Longtime readers might notice that I've changed the formatting here a bit. The new font may have a bit of a Southern accent. It should; it's called "Georgia" and I happen to like it. Peachy, if you ask me. I also changed the margins to be flush left and right. That gives it a nice, neat look. No doubt these things will go over most people's heads and they won't care or notice. That's OK. What really matters anyway is the content of what I write. So why did I write all this nonsense to get started? Because I spilled something on my keyboard and wanted to make sure the keys were all unstuck after I cleaned it up. Exxxxxcept for the xxxxx key, all is good.
Today's episode may contain some scary things, like my opinions about a few things, along with a little advice. So before we get into the meat of it, please take note:
Listen to Chimichanga. He is smarter than you think he is. Those giant ears aren't just for looks, y'know. Chimi can hear a penny hit the ground a mile away—and he knows where, too. What is this "Chimichanga" creature? Your worst nightmare, that's what. He may look like a harmless, fluffy little critter from a National Geographic documentary, but Chimi is in fact a killer chinchilla with a bad attitude and an appetite for blood—yours. Among his peers, he's known as "Chinzilla." You can't see the tattoo because it's on his belly, but he'll gladly turn over and give you a close-up right in your face. Look at him carefully...would you dare to mess with anything like that? I didn't think so.
So, what's next, you ask? Good question. That's why we're here today. Let's take a look at a few things, shall we? You can stop reading any time you want, but just make sure it's OK with Chimi before you actually walk away. Or given Chimi's record, try to walk away is about as far as you'll get.
Firstly, I recently read that many companies will not hire a person who has been out of work for six months or longer. To me, that kind of thinking is a supersized order of McStupid, and here's why: while it is true that a person who hasn't worked for a long time may have skills that are a bit tarnished, with most people, it all comes back fairly quickly once the person is back behind a desk, machine, etc. Sort of like riding a bike—you never forget. To reject anyone like this is like passing up perfectly good food because it's not as warm as you'd like it to be. As the good Lord gave us microwave ovens to heat up food, He also gave us something called "patience," which too many upper management types seemed to have left in their other outfit. Surely they must know that it costs less in the long run to hire someone older with basic skills, a good work ethic, and the likelihood to stick to the job than it does to hire someone who just got out of college and will stay for a half hour before wanting to do something else. Young people these days tend to do just that. (I've seen it.) But management doesn't always "get it." In fact, I've long said that the higher you go, the less oxygen there is. Think about that. It's true that the college kid may have a fresh view on things, learn quickly, and an endless supply of energy, but he hasn't been put to the test. For whatever reason, many young people these days have the attention span of dust. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against young 'uns—I even have have one. But experience is invaluable, and I have a lot of experience. And despite being over 50, I do learn quickly. The whole rehiring/retraining process is incredibly expensive for a company. (By the way, regarding patience, I'm not including doctors—their patients are out in the waiting room reading the latest about Watergate in Life magazine.)
Secondly, while we're on the subject of patience, just what happens to some people when they get behind the wheel of their car? For instance, what makes people think they can drive their car by sitting in your back seat? When they tailgate, aren't they that close? I never understood the need to see what's in the guy's trunk ahead of me. As a driver, there is no need for me to be able to see the hair in your nose or count your freckles, either. Do you think I'm going to speed up when I'm at the limit already? No! I don't want a ticket. Y'think I'll move over to the side of the road just to let you by? Not likely. Then...BACK OFF! Patience, Grasshopper, or you'll get a complimentary brake check.
Thirdly, while we're on the subject of giving someone space, we have to remember that some people already have space—right between their ears! Those people have what I call "Wind Tunnel Syndrome." (After all, isn't everything outside of normal a "syndrome" these days?) Here, though, I'm talking about letting others have some time or distance to themselves if they need it. If you're married, let your husband go watch a football game with his buddies. Why drag him to go look at curtains at the mall? Let your wife go shopping with her pals and make your own damned sammich. Besides, since she's not home, put extra bacon on it. Your kid wants to sit over in the corner of the yard studying bugs by himself? Don't send his sister over and force him to share the experience with her. Such was my childhood, and look where it led—I've gone to the blogs.
Fourthly (and if I keep thinking of more things, I'm sure I'll get to "eleventhly" and sprain my tongue), who taught people how to spell? I already wrote about this (read it here), so I'll keep this short. Some people who call me a friend also call me a spelling and grammar Nazi because of my obsession with following the rules with regard to spelling and grammar, and how so many people fail to do so. Just click the link in pink and read what I wrote. See how short I made this?
Fifthly, if that's even a word, before you go out somewhere, kindly consult a mirror. There is nothing so threatening to the visual environment than having to look at someone who can't tell that the size S shirt doesn't fit over rolls and rolls of bodily acreage. Not even in Acreage, Alaska [rim shot]. Those size three jeans will not hold up (or stay up) on a body with a double-digit size beginning with a 2. And if this is the case, please consider doing a couple of things: wear appropriate sized clothing, and invest in a gym membership. Sorry to be nasty, but with some effort, you'll end up looking and feeling a lot better. And so will our eyes.
Sixthly—and finalthly, if you have children, please teach them some basic manners. No one wants to hear your little darlings scream in the library or in a store. No one wants to fall over them while they're running around playing because Mom and Dad are too busy doing other things. All children get tired or bored easily. Take them outside when they start acting up in a restaurant or church or an office. Even better still, teach them the appropriate behavior in the first place.
Before I sign off here, I just realized something—I never did answer the question, "What's Next?" Could that have been on purpose? After all, not answering it gives me an excuse for writing more stuff for you. ;)
Firstly, I recently read that many companies will not hire a person who has been out of work for six months or longer. To me, that kind of thinking is a supersized order of McStupid, and here's why: while it is true that a person who hasn't worked for a long time may have skills that are a bit tarnished, with most people, it all comes back fairly quickly once the person is back behind a desk, machine, etc. Sort of like riding a bike—you never forget. To reject anyone like this is like passing up perfectly good food because it's not as warm as you'd like it to be. As the good Lord gave us microwave ovens to heat up food, He also gave us something called "patience," which too many upper management types seemed to have left in their other outfit. Surely they must know that it costs less in the long run to hire someone older with basic skills, a good work ethic, and the likelihood to stick to the job than it does to hire someone who just got out of college and will stay for a half hour before wanting to do something else. Young people these days tend to do just that. (I've seen it.) But management doesn't always "get it." In fact, I've long said that the higher you go, the less oxygen there is. Think about that. It's true that the college kid may have a fresh view on things, learn quickly, and an endless supply of energy, but he hasn't been put to the test. For whatever reason, many young people these days have the attention span of dust. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against young 'uns—I even have have one. But experience is invaluable, and I have a lot of experience. And despite being over 50, I do learn quickly. The whole rehiring/retraining process is incredibly expensive for a company. (By the way, regarding patience, I'm not including doctors—their patients are out in the waiting room reading the latest about Watergate in Life magazine.)
Secondly, while we're on the subject of patience, just what happens to some people when they get behind the wheel of their car? For instance, what makes people think they can drive their car by sitting in your back seat? When they tailgate, aren't they that close? I never understood the need to see what's in the guy's trunk ahead of me. As a driver, there is no need for me to be able to see the hair in your nose or count your freckles, either. Do you think I'm going to speed up when I'm at the limit already? No! I don't want a ticket. Y'think I'll move over to the side of the road just to let you by? Not likely. Then...BACK OFF! Patience, Grasshopper, or you'll get a complimentary brake check.
Thirdly, while we're on the subject of giving someone space, we have to remember that some people already have space—right between their ears! Those people have what I call "Wind Tunnel Syndrome." (After all, isn't everything outside of normal a "syndrome" these days?) Here, though, I'm talking about letting others have some time or distance to themselves if they need it. If you're married, let your husband go watch a football game with his buddies. Why drag him to go look at curtains at the mall? Let your wife go shopping with her pals and make your own damned sammich. Besides, since she's not home, put extra bacon on it. Your kid wants to sit over in the corner of the yard studying bugs by himself? Don't send his sister over and force him to share the experience with her. Such was my childhood, and look where it led—I've gone to the blogs.
Fourthly (and if I keep thinking of more things, I'm sure I'll get to "eleventhly" and sprain my tongue), who taught people how to spell? I already wrote about this (read it here), so I'll keep this short. Some people who call me a friend also call me a spelling and grammar Nazi because of my obsession with following the rules with regard to spelling and grammar, and how so many people fail to do so. Just click the link in pink and read what I wrote. See how short I made this?
Fifthly, if that's even a word, before you go out somewhere, kindly consult a mirror. There is nothing so threatening to the visual environment than having to look at someone who can't tell that the size S shirt doesn't fit over rolls and rolls of bodily acreage. Not even in Acreage, Alaska [rim shot]. Those size three jeans will not hold up (or stay up) on a body with a double-digit size beginning with a 2. And if this is the case, please consider doing a couple of things: wear appropriate sized clothing, and invest in a gym membership. Sorry to be nasty, but with some effort, you'll end up looking and feeling a lot better. And so will our eyes.
Sixthly—and finalthly, if you have children, please teach them some basic manners. No one wants to hear your little darlings scream in the library or in a store. No one wants to fall over them while they're running around playing because Mom and Dad are too busy doing other things. All children get tired or bored easily. Take them outside when they start acting up in a restaurant or church or an office. Even better still, teach them the appropriate behavior in the first place.
Before I sign off here, I just realized something—I never did answer the question, "What's Next?" Could that have been on purpose? After all, not answering it gives me an excuse for writing more stuff for you. ;)
