Esse Quam Videra

She won’t see it, but a young woman I helped today was wearing a ring like this. OK, but newly minted because she had just graduated from Holy Names. Mine came from Marylrose. I changed the subject about WHEN I had gotten the ring because it wasn’t really the point. We talked about her new computer and where she was going to college and that Holy Names was going to become middle and high school only. She asked who I knew there and I allowed probably the only person I knew was the Head of School and that when I’d been there she’d been a fresh out of college, rookie English teacher.

Anyway, she said, “you should wear your ring!”

I wear other rings now but for the record here’s the ring.

Esse Quam Videra.

To be, rather than to seem to be.

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Day 27 NaPoWriMo Bonus Real-Life Haiku

Sparked by a real-life moment today. What a jerk.

hint: My “exCUSE me?”
and you repeating yourself
will get you “that’s RUDE”.

you were more than rude
and then you repeated it
when I called it out.

The explanation:
the reasons you think you’re right
to be so rude… wrong.

or

Justification
reasons entitling you
to be so rude… false.

Day 19, NaPoWriMo

I was without an idea today at lunch and tonight when I got home so I took a swing at the suggested prompt from NaPoWriMo.net website:

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write the latter kind of “how to” poem – a didactic poem that focuses on a practical skill. Hopefully, you’ll be able to weave the concrete details of the action into a compelling verse. Also, your “practical” skill could be somewhat mythological, imaginary, or funny, like “How to Capture a Mermaid” or “How to Get Your Teenager to Take Out the Garbage When He Is Supposed To.” Happy writing!

It was a tonic and lime sort of night, what can I say? This is what came out.

Recovering from a really bad day,
As in, from a really bad day at work:
Smile blankly most of the day and be cheery
like no one you could stand to be right now
Do your job. Do it so well you feel good
about it even though you hate it all.
Listen so carefully that you’re intense.
Ask thoughtful questions. Soak in the answers.
Later you’ll put ice in a glass and then
measure gin, fill with tonic, squeeze a lime.
Sit down and watch an old M*A*S*H show and let
the tears flow at the very sad ending.
Do the stuff that really matters to you.
Rinse and repeat and repeat and… repeat.

Day 14, NaPoWriMo The Black, The White, The Grey

Heard this on the radio on the way home and thought – that’s it. What is going on with this? From Berkshire Employers Focus In On Millennials:

Citing statistics, Lande says millennials want to feel connected and fulfilled in their job while being able to recognize their impact on the business and community they live in. He says younger people also want their co-workers to be their second family. One of the area’s largest employers of millennials is General Dynamics Mission Systems, which creates and maintains products for the armed forces. Deputy Director of Engineering Wayne Marzotto says 530 of roughly 1,200 employees at the Pittsfield site fall into the age range.

“We’re seeing an attrition rate that is kind of unprecedented in our business,” Marzotto said. “Normally we’ve seen attrition rates around two to three percent. We’re seeing attrition rates that range around eight percent. That’s one of the challenges, to not only attract millennials, but actually to retain those type of folks.”
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“Today the workforce, and I say ‘workforce’ because it includes millennials, but it is not only them, they crave a work-life blend,” Lande said. “Or the grey, as we call it.”

You can listen to the whole radio piece here. The grey? seriously?

Meanwhile, here’s the poem du jour. I wrote it tonight, after thinking about the radio piece some more. If you want to read the other earlier poem, it’s here.

The Black, The White, The Grey

“A work-life blend, the grey, as we call it.”
What is black? What is white? Work, home, other.
Who decided that blending the two realms
making it all a smudge of grey is best?
How fuzzy would you like my life to be?
How much do I have to like this or that?
How can I not leave home and shut the door
and feel like I am leaving it behind?
Not just the cats will grudge my time away.
I think of what I’ve done in hours pieced
together from the nights and the days off
nudged towards being finished slow bit by bit
It’s not just home I leave for a commute
I leave home but the door never closes.

Day Ten, NaPoWriMo

A couple iterations of this so far

This morning, travel to your destiny
the straight highway, the winding road unknown.
Of those who surround you, some companions,
others hurtle unknowing toward their fates
coming to a rest wherever they land.
Watching the signs roll by, take the right one,
merging into the journey ongoing.
Unexpected problems may stop the flow
progress-slowing detours bringing new views,
meandering, offering shiny quests
before returning, weary, no regret,
hear the siren song of coffee beckon
Pull up to the resting place which awaits.
Walk with boldness to meet the day ahead.

Things I’m Pretty Sure Of

If you’re a big guy wearing beats headphones and you choose the moment, the exact moment that I’m opening a cash drawer to put a wad of money into it, to demand that I help you buy a new phone… and when I tell you that I’m in the middle of helping a customer right now but I’ll get someone to help you and you proceed to tell me that you need help buying a phone…

I’m pretty sure that either you should take the freaking headphones off so you can hear what I’m saying OR there’s a reason why you chose that moment to stand way too close to me. So I’m pretty sure you should back off bub.

And I’m pretty sure that if you keep telling me all about all the ways that other people tried to help you connect to your home wifi while you weren’t home… that they really didn’t do anything and since your wifi works flawless on this network, I’m pretty sure that there’s nothing physically wrong with your device.

I’m also pretty darn sure that if you were asked to leave another store because it’s closing time, that it’s closing time in all the stores in the mall. Pretty darn sure. So you should go home and enjoy your evening. Thanks for stopping by! See you soon! Pretty sure!

Saturday

I am sitting in a waiting room, waiting for an oil change for my car. That’s the sort of dreams that waiting rooms are made of right? Thought I was off tomorrow too, but no. Still have to figure out how that happened. Guess it’s better to show up as expected. Or I could stay home as *I* expected, but I have mentioned this change to too many people I guess.

So I’m doing the adult thing, getting the oil changed. Sitting in the waiting room adding words to my NaNoWriMo story. Am trying to figure out how obvious a recent change for my main guy Matt should be. It was a big change and will get bigger but should others be able to notice it? He’s trying to minimize it himself, but maybe he doesn’t want to recognize the size of it yet himself.

So while we wait, he’s having dinner with his family.

After the car’s ready I think I’ll pick up a few things from the grocery store to go with the veggies at home. Turnips, potatoes, green beans, corn, crimini mushrooms and strawberries… Yeah something to go with those things!