“What do you know about self-hypnosis?”
I swear, I have the most random conversations with AJ’s dad sometimes. Every time I talk to that man alone, it’s like he switches into depart-words-of-wisdom mode. It’s awesome, though. He’s so funny, and so… odd. In a good way. If I had a tenth of his willpower, I’d be set for life.
Fail
Is anyone else routinely defeated by the “To Open Press Here” tab on the Kraft Mac & Cheese box?
Not-so-secret-secret
I love reading Post Secret, but it always leaves me feeling kinda sad.
Putting out.
I decided to do the 365 days project on Flickr. It’s already been quite a bit more fun than I anticipated. I like feeling obligated to pull out the camera at least once a day. If I do nothing else all day that engages my brain, I at least have to think of a picture.
I’ve missed being creative. Hopefully this inspires other outlets as well. It’s been too long. If you’re into Flickr, you can see the stream here: http://flickr.com/photos/hezekiahblue/ .
The dark side.
Lately I’ve been thinking quite a bit about how the person I am at work is not who I want to be. The actual <i>working</i> part of things is fine, but there are some large chunks of the way that I relate to coworkers that should change. I don’t treat people outside of work the way that I treat my coworkers. I am consistently nicer to the stranger ringing up my groceries than I am to some of the people I work beside every day. Want to explore this.
1. When people fail to perform their work to expectations, it creates more work for me.
2. It falls to me to “coach” or converse with the offending employees about the shortcoming.
3. I don’t convey warm-fuzzies when I’m coaching. Neither do I convey them when I’m irritated, which is often, while at work. People misinterpret my reservedness as hostility, and that’s only furthered when I finally do speak to them and it’s concerning something they’ve done wrong.
People are going to continue to screw up. They’re human, and we’re a very busy store. It’s going to happen. How do I make them care enough about what they’re doing to ensure they only make mistakes occasionally, instead of repetitively? Command-and-control doesn’t work, but it’s the only style I know. Need to find someone to model after. Greg would be good for this.
365 days of me.
The 365 Flickr project I was looking at is actually a group of people who take a self-portrait each day for a year and post it. I love looking through this group, because there are so many talented, beautiful people doing it. In this particular group, no esoteric interpretations of “self-portrait” are allowed. The photo must include at least part of your body and also be taken by you. I love the fact that it’s that limited. I’ve really enjoyed seeing the hundreds and hundreds of different ideas people come up with.
Of course, it works best when the photographer happens to be beautiful, heh. I’m tempted to force myself to try this, but I think it would really bother me, eventually. I don’t really enjoy the way I look. Part of me thinks that doing this would be therapuetic. The rest of me thinks it would just be torture.
I don’t have a remote for the current camera. I just ordered one on ebay. Dunno if that means anything.
Flickr’d
I stumbled across a photo stream on Flickr that interested me. This woman is doing something she calls “365 Days.” From what I can gather, it’s just the resolution to post a photo once every day. The story of this girl and the boy she fell in love with through Flickr is lovely.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/rosie_hardy/
Makes me want to Flickr, hehe.
Crippled
I love reading PostSecret.com, but it always leaves me feeling a little sad.
Also, my left elbow is bothering me. Has been for a couple of weeks now. I think I will actually try and find a doctor and have it looked at. I have this fear that they’re going to tell me it can’t be helped. I’ve never minded birthdays before, but this year I will turn 30. I remember standing on the flower box at the house in Virginia Beach, knowing I was going to get old and wishing I could stay 14 forever.
But then, back then I thought I could talk to the wind. So.
Morning lite.
I’ve started getting up a little earlier in the mornings. I don’t have to be at work until 8am now, and until recently, I’ve been using the extra time as an excuse to stay up later at night. After switching things around a little, though, I’ve come to realize that I really rather enjoy these quiet extra moments in the morning. It’s worth going to bed at a decent hour.
Now, to begin using this time for fitness… -groan-
