Motivation Monday: (Tuesday Edition) Paul Coelho

“So, you have how much experience in this field?” He made me wait in an uncomfortable meeting room for ten minutes. His assistant was in a rush for me to finish the five page, photocopied application. The application they had me fill out was something that I’ve never seen before. I was thoroughly convinced that it was set up specifically to deter…well…everyone. In the previous employer section, there was a part that I had to fill out entitled, “Why Did You Leave Your Last Job?” Like, differences of opinion, unable to meet unobtainable sales numbers, or getting laid off weren’t good enough reasons? Is it really pertinent to this job I’m applying for? Should I remember the reasons you let me go in the future for the next company that doesn’t want to hire me to begin with?  “How much experience do you have in this field?” He said, barely interested in what he was reading.

The week before, I applied for several jobs in one day. Got calls back on all of them. This job that called me back, I had no (literally no) experience in. I never expected a call back from them, but that all changed when the phone rang and I answered like some college kid hung over from the night before, “Who are you again?” Things, suffice to say, didn’t go so well for the next 24 hours.

They called me into a job that I had no hope of ever getting hired in, the boss’ assistant had to tell me to hurry up and fill out a five page application that was written by Beelzebub. Nothing in my life has prepared me for this moment in time. The boss of the company was playing with me; filling the air with, “Oh. You went to University…not a trade college?” and, “you know, it is difficult to find a job in this area.” He said to the guy who’s unemployment just ran out and who’s been looking to no avail since January. “How much experience do you have in this field.”

Although I didn’t say it, my expression was doing all the talking. “Look pal, I don’t know how I got in here, but you and I both know that this is just a waste of time. Can you just hurry up and get to ‘no’?”

Waste of time.

What to do now?

Beat my head against a wall for another 8 months, or get up and move in another direction?

I’m studying Quickbooks. I don’t need an MBA or have to be certified by some board, all I need is experience and the will to know how to use it. And, since everywhere in this town is a Mom-and-Pop Venture and they don’t need CPA’s with a Harvard degree, it would behoove me to bone up on this skill and become a gun-for-hire.

In the meantime, I have bills. And they’re piling up.

I’ve been saying it for months. I’ve been dancing around the subject but never really pulling the trigger. I’ve been motivating myself every week, and I still have yet to take that initial step forward.
By the end of this week, I hope that I have some Freelancing gigs. Which is kind of a big deal, because I’ve never done this before. But considering the circumstances, I have very little choice.

I’ve been putting on my Bravado hat for months now. I’ve been saying that I will do this. I will do this. I will do this.

…so why haven’t I? (Excuse me while I talk to myself for a minute…)

Marilyn Allysum
  • I don’t have enough followers? No, that can’t be the case. You have a fraction of the readership any other blog would have, but you’re gaining interest every day, and you trust and love each of your followers. The numbers will grow. Just give it time.
  • I don’t think I’ll be able to reach the requirements? Well, considering you’ve just cranked out over 600 words in just under 30 minutes, I don’t think that will be much of an issue. You used to thrive under pressure. You also had a mild stroke at 35. Regardless, it’s in your nature to do this.
  • My research skills aren’t that great? Dude…I don’t wanna hear this. You were born in the Year of the Rooster, do you know what that means? That means you are a born detective. You were named after the Patron Saint who found things that couldn’t be found. As soon as one of your so-called jobs asked you to do research on a certain subject, you dove right in without thinking twice. This is what you do. Stop denying yourself this. You aren’t a numbers man. You’re a words man.
  • I’d run out of things to blog about? Okay, now you’re wasting my time…which is essentially YOUR time. I think you have run out of excuses…

So, why haven’t you done this?



There is nothing to fear because nothing has happened yet. And nothing will happen until you move forward. If you want to fear something, fear not moving forward. Fear not taking a chance. Fear not believing in yourself.



Fear giving up.



…It’s up to you…

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Whatever I Want Wednesdays: Where Is Fancy Bred? (Caution: Rant in Progress)

Okay, to be honest… I thought it was “bread”. I always thought that Benvolio was looking for a specific baker that made this particular loaf of Pumpernickel. Which was rather odd because he was gambling for his life at the moment. Maybe picking the right casket made him…hungry…what was I talking about?

Anyway, this quote:

“…Where is fancy bred? In the heart, or in the head?”

-William Shakespeare (Merchant of Venice)
Forget for a moment that this quote is more noted for being in a certain movie, this question basically asks: “How should we love? Passionately, or wisely?” Implying, of course, that never the twain shall meet. As with many things attributed to the bard, this quote could easily be applied as a life lesson for many things other than amorous crushes. Would it be too far removed to ask, “How should we live?”

I never gave too much credence to any so-called “Self-Help Gurus”, or “Life Coaches”. Perhaps it was the jaded nature of my generation that casts a wary eye to these individuals. Our childhood dominated by experiencing the Vietnam War on a nightly basis, the ripple effect left by Watergate, and the seeds of the Cold War being planted and cultivated may have also formed our mindset. I remember being herded into our high school gymnasium on a yearly basis to be screamed at wowed by these “Motivational Speakers”with their big hair, loud Cosby Sweaters and go-get ’em attitude telling us to be MOTIVATED!!….apparently for the sake of being….MOTIVATED because your typical high school teacher had no idea how teach it themselves and had to get someone else to do it. Someone else that was hired by…I don’t know…let’s say Texas school text book publishers. Someone who thought that getting some dude in his forties would be the perfect candidate to communicate with the kids, because they’re cool and rad too! THEY know how to reach the kids! THEY know what they want…because we tell them to like what they want…Look! He’s singing along with a Foreigner song! He MUST be one of us! He’s so relatable! I mean, forget that its a band made up of old dudes and the only people listening to them are your crazy uncle who blares it from his 8-track in his customized van, forget that a kids in the 80s (the cooler kids) are more inclined to listen to Van Halen than to a band that came out 10 years before we got old enough to appreciate it!….I wish MTV would hurry up and get here…but YEAH! He’s rockin’ out and telling us to be good little subservients! And he’s got concert lighting and smoke machines! I wish he were MY friend.

If the iPad was invented thirty years earlier, I guarantee you every face would be pointed towards the floor as every student Tweeted about how much of a poser this guy was. We didn’t have that back then. All we could do was give him the blank stare and fidget in our seat and wait for the lunch bell. For some, the result of having to sit through this painful ordeal had a positive effect and made (somewhat) of an impact that lasted a day or so. For the rest of us, we regarded it is bullshit window dressing designed to waste time before some of us went to vocational school. The people in the office buildings would say that their efforts paid off. The kids that it was directed it had a different opinion.

The 80s kids never listened to this, because we failed to see the point in it. We failed to see the point in it, because we felt we were being talked down to, and dressing it up in loud clothing and putting a cocaine induced smile on its face wasn’t making it any better. For all our trappings and our ambivalence, we failed to see the point in it, because your message still wasn’t reaching us, and we’re not that stupid.

But, no matter. We leapfrogged from the days of Leo Buscaglia and Deepak Chopra, and graduated to Tony

Robbins and motivational posters when we entered adulthood. Soon, the backlash happened. We figured out that we could buy our own platitudes for encouragement. We figured if we were at the point of needing help, and were motivated enough to go to the bookstore to by motivational poster or a self-help book by some New York Times Bestseller…then we are pretty much motivated to do…well…anything.

Soon, the Motivational Speaker craze gave way to a different animal. Soon, the Cosby Sweaters were replaced by slick, 80s throwbacks with their supposedly expensive suits, sitting on their Lamborghini that’s parked outside of their palatial mansion and telling the late night television viewing audience that they have the secret to success as bikini-clad models drape over their arms. These men have claimed to make it big in real estate and flipping houses, or knowing the right algorithms of the stock market, or some other far-fetched scheme, and they could give their knowledge to you…that’s right…YOU! All you have to do is sacrifice your entire weekend, write out a check for $1500 while you let this guy scream at you to buy his book while you fidget in your seat at the convention center while you check the clock and patiently wait for the time when you can go to the bathroom.

Where is fancy bred?

We are not that stupid. We failed to see the point of it because what you were selling has fallen on deaf ears and empty wallets…

 

Can you personally build a better business system than McDonald’s?

No, Mr. Kiyosaki, I can’t. But, I suppose you could distill the essence of attaining an MBA into one weekend retreat? Oh…also, thanks a bunch  for trying to make me regret not getting accepted into Harvard where I may have had a chance to build a better business system were my proclivities drawn to such a direction. Not all of us are so lucky. Not all of us are successful. Not all of us can afford to buy and sell real estate to flip for a profit. If we could afford it, then we wouldn’t plunk down hard earned cash to listen to you drone on for days.

I don’t mean to pick on the guy, but I don’t get the people who try to hammer his point home either. As if I needed any help in understanding a principle.

Well, that’s just it. Isn’t it? We have to redefine what “quality” means. When it comes to McDonald’s churning out a quality product, McDonald’s is way down on that list. Consumer Reports had them practically at the bottom. But since the individual experience doesn’t matter, and we’re talking a macro level model, then yes, you’ve got me that McDonald’s metrics on cranking out the same “quality” food on a consistent basis. I mean, they employ such winning tactics as that whole “Pink Slurry” thing as well as exploiting their workers to maximize profits, I think the question should not be “can I build a better system”, but rather should be, “can I build a better system that I can in good conscious live with myself after implementing?”

But, just for a moment, consider that all the consistency in the world isn’t going to do you much good where you’re churning out crap. Saying that, “McDonald’s customers aren’t really expecting that much” is saying something to the effect of: “…where the common customer had a choice from the dollar menu or consuming a shovel full of dirt with cheese on it, the customer will almost always pick the dollar menu…” It’s like they considered the shovel full of dirt. Does anyone else see this? Implying that McDonald’s is the only kid on the block is also pretty ludicrous. Sure, the field is a little smaller as of late as Burger King flies the coop to Canada, but they’re on the same level of crap slinging as its rival is. If an American institution pulling up stakes to head north to avoid paying taxes like a draft dodger trying to avoid the Vietnam War isn’t enough to get you to stop patronizing these places, maybe waking up one day and realizing that much closer to diabetes every time you eat there will? Maybe? No? Oh…okay….Oh LOOK! The McRib is back!!!

“Take a number? Yeah, sure. No problem.”

The Big Two of McDonald’s and Burger King aren’t the only kids on the block. Quality may not enter in the equation now. You may not see it now. But what about the long term? If these guys are placing at the bottom of the list as far as customer satisfaction goes, pretty soon that little nugget of infomation will catch up to them. 5 Guys, In-and-Out, Fatburger, White Castle, all consistently crank out an infinitely better product, and their business isn’t hurting either. Are they using the same model as McDonald’s? Their product is more expensive, and yet there’s a line out the door at my local 5 Guys and nobody seems to mind, myself included. The lines are quick at any one of the dozens of Mickey-D’s in my town, and I see red every time I order a burger that has been obviously been microwaved. Is that a better business system? Is that something I should try and emulate?

I guess what’s really getting to me is that people still confuse quality over quantity. Success isn’t necessarily a numbers game. Yes, there is about 10 McDonald’s and Burger “Great White North” Kings to every one 5Guys, but that doesn’t mean that those restaurants are any better. It just means that people don’t know any better. And don’t give me that whole, “well, it’s cheaper” argument. That’s another discussion for another time. Cheaper doesn’t mean better either, it just means people can’t afford to take a chance on anything else, and we suffer for it.

Personally, I could care less. I can’t stomach fast food anymore, but that’s not the point. What’s really getting to me is that most people will always go for the dollar menu and not be bothered to take a chance on anything of sustenance, like cooking something for themselves that doesn’t involve a microwave, or reading a blog that doesn’t have a list on it.

Where is fancy bred?

It will always be the heart. But I’m trying really hard to feel it from the head.

 

Not What I Was Looking For…

Seriously!

…But I’ll take it.

I was shooting for Robbins, or Pynchon, or Thompson, or Brautigan or any one of dozens of maniacal authors who have ever lived. I strive to join the Brotherhood of Warrior Poets whenever I sit down at my keyboard.

Instead, I got Agatha Christie.

I write like
Agatha Christie
I Write Like. Analyze your writing!

Granted, I’d like to think that there’s a madness to my method, and Agatha knows a thing or two about madness… albeit, better dressed.

Okay, okay…I put my latest work through the analyzer, now let’s see what they say to something I have bubbling on my back burner…

I write like
Rudyard Kipling
I Write Like. Analyze your writing!


Ugh…really? Is it because I use talking animals? Is that what you’re building that opinion on? Not Richard Adams? Art Spiegelman? Okay, maybe not Spiegelman. But, Kipling?

Look, I know I’m sounding insubordinate and ungrateful, but I want to write like somebody cool! I do not want to write like someone I used to fall asleep to in high school!

Still though, perhaps all those times that I struggled through “Ivanhoe” and still couldn’t remember what it was about, maybe all those times where I had to choke on a classic against my will, maybe it did have an effect on me. Maybe the seeds were planted a long time ago and are just now bearing fruit?

Maybe I’m destined to do this. Maybe I’m meant to live next door to the masters with their immaculately trimmed lawns, in-ground pools, and security gates. Maybe my romantic notion of carousing amongst the rabble on the other side of the tracks is just a lie… 

…Meh, whatever. I’m pulling a Sir Distractsalot at the moment and I should be getting other stuff done. But in the meantime, I’ll try to be like you…

Thank you +Michelle Stanley for bringing this to my attention…