Monday, April 24, 2017

You'll never work here again - yawn

That is not the first time I've heard those words. Saying "you will never works here again" is almost like when Ringo points a gun at Jules in Pulp Fiction. And Jules said something like "I don't want to disappoint you but this is not the first time I've had a gun pointed in my face".

For whatever slight, somebody who thinks they're in power over me likes to take the attitude that if they have anything to do with it I will never get another job in the place again. And yet​ I still work in the place. A cockroach. And I leave when I close to leave.

I think it's mostly because those people move on as well and I become peripheral to them. And I'm sure they think that they are moving upwards. Perhaps they are.

But in about 18 years now of working in places where some people just really don't want me, I have come to see a pattern. The people who think they control me can hate me or love me. But if I provide value for the company's customers then they sure as hell can't ignore me and it's hard for them to get rid of me.

And the cockroach survives.

Wild fermented - blech!

I can't believe that with all the technology that has gone into yeast, and wine production that wild-fermented is considered to be a thing. I tasted one a couple of days ago from Mclaren Vale and it just reminds me of sloppy home-made wine.

And on the other hand when I'm feeling adventuresome perhaps I will try it this wild ferment Sauvignon Blanc. But not tonight.

I suppose that's wine.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Bad copywriting

This is everything you love about IKEA plus some of the things you don't love about IKEA - that's what the ad says.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

If you wanna get closer to me, then find some middle ground

I had a disturbing conversation the other day with a close family member. I think he wishes we would spend more time together but he had a strange way of trying to motivate me towards that.

He was showing one of his recent projects to someone else on his phone and said "Cullen could do that stuff but he chooses not to".

For a nanosecond I imagined that I was getting some acceptance of the fact that we all have different pleasures​ in life, and some measure of respect that my passions were different to his.

Fool I am. The very next words were "so when are you going to give up skydiving -- you know you're separating yourself from everybody by doing this". I'm sure that in some way he means well.

What is shame. The one thing that he thinks might bring us together actually driving us apart.

A good friend just died young. It was a situation where three hours extra of consciousness would have been a lifetime.

That extra three hours would have been spent with the people he truly loved or doing a thing that inflamed his passion. Not putting up a lean-to roof (or similar​) with people he thought were ok. So that they were happier.

The thing I took away from that is that even a half an hour spent doing something that somebody else likes for no other reason that they want me to?

Not gonna happen.

Monday, April 17, 2017

In life​, we are _never_ the apex predator

This is my favourite T-shirt. It reminds me that whenever you think you are on the top of your game there is always something around the corner.

And there is always someone bigger, meaner, and more dangerous than you are.

We are never the apex predator.

Monday, April 10, 2017

The man trap: Other people's expectations

I am watching a young couple recently. As I get older and reflect on the things I've seen and done I can't help but feel some trepidation for the young guy.

I know it's not deliberate but it just seems to be a pattern that the male becomes an extra in the grand production that is "the family".

I would not change today anything else in my life. The creation of our nuclear family is the thing I am the most proud of. Many men feel the same, and it is often that paternal instinct that is taken advantage of. And perhaps men forget themselves.

"You have a family now, stop doing that silly stuff" is a sentence that I hear from "caring interested" people. A boss that I once had and respected said to me "you won't still be jumping out of planes like a monkey when you're 49 years old". Wrong, Rod. But I nearly did forget myself.

The number of men that I've seen drop their own set of passions and live another's dream - amazing. A guy who love trail bike riding - no more. Many others a skydiver no more. One's plan to work one's way around Australia - no chance.

Back to my two young friends. I watched them having an animated and semi-private a conversation the other day. I could tell that it was about having children.

The male was saying "no that will mess things up, think of all the things we do now that we couldn't if we had to be managing mumble". They caught me paying attention and the guy looked like a rabbit caught in a trap, with the female being all doe eyed and coy. I thought to myself "you've got no chance buddy'.

My thoughts are that people going into a marriage need to be careful about whose vision they're living out. If there's tension there, throughout the marriage, then perhaps that's a sign that both people are getting some of what they want. Unfortunately for the man he will probably be branded childish selfish and irresponsible. Suck it up cupcake - you've never been any different.