I knew I was going to get fired.
I tend to be a bit paranoid, especially after having been fired from a job, but this didn’t feel like paranoia.
This one, I felt like I had earned.
Not to get too inside baseball about how I do this here blog, but on Wednesdays I either post something I wrote years ago or something based on what I’ve written before — hence the “Written in Past Lives” tag.
Unless there’s something specific that I know I want to revisit, I basically just poke through my old stuff to see if there’s something that grabs my attention.
Which brings me to last August.
I downloaded Zoom because I had a job interview just as … you know … was showing the first signs of the havoc it would wreak on everyday life.
Since then, I’ve used it for a couple chats with friends and former coworkers, and my exercise class just moved online.
I don’t have any meetings to go to online, so for the people who do, there’s something I want to know.
I saw a job listing from a company that included the phrases “leads ideation sessions” and “drives the executional design.”
Because apparently they prefer 25-cent terms and not nickel ones like “ideas,” “brainstorming” or “execution.”
Had the listing been interesting otherwise, I might have forgive its assault on the English language and applied, but it didn’t, so I didn’t.
“Get in, loser. We’re going to The Chateau.”
The “loser” reference was tongue-in-cheek, but Suzi figured going out for Italian food would be better than what I had been doing all afternoon — alternating between anger and feeling sorry for myself … when I wasn’t angry while feeling sorry for myself.
I have a very smart wife.
Gray, foggy, cold, feeling like it’s raining even when it’s not … the kind of day that’s just the definition of “blah.”
At least it wasn’t snowing, and in February, that’s always a good thing.
And it’s time for three of the greatest words in the English language — “pitchers and catchers.”
I recently got flagged for a job that I’m sure paid a good salary with good benefits, for an institution I’m guessing has plenty of resources to help someone succeed.
I probably would have applied for it if I had any interest in or qualifications for being an elementary school principal.
The question was “How do you respond to criticism? How do you respond to praise?”
I said I either get angry at or agree with the former and look at my feet when the latter happens. The woman I was talking to replied with the advice she gives.
And it was four words long.
Heading into town, Mariah Carey’s “All I Want for Christmas Is You” on the radio, the sun shining outside the car while I’m warm inside it.
A house on my left has inflatables, including a dragon holding a Christmas gift, on the front lawn. The impatient driver in front of me passes illegally over a double yellow line.
It’s a common route, even now, but I used to take it every day, and about four hours sooner, because it’s the way I used to go to work.