'm going to do with all these pants [who needs 4 pairs of pants?]). Our eldest picked out a Hallmark Snoopy ornament on behalf of the youngest and my wife ended by raiding a few items from my ever-present Amazon.com wish list.

At any rate, I'd say Christmas wasn't totally over the top but still more than I'd bother with if were up to me. We have yet to visit the in-laws so no doubt we'll still manage to end up with much more crap than we actually need.

Monday, December 24, 2007

What makes a good Husband??

Note: This post is an extension of a previous (and more vitriolic) post that covered the same basic topic earlier today. I find this version to be a bit less abrasive but significantly more preachy. Take it for what you will...

As I was sitting in the family vehicle waiting for my wife to come out of yonder shopping establishment I heard one of those idiotic jewelry commercials on the radio. It seems, gentlemen, that a lot is riding on this year's Christmas present. If you don't make it down to Jared or the Shane Company before the day ends then you might as well forget any hope for a happy new year. And you can be assured that on December 26th when your honey goes back to work she's going to be telling ALL her friends about what a crappy husband you are if you don't get her something in that 'little burgundy box'... or is it light blue? Well, whatever the case, it had better be a little box and it better be colorful.

So to hear the local purveyor of high-cost, low-sentiment gifts tell it, the difference between a ‘good’ husband and a ‘bad’ husband can be found in how much he spends on you. It seems that the criteria for a proper marriage are all forgotten in the glitz of the latest ‘bling.’ Initially I thought this was all a bunch of marketing hype and that nobody could honestly think that way. That was until I mentioned this to my wife and she confirmed the awful truth. Apparently this *IS* the way some people think. So when the woman in the Jared commercial says, “I just want a man who’ll get me something from Jared,” that’s really someone’s idea of a good husband. Listen, I’m no expert but if that’s really the case then your standards are too damn low. Prepare yourselves for what I like to call: Rob’s Christmas Rant. You can thank those damn jewelry commercials for the topic.

OK, ladies, a good husband comes in three parts and none of them have anything to do with his wallet… or his pants… or his ‘bod’ or anything else. After you’ve been married 40 years all that crap goes south anyway so it’s not really worth worrying about it. No, what you need is a man who…

1. Listens

Of the three parts of marriage, listening is the easiest to do but also the most often screwed up. So, ladies, you just got home from a long and annoying day at work. Your boss gave you an impossible assignment and your co-workers were a bunch of helpless morons. Being a woman the first thing you want to do is talk about it; you want to work through the day in words and settle things in your mind. Not because you expect immediate answers but because talking about it makes you feel better and it’s therapeutic. The average husband comes home, generally with the same issues, and all he wants to do is go hide in the garage or on the computer or in front the television. So when you get home you tend immediately to go in different directions.

The difference between ‘good’ husband and ‘bad’ husband is simple. Good husband listens to what went on in his wife’s day. He participates in the discussion, offers insight and provides help where he can. He offers information about his own day and commiserates where possible and sticks with it no matter how long it takes because his wife’s happiness is important to him. Bad husband… well, he turns up the TV when you start to talk or says, “I have work to do, we’ll talk about it later.” Bad husband puts his own needs over those of his wife and often doesn’t even make an effort to listen to what’s going on in his wife’s life.

2. Thinks

The second part of being a good husband is the most complicated and almost every husband screws this up at least once in a while. Ladies, you need a husband who, when he does something, he takes a moment to think about how that impacts you. This is best illustrated by example. A good husband realizes that when he works late, he’s making his wife work late too, especially if you have kids. Similarly, he knows that when he fails to do his part around the house it’s generally the wife who has to pick up the slack. He knows that marriage is a zero-sum game and every liberty he takes is balanced by a sacrifice from you. The husband you want recognizes this and does whatever he can to make sure you don’t have to sacrifice your life and happiness because of his own selfish endeavors.

3. Acts

All too often men think that the third part of being a good husband is all there is to it and spend too much of their effort here. Ladies, you need husbands who realize that the outward physical and material acts of affection are merely the icing on the cake. A diamond ring is fine but until your man actually loves you enough to sit down on the couch and listen to you rant about your day, all you really have is a bit of jewelry. Further, the man of your dreams needs to realize that the gift is not nearly as important as the sentiment behind it. Those $10,000 earrings are nice but would they mean more to you than jewelry box he spent six solid months making for you?

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When my wife got back to the car we talked about the commercial and I asked her what she thought of as the ‘perfect husband.’ As usual, she merely flattered me with her selection but in the end she settled on the simple definition of: “a friend.” I think there’s a lot of truth wrapped up in that simple statement. Good married couples may not start out friends, she says, but they end up that way. Each considers the needs of the other and does whatever they can to make sure those needs are filled.

Selfishness leads only down a path of resentment. One partner harms the other inadvertently by their selfishness and the other resents it. They in turn take some small revenge and the cycle continues until everyone’s miserable. Luckily though, kindness rolls downhill just as fast. For example, if I make a special effort to ensure the house is in order when her friends come over then she might respond later by making my favorite meal unexpectedly. Feeling the benevolence from that I do her another good turn later and before you know it we’re falling all over each other trying to please each other. Doesn’t that sound like fun? And to think it all started with such a simple act that took an hour out of my day.

More important, perhaps, than any of this is the mere act of kind, simple, honest communication. For example, my wife told me that she related the story of our second date to one of her friends recently. In the story the waitress comes and takes our order but for whatever reason I refused to look at her. When the waitress leaves, my wife asked me, “Why didn’t you look at the waitress?” My wife’s friend was aghast at this. “You asked him that and it was only your second date? He must have really liked something about you to stay with you!” Most people, it seems, would have just decided that I was some kind of weirdo and never bothered with a third date. My wife on the other hand, asked me about the problem and helped me correct it. The same concept works in the other direction as well but the point is simply that you can’t expect your life with someone to get any better unless you tell them when things bother you. If you’re watching a movie and he gets himself a bowl of popcorn but nothing for you then saying, “Honey, I’m kinda hurt that you didn’t offer me any popcorn” is wonderfully effective. To a large extent we shape our mates; if you expect him to help more around the house then tell him so. If you expect her to keep the kids busy while you mow the lawn then tell her. Good spouses aren’t born, they’re made.

These things, I suspect, you will find much more beneficial to your married happiness than any amount of Christmas bling. And you can tell the jeweler I said so.

What makes a good Husband? [shorter, ruder version]

As I was sitting in the family vehicle waiting for my wife to come out of yonder shopping establishment I heard one of those idiotic jewelry commercials on the radio. It seems, gentlemen, that a lot is riding on this year's Christmas present. If you don't make it down to Jared or the Shane company before the day ends then you might as well forget any hope for a happy new year. And yes, you can be assured that on December 26th when your honey goes back to work she's going to be telling ALL her friends about what a crappy husband you are if you don't get her something in that 'little burgundy box'... or is it light blue? Well, whatever the case it had better be a little box and it better be colorful.

To be honest I was ready to dismiss all this as marketing hype and go on until I remembered one of my wife's stories. I'll spare the details but the point seems to be that there really are people who think this way. Apparently their lives are so chock full of great stuff that they need those $20,000 diamond earrings just to put that final cherry on top of the sundae. Do doubt that's how the people in the commercial felt when they get their small but colorful boxes.

Of course we, the normal people of the world, all know those yahoos are nuts. They're not putting diamond earrings on top of a wonderful marriage to 'commemorate their journey through life together' as one TV commercial puts it. They're putting on something sparkly and expensive-looking to distract onlookers from the garbage heap that is their life together. No woman in her right mind would rather have a diamond than 5 hours a week of her husband's undivided attention. You can pile up all the gold on the planet but in the end there's nothing more valuable to your spouse than the time you spend with them in frank and honest communication. Don't buy a bunch of gaudy gifts this Christmas; instead ask "How was your day?" and then sit and wait for the answer. When she tells you, commiserate; try to help if you can. Relate similar experiences. Try to share uplifting points from your day. When your spouse is having a bad day it's your job to lift her up and make it better. In other words, be a friend. There are no words a woman wants to hear more than "How can I help?" after she's had a rough day. Those 4 words can be a comfort to her for the rest of her life. The words, "I got you those earrings you wanted" will comfort her for about 60 seconds.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Headed to the Bijoux: Juno

Through a very fortuitous series of events Kathy and I got out to see a movie this afternoon. Stylistically I was strongly reminded of Napoleon Dynamite except that this movie had the advantage of being funny, at least in parts. The thoughts that rumble through my head are relatively predictable...

As usual, Hollywood optimizes characters until they're utterly unrecognizable as people. If kids in high school have interests as deep and wide as the ones portrayed in this movie then where are the adults with such interests? Perhaps it's merely a Midwestern trait but most people I know are much more grounded in the simpler things in life. Juno introduces us to teenagers who act more like my father than any teenager I've ever met. I'd love to meet such people if they actually exist or at least swap CDs with them. The soundtrack for this movie, which featured songs I've never heard by an artist I've never heard, was also brilliant; pity I'm too lazy to find out more about the music involved.

I was also amused to see that the movie revealed 'dark man secret #3': Every man who is not the eldest of 12 is scared shitless by the idea of having a baby. Now that is not to say that they will admit it; clearly women have a visceral need to have children and no man wants to step on that, especially in a new marriage. Men will say (as one of the movie's characters did) that they're looking forward to having a child and ready to be a parent but when it comes down to it we don't know beans about babies. Babies are delicate, illogical and the most important thing in a new mother's life so it's a damn scary prospect that as men we might be called upon to take care of one with exactly 0 previous experience. In the end though the wife builds the father she wants for her child in the first year. If your husband isn't the father you expect then it's your job as mother to correct him; in all likelihood he doesn't know crap about taking care of a small child. OK, I've wandered far enough off topic ...

For somewhat ineffable reasons I find the father in this movie very personally relatable. When things are at their worst for the daughter he's cool, calm and collected. His dry sense of humor also seems familiar. Funny, I always seem to see myself in these screen people. My wife says this guy is me forwards, backwards and all directions in between:



I'd call that totally and utterly inaccurate but you make the call on your own.

Jets... officially cooled

I was chatting online last night (yeah, I know. ME chatting online. Hard to believe isn't it?) and the person on the other end of the conversation described my recent blog entries as 'manic'. I couldn't agree more but I might choose the word frenetic just to be opaque. Anyway, it was a good observation and looking back at 12/19/07a I really need to just relax and not worry about ultimate outcomes so much. Pursuant to that I have drafted a legal document, which I will have notarized on Monday; it states simply that should I fail to relax within the next 14 days I will forfeit 65% of total assets... No, wait, shit... that's the wrong way to go about it too I think. No, it'll be better if I just let the wind blow me about a bit and see where I end up, hopefully not tangled in any power lines.

All other mania aside, I have absolutely determined that I need to go into the office on a regular basis. The fact that I went in twice in two weeks and people looked at me like an uncooked goose at Christmas dinner makes me think that I'm quickly becoming a stranger. At some point that becomes a not-so-good thing. Plus it's always good to have more reasons to shower. Currently I'm aiming for Tuesdays and Thursdays. Even if I'm totally invisible to everyone I can at least observe these curious human creatures close-up.

Making my way through the first 70 pages of Dune reminded me just how much I enjoyed the book in the first place. It's one of those books I read as a child and lost several days to with hardly a notice that they had gone past. It also brings to mind the fact that I need to be more careful drawing the line between 'recreation' and 'work'. I tend to take things that should be recreational and turn them into another unpaid profession. I won't belabor the blog with examples but the words card 'business' must ring a bell with at least some of you. (See the autobiography part 7). Anyway, point is, I need to learn to recreate properly and not turn everything into a second job.

Speaking of recreate, it's worth mentioning that I seem to be enjoying work as of late. For some reason the merest inkling of the tiniest idea that my work might be appreciated seems to be highly motivating. This all falls down of course when it's determined that nobody actually knows what it is they want and you hop from one idea of what to be done to another. Anyway, in an optimal world, doing a job that is important and having people recognize that work might be the best recreation of all. That sounds like good resume tripe to me at least.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Random Thoughts for 12/22/07

Thought the first: Always talk to the wife. Chances are about 90% that she not only understands the situation better than I do but will also have something constructive to say. Even if she doesn't have a solution, the mere act of talking about it out loud will often resolve most difficulties.

Of course my favorite movie is on but I didn't notice until it was 80% over. I was, at least in time for my favorite quote, "And remember, my sentimental friend, that a heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved by others."

Seeing my favorite movie on reminds me that I need to watch "Sweeney Todd"... no, not that movie thing... the good one with all the singing. GOD this is a good opera...



"... what happened then? well that's the play and he wouldn't want us to give it away..."

genius! Genius I tell you! Does make one a bit peckish too...



OK, so maybe after all that the points are:
a. Never underestimate the value of an opinion from the other side of the gender gap. Women frigging know EVERYTHING. (And ladies, men know some stuff too; the trick is finding one who will tell you all those dark 'man secrets'.)
b. Don't eat any cheap meat pies.

Time Off Sucks

Alright, it's pretty clear that this is going to be a long five days. I'm 4 hours into a 5-day vacation and I'm already hopelessly bored. I'm not sure I can blow another 100 hours watching television.

What sucks is that this is a side effect of actually enjoying work for a change. Back in the days when I was ready to quit, weekends were a joy. I couldn't get out of the place fast enough. The past week though has been really enjoyable; I've managed to keep myself busy, I've had a lot of entertainment from friends in the office and there's an air of hope in the place. My mind is constantly abuzz with excitement of a personal and professional nature.

Now when I think of five days stuck at home it just pales by comparison. Luckily, I suppose, my wife has expressed the same sentiment so we can at least commiserate on that point. That unlucky woman has two weeks of this rot to look forward to; I hate to think how she's going to feel over the summer when she's kicking around here for three months.

Pushing outward, I wonder if others feel this letdown. Yes, I know the holidays are supposed to be a time of joy to reconnect with family and all that but I think that in today's society co-workers really are an extension of family. In fact, I'll readily admit that I know the people at work a HELL of a lot better than I know my in-laws and furthermore they're a hell of a lot more interesting. Perhaps I'm the exception because I'm so thoroughly detached from my natural kin but I'm not getting the warm Christmas glow here so much as holding my breath waiting for it all to be over so I can get back to my life. Christmas seems not so much a celebration as it is a practical exam in personal tolerance as we remind ourselves why we don't hang out with certain relatives more often. Add to that the accounting required to make sure that each person has EXACTLY the same amount spent on their thoughtless and unnecessary gift and I'd say you have Christmas in a very tidy and cynical nutshell. Ho Ho *adding machine prints* Ho.

Friday, December 21, 2007

The Nature of Friendship

As it has become abundantly clear to me that I'm not going to be able to 'quiet my mind' enough to either read or sleep it seems I might as well blather on about something...

This story, as it turns out, begins two days ago as I sat at lunch with a friend. Somehow we came around to the topic of friendship, etc and she said that in her experience all her really good friendships had a sort of epiphanous moment in which things seemed to change gears from mere acquaintance to more of a ... well, I don't remember her exact words (I REALLY need to take better notes if people are going to spout wisdom at me) but suffice to say that the relationship deepened on some significant way.

So as I sat here this evening reading and re-reading and re-re-reading the same page of Dune and trying to put the Muad'Dib in his 'proper place,' those words rolled and rolled and rolled through my mind. They're of some significance today of all days especially but then I realized that I'd heard that same idea months (if not years) before. The story, plus or minus identifying details goes something like this:

Years ago I was level two support at a software company. It was my job to help support the level one staff who were actually on the phones with customer issues. At one point we had a new employee in the level one group and the two of us had chatted on occasion in a casual way but nothing particularly heavy. After he'd been working there a few weeks I came to him and asked if there was anything I could help him with. Apparently something in my delivery struck him the wrong way or gave the impression that I was saying he wasn't doing well and that really pissed him off. I went on to explain the situation and that I was, in fact, just there to help with anything I could since that was, after all, my job. That, my friend indicated, was an identifying moment for him as far as I was concerned and we've been good friends ever since.

A quick survey of others I consider 'good' friends reveals a similar pattern. In all cases there seems to be some moment of conflict or tension or high emotion that breaks down the barrier between mere acquaintanceship and true, lasting friendship. Without this watershed moment, friendships seem to just fizzle and grow cold. There's only so much smalltalk and light-hearted banter you can exchange with a person before it becomes tedious. If you don't have some moment of revelation and openness to create truly open lines of communication then you eventually just run out of words. And really, that's OK. One can't possibly be 'best buds' with everyone.

This rambling brought to you by: insomnia. I think that has about done the trick though; I've just about put myself to sleep. Good Night Austin, Texas wherever you are!