Jul 192007
 

I started working as a technical writer in January 1994, and my first “in my field” boss, who I’ll call Susan, spoiled me. Susan was kind, nurturing, and insightful, and I grew quite a bit with her. We remain close friends today.

Susan’s worth a post sometime, but tonight I really wanted to talk about my next boss. I’ll call her Leigh. She was one of the most nakedly self-centered and arrogant people I’ve ever met. Her expertise and intelligence were impressive, but the constant self-promotion was a big turnoff. She was very much a “but enough about me–what do you think of me?” sort of person. It didn’t hurt her M.O. that she was a statuesque blonde with piercing eyes and all of the correct curves. She was hot, both physically and mentally, and she knew it–but more importantly, she wanted you to know it.

I let Leigh’s arrogance, coupled with my fondness for Susan, cloud my opinion of her. Leigh was responsible for the user documentation for what was then one of the flagship products of the company, and she never shut up about it. Conversely, I had fallen into her group because of a reorg, and most of what I worked on was nuts-and-bolts stuff like drivers and utilities. I had the impression she didn’t think much of my work, and in my youth, I let that get to me a bit.

The truth is that she was one of the best bosses I’ve ever had. She left me alone. When I needed someone with teeth as an advocate, I would go to her office and explain the situation, and she’d invariably go do what I asked her to. During my stint with her, she gave me one review. She rated my performance excellent, and her comments demonstrated a far greater understanding of what I did than I ever thought she had.

I had a bit of an epiphany that evening about Leigh.

Last I heard, she and her family had moved to the Seattle area. I tried to email her a couple of years ago, but it bounced. I hate that. Had I gotten in touch with her, after we exchanged greetings, I wanted to tell her that it took me a few years to realize that I didn’t sufficiently appreciate her at the time. Also, I wanted to apologize for not being nicer to her. I’m sure she would have blown it off, but I’d have said it, and she’d have remembered it later when she didn’t have an audience.

In a boss, you can do considerably worse than a person who constantly reminds the world how great she is–particularly if that’s her only real flaw.

And thank goodness for the lifelong human capacities to grow and learn.

Thanks to dan.wygant.org for the image.

 Posted by at 12:12 am
Jul 162007
 

Right before we moved to the Huntsville area in 1986, I sold some of my baseball cards to Phil, a dealer I’d met at a local flea market two years earlier. I carried my binder into his shop, he lowballed me, and I took it. I got probably 15% of what I could have gotten for them had I just been patient and sold them to collectors individually. It was likely a $400 error–all the money in the world to a 15-year-old.

I felt a vague resentment about it for a while, of the sort that any bad deal would generate, but I never wished Phil any ill will for it. He was a businessman looking out for himself, which is what businessmen do. I was the right age for a lesson or two the hard way. It wasn’t like he had a pistol in my face.

A few months ago I Googled Phil. I was curious about how well and to what degree he’d made the jump to the online world, and if I found him I thought I might say hello. I was saddened to discover that he died more than nine years ago. He was 52 years old.

I was additionally saddened to read that his mother had survived him. I never met “Gert,” as he called her, but he spoke frequently and fondly of her. He described a woman who spat a lot of venom up front, but was endlessly loving and tender behind her facade. And she buried her baby boy. I don’t think this life can deal a greater horror.

I’d make 20 more bad deals with Phil if it would bring him back for her.

Thanks to collectsports.com for the image.

 Posted by at 11:26 pm
Jul 162007
 

I’ve long asserted that Isaac Hayes possesses more natural coolness than anyone else on the planet. At last, some kind soul has posted on YouTube the ultimate proof: the video for 1979′s “Don’t Let Go.”

“Isaac Hayes is pretty cool. But the coolest on the planet? How you figure, Bo?” OK, check it out. It’s not hard to find him being cool in something cool. I could make an inductive case that way. But the true indicator is “how cool is he in something ridiculous?”

Click here for the video.

Name one other guy on the planet who could do this so suavely. This is a bad disco video to an okay disco song, and it might give you a chuckle or two. But looking back from 2007, it’s an effin’ freakshow with anyone but Hayes at the helm. Look at what he’s wearing! Check out the swaying! And yet, the cool will not be denied.

Isaac Hayes is the man.

Thanks to isaachayes.com for the image.

 Posted by at 1:57 am
Jul 152007
 

Charles and I have been enjoyably checking each other’s word choice for 20 years now. Lea and I have been doing it for 13.

I can’t tell you exactly how the minus five (-5) game started. Charles, Russ, and I started playing in high school, and I think it kept traction with us because it was a savvy and fun way to distance ourselves from what everyone else said.

It’s simple. If you utter a cliché, old or new, within earshot of someone also playing the game, you get smacked down with a “-5!” or “-5 for (cliché)!”, where (cliché) is whatever tired word or phrase you spewed. Salutations are largely exempted–a “how’s it going?” or a “take it easy” isn’t going to get you -5ed–but just about every other sort of conversation is subject to -5.

Originally, awards were as frequent as demerits. A clever phrase turn or a perfectly used 50-cent word would get you a “5 points for (cool thing to say)!” But anymore, it takes a substantial brilliancy to receive points. Mostly you just lose ‘em, and that suits me fine. When it comes to speaking effectively and interestingly, I have found we are in far more need of negative reinforcement for mistakes than positive for good usage.

(Incidentally, as anal retentive as we all are in one way or another, nobody actually keeps track of point tallies.)

Constant vigilance is necessary. We are continuously assaulted with verbal banality, and it takes effort to prevent it from creeping into our vocabularies.

An exhaustive list of offenses is quite impossible. But pretty much anything you’ve ever heard that may have been clever once, but has been reduced to the verbal equivalent of baked chicken and vegetable medley, qualifies.

Dangerous -5 Territory

  • Just say you’re going to bed, and say good night. That’s safe–the former as a simple declarative statement, the latter as a salutation. Saying you’re going to “hit the hay,” “get some shuteye,” “get horizontal,” “get 40 winks,” “cut some Z’s,” or “go to beddy-bye” is a -5. Saying you’re going to turn in is iffy.
  • “Let’s get something to eat” is okay. “What tempts your palate?” -5. “Down the hatch” as you’re taking a bite? -5. “Whet your whistle?” -5. “That hit the spot”? -5. “Grab a bite” is iffy.
  • Just say it was a good trip. You did not “burn rubber,” nor did you “have the pedal to the metal.”
  • It rained. Maybe it rained a lot. It did not “rain cats and dogs,” nor was it a “gullywasher.” Before it happened, a storm was most certainly not “brewing.”
  • You were nervous. You were not “sweating bullets” or “on pins and needles,” nor did you feel like “a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”

You understand, I trust.

The -10
The -10 is rare, but possible. Current or relatively recent fashionable phrases driven to overuse are rich territory for such. “NOT!” as in Wayne’s World? -10. “Talk to the hand”? -10. An occasional longstanding triteness may make this list from time to time, as well. But generally, few -10s are inflicted.

I’m pleased that the -5 game has survived this long, and as robustly as we still play it, I have no reason to believe its demise imminent. An enjoyable pastime with which we can playfully zing one another while simultaneously training ourselves to be better communicators must be a good thing, yes?

 Posted by at 10:43 pm

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