“We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come.”
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Please Tell Me This Is The Shape Of The Future...
Yesterday we did a practice run at the new restaurant. We opened the doors to a few customers and tried to work out some of "the kinks" before our official opening day next week.
Due to some electrical and logistical issues it was a really rough day for most of the employees (myself included). At the the day one of the owners individually approached every employee, from the porters to the management team, and offered a sincere "Thank You" for helping out under not ideal conditions.
While this probably did not really raise an eyebrow amidst the other employees, I had the hugest grin on my face and warmth in my heart. Instantly I was reminded that over the 38 months at my previous job, my former boss gave me a "Thank You" only 3 times...I am not making that figure up...I literally kept track of the 3 instances he said these words of appreciation.
Starting a new job is always stressful, but these two words made all the difference in my attitude regarding this past week.
Due to some electrical and logistical issues it was a really rough day for most of the employees (myself included). At the the day one of the owners individually approached every employee, from the porters to the management team, and offered a sincere "Thank You" for helping out under not ideal conditions.
While this probably did not really raise an eyebrow amidst the other employees, I had the hugest grin on my face and warmth in my heart. Instantly I was reminded that over the 38 months at my previous job, my former boss gave me a "Thank You" only 3 times...I am not making that figure up...I literally kept track of the 3 instances he said these words of appreciation.
Starting a new job is always stressful, but these two words made all the difference in my attitude regarding this past week.
Fruit Virgin
I often proclaim to love fruit. While this statement is true, I must add that not all fruit is created equal in my mind. Give me a ripe banana or an apple and I am satisfied. While I have nothing against the taste of oranges, I rarely eat them. As an example of the embarrassingly carefree adulthood I live, I don't eat many oranges because in my mind it takes far too long to peel.
The sane reader will note that it can't conceivably take more than minute to peel an orange, while this is literally true, in my mind when I want to enjoy a piece of fruit I want to enjoy it this very second, and a minute seems like a lifetime.
The other day I was at the grocery store and had a craving for an orange and proceeded to purchase one. On the way home I mentally psyched myself for the arduous task of peeling that was in my immediate future.
Without any hyperbole I can state that it was absolutely the best orange I have tasted in my entire life. It felt as if every previous orange I had eaten had been a scam, a farce, an insult to my tastebuds. In short I sensed that I had only then tasted what an orange was meant to taste like.
Of course, when I returned to the same grocery the following day to procure more of these delicacies I was rewarded with the taste of a bland generic orange. Thank you Universe for crushing my spirit in one fell swoop.
The sane reader will note that it can't conceivably take more than minute to peel an orange, while this is literally true, in my mind when I want to enjoy a piece of fruit I want to enjoy it this very second, and a minute seems like a lifetime.
The other day I was at the grocery store and had a craving for an orange and proceeded to purchase one. On the way home I mentally psyched myself for the arduous task of peeling that was in my immediate future.
Without any hyperbole I can state that it was absolutely the best orange I have tasted in my entire life. It felt as if every previous orange I had eaten had been a scam, a farce, an insult to my tastebuds. In short I sensed that I had only then tasted what an orange was meant to taste like.
Of course, when I returned to the same grocery the following day to procure more of these delicacies I was rewarded with the taste of a bland generic orange. Thank you Universe for crushing my spirit in one fell swoop.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Envy Or Pity?
Should people be envious or piteous of me when I mention that Jeff Goldblum was working out at my gym?
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