Every Day Proves Itself
Every Day Proves Itself. That is my mantra. Yesterday doesn’t matter. Tomorrow never arrives. Today, this moment, that instant — the notion of the immediate now — is the prime drive of the day.
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What Was Won
Barack Obama is the President-Elect of the United States. In 11 weeks he will be sworn in as the 44th President of these United States. In the image below, an artist has reversed the biological history of the candidates to reflect Obama as a wholly White Man — with John Edwards’ infamous Nancy-boy haircut — and John McCain as a Black Man. If the image had truth instead of imagination — and the only thing changed in both men was the color of their skin — would John McCain have even been the Republican nominee?
Never to the Bitter End
When I was younger, if I started a project — any project — I finished it all costs to the bitter end.
Knowing Your Work Wins Your Wants
Too often we are forced to do work that only sustains us and does not win out wants. How we combine the work into winning is the complex conundrum that fascinates few and frustrates many.
CPT and Working a White Man Job
Running on CPT is a Racist phrase originally used against Black people to generically describe their lack of time management — but it can now also be effectively used on anyone who is perpetually late. “CPT” translates to “Colored People’s Time.”
Stealing Student Content
The University of Iowa’s famous Writing Program is under fire from its graduate students — and the creative world at large — for its new “Open Access” philosophy of publishing creative works of its students on the internet to be found and indexed by Google and other search engines.
The Nature of Part Time
What is the nature of a part time job?
It is to be a swing person that can work in a finger snap? Or is the nature of part time to be willing to work the shifts no one else wants?
As a youngster, I was involved in radio a lot and I loved the live medium.
I was a part timer that worked the weekends and the weekend overnights. If someone took ill during the week, I had to sit in the chair and take over with less than an hour’s notice.
Wherever I was in the city, when the radio called, I had to go. That dedication to work meant I missed a lot of weekend opportunities to spend time with friends and to have any sort of a social life.
Being on the radio raised no peer chits. In fact, there was a certain resentment among my friends and associates that I was “too young” to be on the radio, and that I should be working as a waiter in a restaurant like them.
The moment of clarity about working on the radio hit me an hour after I had four wisdom teeth removed. I was pumped up with codeine and not feeling good. I could not speak. I could barely open my swollen mouth.
The phone rang.
A Boss is Not a Friend
In America we have, for some reason, come upon the notion that your boss must like you: Your boss must be your friend.
The problem with that shallow thinking is friendships prefer equality over stratification. Friends don’t like to take orders from friends.
A boss’ job is to instruct, direct and lead and there are no co-boss companies that work well because the direction is divided and opportunity is split like Solomon’s baby.
If your boss demands friendship — be wary — because at any time the friendship can be revoked while the master-and-slave dyad necessarily remains.
If you wish to befriend your boss, immediately retire that notion. You will be seen as cloying and clever — and neither of those labels can ever overcome the emotion of friendship falsely offered.
Graveyards Will Kill You
Many of us were shocked to learn working the graveyard shift will kill you.
A Return to the Workhouse
When Ebenezer Scrooge wondered aloud in Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” — “Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?” — in response to a request for a charitable donation, that inquiry should make us wonder today if, indeed, we should make a reformed visit to the workhouse ideal.
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