Catty Loba

So say me-ow
So say me-ow

Well, wasn’t I just the cattiest wolf ever in yesterday’s post? Slashing out at Gen-Y like the sad, still-sometimes-flannel-wearing Gen-Xer that I am. I would say that I’m simply out of touch because I’m now over 30 and I just “don’t get” the generation after my own. Truth is, though, that I don’t even get my own generation most of the time.

I really don’t get, however, the attitude that I have witnessed in some younger coworkers. Things like expecting kudos because they showed up at the time they were supposed to show up. This was a true moment from my last workplace (stupid me, thinking that such a thing was kinda sorta mandatory).

Uh-oh, I’m feeling another catty surge. Maintain, Loba. Maintain!

I guess I just don’t expect that much out of my work. I expect a regular paycheck. I expect to work with like-minded professionals (most of the time). I expect that I will enjoy some of what I do, but that’s not the point (see expectation number one). I don’t expect to get constant kudos for doing what I’m paid to do. When I started where I am now, I had to fill out a form stating when I would arrive and when I would leave. I just assumed that this would be a daily expectation, not something that required daily affirmation.

True, I severely stretch the limits of “business casual” with my Docs and more-casual-than-business attire some days (I tend to use as my excuse the fact that it’s just not the designer/IT style to be dressy, which works most of the time). I also indulge in the Gen-X/Y need for ADD-style computer use, with multiple programs and multiple tabs running in Firefox, all vying for a piece of my attention (like right now: I’ve got five programs running and seven tabs open to different Web sites, including one of the ones I manage).

However, I also know that when it comes time to buckle down and get the job done, I do just that. I come in early. I stay late. I take work home with me if I need to do so. I pull weekend duty or late-night duty. No, it’s not fun. It is what it is. Yes, my boss thanks me profusely and I very much appreciate that. But I don’t expect it, because 9 times out of 10, she’s right there in the trenches with me, doing the same thing.

I need to be more lenient, I suppose. The work place is a constantly evolving place. I know for a fact that I would not have made it in the work environment my grandparents worked in. Then again, look at all that has changed since then. Would their environment have existed if they’d had IMDb, blogs, and online news one mouse-click away? Probably not. But would they have lowered their expectations of coworkers and employees because of these things? Should they have? Should we?

Bring Your Brats to Work Day

Take my stapler again and I will cut you!
Those stupid kids tried to steal my stapler!

Ironically, no, I’m not the one who called today by this entry’s eponymous name. One of my coworkers is to thank for this one.

For those not in the know, today in America is “Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work” Day. Otherwise known as “Get Out of School Free” Day, or, as I call it, “Big Freakin’ Joke” Day.

See, this day was originally begun by the Ms. Foundation for Women back in 1993 as “Take Our Daughters to Work” Day. It was begun as a way of showing young girls that the modern workforce was not just a boys’ club anymore and that there were just as many career opportunities out there for them as there were for stinky boys.

Then apparently someone whined that it wasn’t fair that this was a day just for girls. Yeah. You know what else isn’t fair? That women still make only 77 cents to a man’s dollar in some workplaces. Strangely enough, however, I’ve never been told that I only have to do 77 percent of the work in comparison to my male coworkers. Another thing that isn’t fair…life is full of such moments; those whingy boys should have been taught this lesson early.

To make matters even worse, this day has somehow metamorphosed into a complete and utter joke. Kids come to work with their parents and are handed over to staff, who have to give up part of or their entire day to basically provide free child care while the parents work. Nope, the kids don’t even stay with their parents throughout the day. They get shown around the office and then given “activities” to entertain them. Things like games and coloring. Then they’re fed. Then more activities. Once, they even went to the movies. Then a snack. Perhaps next year, a nap can be worked into the schedule.

[Note: I am basing all this on what I have witnessed at my current and previous places of employment. Perhaps today is celebrated in more sincere and productive ways elsewhere; I have simply never been witness to such an occurrence.]

This is just further evidence that even the best ideas can go horribly wrong. I think this was a wonderful idea when it was originally created. I think that my generation was pretty much the first to be encouraged to believe, from a young age, that even girls could grow up to be whatever they wanted to be. This isn’t the case anymore. Today, girls and boys both seem to be imprinted from a very early age that they not only can do or be whatever they want, but that they are entitled to do or be whatever.

I, therefore, propose that this day either be abolished or changed once again, this time to become “Reality Check” Day in which these obnoxious little children are taught that, no, the world is indeed not your oyster or waiting to be served to you on a silver platter. And the workplace is not going to be like elementary school, where you were given kudos and accolades (and really stupid “Great Kid” bumper stickers) just for being you! (Generation Y, after reading articles like this, I’m looking right directly at you.)

It’s instead an Office Space amalgamation of banality, insanity, frustration, and disappointment…but sometimes, every so often, you’re lucky enough to stumble upon something that you really love doing and that sometimes even brings you accolades from supervisors. Sometimes you’re lucky enough to find a job that you almost 100 percent love…except for those rare occasions when children impinge themselves upon your usually happily-cloistered-among-adults existence…

Return of the Wumpus Huntress

The hunt continues into the 21st century...
The hunt continues...

Wow. Someone out there loved Hunt the Wumpus so much that they recreated it in Java. I’ve played it a couple of times so far, and it’s pretty spot-on to the original game play, but with much better graphics. Very nice!

There’s something so comforting about seeing a remake that actually does the original justice. Perhaps Hollywood could take a page from Dreamcodex’s game book and stop with the craptastic remakes! Yeah, that’ll happen.

Looks like they also did a remake of Munchman, but I haven’t checked this one out yet. Apparently, you have to download something and install it. I push the boundaries quite a bit at work, but I think I’ll sidestep this one 😉

I think I might also start talking about video games a bit more often here. I used to be quite the gamer. I’m still playing, thanks to a more than generous gift of an Xbox 360 for my last birthday. I’m nowhere near the obsessed game play levels that I used to be at, but I’m still in the game, haha.

Perhaps my next gaming entry will be all about finally playing my very first game from a long-standing franchise. Hmm, whatever could that be?

The Miseducation of America

During my commute this morning, I heard about a report released by The Education Trust that states that, if current trends continue, one in four students currently in high school here in the States will drop out before graduating.

So much for No Child Left Behind.

Even more disturbing was the very next report, which announced that state budgets around the country are in such dire trouble that tuition rates for many public colleges and universities are slated to skyrocket. Some states are even considering mid-semester tuition hikes to cover their shortfalls.

Begs the question then: Why is it so important for high school students to actually graduate when they will more than likely not be able to afford a college degree, which in today’s society has become what a high school diploma was to my parents’ generation?

Sorry, but I am particularly surly when it comes to this topic. I find it abhorrent that we are such a global failure when it comes to educating our children. And the failure is so multi-tiered that it’s going to take a lot of work for us to ever come close to improving things.

First, teachers are horrifically underpaid, under-appreciated, and in some places, under-protected. I had a friend who left her contractor job to become a teacher at a school here in D.C. She left after less than a year because she had a breakdown after being subjected to verbal and physical abuse from her students. Oh, did I mention that her students were 6 years old?

That leads to number two: Parents are severely failing when it comes to raising children who understand that you don’t bite and spit at your teacher. Or attack them with a baseball bat, which is what a high school student here in Maryland did a few years ago.

It doesn’t take long for qualified teachers to realize that they are in for a world of abuse for a pitiful paycheck. So schools are very often left scrambling to find people with bare minimum qualifications (Are you a warm body? You’re hired!) to teach students filled with such utter apathy and contempt as to be uncontrollable. They also wield undeserved power over teachers. Many teachers are terrified of taking any kind of punitive action toward unruly students out of fear that they will be accused of some horrible misdeed. I’ve known teachers who refused to speak with a student in private without either having another teacher present as a witness or leaving the door to the classroom wide open.

Next there is the still unchanged truth that school is “danger and disease wrapped in darkness and silence.” Okay, so maybe that’s space according to Dr. McCoy, but I think it can be applied to many schools. Ten years after Columbine and I question what, if anything we have learned from the actions of those two shooters. True, school officials now take threats more seriously, but have they also taken seriously the scarring effects that perpetual bullying can have on the psyche and the soul? Especially on kids who obviously have very little parental supervision and interaction. I mean, come on, these two boys were stockpiling Terminator amounts of guns and ammo, trying to build bombs in their rooms…and their parents were completely clueless.

(I’ve said much more in my last blog about Columbine, and I will be posting a link to that blog very soon. I promise.)

So you’ve got terrified and sometimes under-qualified teachers dealing with unruly students who often lack any form of structure or discipline from their parents, interacting in an often bully-infested school culture. Is it any wonder students are dropping out at an alarming rate?

Of course, this is not the environment at all schools. But it is a recipe for disaster that I think is playing out in way too many cities throughout this country and that cannot be ignored any longer. Improved testing is not going to solve this problem. Government intervention isn’t going to solve it either (unless the Obama administration has some clever trick up their sleeve that is going to retrain parents in how to raise even moderately behaved children).

I truly believe that the change does need to start in the home. Parents need to become more involved in their children’s lives. Ask them about their day, teach them not to disrespect others, join them while watching television or playing a game, engage them in conversation. And if you just can’t be bothered with all that, then don’t have any kids. If you raise them correctly from the very beginning, 9 times out of 10, I’m willing to bet they’ll be a far better little person for it.

And then you send them off to school, where they don’t abuse their teachers or their peers. And then, just maybe, teachers will stop being afraid and will start returning to the schools. You know what, though? Start paying them better! Screw the millions thrown at athletes. If these undeserving demigods are really playing the sport because of their love of the game, switch their annual income down to match the median income of the state for which their team plays. We’ll see just how deep that “love” really runs. And send that extra money into the communities where it will actually do some good, including keeping college tuitions down low enough so that everyone can afford the opportunity to a higher education, not just the rich.

I know, I know – I’m dreaming on all these fronts. I just find it so freaking frustrating every time I hear statistics like I did this morning. We should be doing better by our country’s children than this. We need to do better. But what do we do? And is it too late for the current generations? Or has the damage already been done?

Amazon.com Pre-order Fail

Whoever came up with the system that provides recommendations to Amazon.com customers based on their previous purchases really needs to tweak a few things. I just received the following notice:

preorder

Because, truly, if any two movies belong together, they are Kalifornia and the Beethoven series. In fact, I don’t think a better cinematic pairing has occurred since the splendiferous serendipity of the Candyman/Mary Poppins double feature at the 1998 Fhuthawuckia Festival.

Actually, this pairing reminds me of one of my favorite YouTube videos. Some clever git out there recut scenes from Mary Poppins and turned them into a trailer for a horror movie called Scary Mary. Quite effective job they did, too.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2T5_0AGdFic&hl=en&fs=1]

50BC09: Book Number 10

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This was the perfect sorbet after a hearty meal like Dan Raviv’s tome against Wall Street greed. I actually finished this one in a little more than a day. I was just too lazy to come online this weekend to write about it. Yeah, sorry about that.

I must confess that I do enjoy watching some of the shows on Food Network. I’m by no means a culinary aficionado. I boil a mean pot of water and I’ve been told that my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are to die for 😉 Okay, that’s not completely true, but I’m not really a fan of cooking. I do, however love some of the Food Network stars. Chief among the elite is, of course, Paula Deen. I like real women. I think Paula falls smack in the middle of that category – either that or she’s a better actor than Elizabethtown revealed her to be.

This memoir, It Ain’t All About the Cookin’, while a quick read, was packed with the intimate details of how Paula Deen went from small town Georgia girl to the queen of all things Southern food. And when I say intimate, I mean intimate, right down to a joke about spitting or swallowing. Oh yeah.

She’s funny, self-deprecating, honest, and bawdy, and if you’re looking for a great summer beach book, this should definitely make your list. Plus, she ends almost each chapter with a yummy recipe, so it’s like confessional and cookbook all rolled into one!

Final score: 3/5.

Next on the reading list: Calculating God, by Robert J. Sawyer.

P.S. – Paula, honey, don’t think that you were ever foolin’ anyone about the fact that you smoke(d). That glorious nicotine-soaked laugh of yours gave you away from the word “go.”

Flashback Friday: Hunt the Wumpus

Be vewy, vewy quiet...I'm hunting Wumpus!
Be vewy, vewy quiet...I'm hunting wumpus!

I’ve been a tech-geek for a very long time. Since 1981, actually. That’s when my dad bought us the Texas Instrument TI-99/4A computer console. Before you read any further, visit this Wikipedia page and relive a bit of my childhood vicariously through the main photo. This was exactly how ours looked, with the RF modulator, the speech synthesizer box, the solid state cartridge, and the cheesy brochure with Bill Cosby on the cover.

This was a HUGE deal back in 1981, especially for our little blue-collar family. This mediocre-by-today’s-quad-core-standards little console was quite an investment. But boy did it get a workout. We had educational game cartridges that I used to play all the time. We had the Touch Typing Tutor cartridge that I tried in vain to master, not realizing that the non-standard-sized keyboard was more suitable for the Oompa Loompa Secretarial Academy than for my ever-growing bear paws.

I did, however, master the keyboard enough to learn a bit of BASIC, my first programming language. I would tap away on that little keyboard for hours, entering hundreds and hundreds of lines of code just to bring up a green screen with a box in the middle that flashed primary colors in psychedelic patterns. Sometimes I would program it to activate the speech synthesizer and make it say profound things such as “I am a TI 99 4A computer.” This was, of course, before I reached the age of making Dr. SBAITSO say dirty words (but that’s for another Flashback Friday).

Then, of course, were the game cartridges. We didn’t have a lot of the games but we did have classics such as Parsec, Burgertime, Alpiner, Munchman. I was quite the Munchman whiz, actually. In fact, I was bloody ace at Munchman. I mastered all 20 levels, only to learn that after the final level, it just started over from the beginning – only at a faster speed. Keep in mind, though, that this was before the dawn of save points. So I would sit for butt-numbing marathons in which I wouldn’t stop until I either won or my red-haired temper would get the better of me and I’d just have to give up for the moment. I still remember the hand cramps from holding that tiny little joystick for hours.

Then there was Hunt the Wumpus. I HATED Hunt the Wumpus. Check out the link and you’ll see an animated segment from the game. You move your little hunter from pod to pod, looking for the Wumpus. If you hit on a green pod, get out fast! It’s a slime pit. If you hit on a pod with a funky looking “M” creature, get out! It’s a sleeping bat. If you disturb it too often, it will wake up, grab onto you, and transport you to another part of the maze…possibly right into the lair of the Wumpus (this happened to me more times than I care to admit). Flashing red pod? Means the Wumpus is near. If you have an inkling of logic, you can figure out how to dance around the Wumpus lair, pinpoint where he is, and choose wisely where to fire your arrow.

How many 7-year-olds do you know with impeccable logic? Exactly my point. I oozed major suckage at this game. I was always seeing the Wumpus teeth coming down on me, accompanied by the Wumpus death theme. Yet, I kept playing. By the time I began to move away from this little console and toward the bright shining light of my very first “big girl” computer, I was actually able to kill the Wumpus more times than he would inevitably kill me. Victory was indeed mine by the end.

I believe my dad still has this computer and all its accessories. In fact, I’m willing to bet he even still has the little 13-inch television that he hooked it to so that I could play in my room (which was his response to me overtaking the family television one too many times for my BASIC coding marathons). Maybe I’ll poke around the next time I visit my parents to see if I can find it. Maybe it’ll still work. Maybe I’ll be able to hunt the Wumpus one more time…

Oh, and props to the TI-99/4A Videogame House for being able to transport me back to my childhood with some great screen captures and animations from all the games I’ve mentioned here.

50BC09: Book Number 9

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Finally! You ever end up with a book that you don’t think you will EVER finish? That’s how I felt about Comic Wars, by Dan Raviv.

Don’t get me wrong: It is an interesting book, detailing the near bankruptcy of the company that has brought about some of my all-time favorite superheroes, including my favorite band of merry mutants, the X-Men. But it was a dense mofo. Any book that’s more than 300 pages of single-spaced, 11-point-font text with no hard returns between paragraphs is going to take a while to read – especially when it deals with the machinations of Wall Street slime.

This was like Gordon Gekko: The Marvel Years. If you think that Wall Street tycoons are nothing but fiduciary schmucks…well, this book is most assuredly not going to change your opinion. Didn’t really do much to bolster my view of lawyers either. It’s also a lot of posturing, investor speak, legalese, and courtroom grappling, so if you’re not of that mindset, it might be a long and dull road at some points.

All that said, I’m glad that I stuck with it and finally finished it. Final score for Mr. Raviv’s effort: 3/5.

I’ve already jumped right in to Book 10, It Ain’t All About the Cookin’, Paula Deen’s memoir. Favorite part so far? The library book has a smudge of what looks like chocolate fudge along the top of the front cover (oh, I hope it’s fudge). What else would Paula Deen’s memoir have on it? Well, maybe a big stick of butter as the bookmark…

Psychological Audit

Due to the piss-poor economic state of affairs as of late, many people are choosing to tighten their belts when it comes to monthly expenditures, even if they happen to fall in the “Well Off” category. As noted in this WaPo article:

Economists say many still-flush consumers are handcuffed by psychological traps that cause them to tighten their purse strings even though economic hardship is not their reality. Underscoring the crucial role that consumer psychology will play in turning around the economy, President Obama and Federal Reserve Chairman Ben S. Bernanke have both been on the hustings this week sounding notes of optimism.

The most troubling things about this quote are: a) the fact that fiscal responsibility is being labeled a “psychological trap”; and b) the fact that the Obama administration is trying to paint a happy face on this situation as a way of encouraging people to spend more.

Does no one find it horrifying that the fate of the American economy apparently rests on the shoulders of consumers and how much Chinese-made crap we’re willing to buy? Is our economic salvation really contingent upon people like me finally breaking down and buying a plasma television? Because if it is, we’re in bad shape. I’m a cheap mofo. You know the old saying: “Live simply that others might simply live.” I believe it’s more than just something to read off a bumper sticker. I think it should be part of our overall belief system.

Yes, I own way more DVDs than I really need. I have five bookshelves full of reading material. I love my Xbox 360. I’m not going to lie and act like I don’t indulge myself now and again. But the indulgences are few and not what you’d expect. My DVDs and video games? Many of them come from used CD/DVD stores or Amazon Marketplace (the greatest online service on earth, if you ask me). Marketplace is also from where most of my book purchases come. No shame in proving that “one man’s junk is another geek’s treasure.” I come nowhere near spending $100 a day (of course, I’m also not “upper-income,” so I guess I’m okay there). If I do spend a significant amount of money, it’s either because I couldn’t find a better deal, or it’s for someone else.

I’m just really displeased with the idea that we are being expected to spend more in order to fix our economy. If that’s the case, then this country needs to start giving us better merchandise. I’m sick and tired of shoddily made merchandise that breaks soon after I purchase it. You want me to spend more money? Give me better quality. Oh, and here’s an idea: Maybe you could give me that better quality actually built here in America. I get that this is supposed to be a global economy, but that doesn’t mean that we have to completely gut a whole subset of our own economy. How many thousands of former industry workers would love to be able to work again? Call me crazy, but bringing some of these jobs back to our own shores might do more to boost our economy than buying a pile of Chinese-made plastic crap from Wal-mart ever would.

Live Deeply and Fear Nothing

Best place in the world to be...
Best place in the world to be...

So I come back to saying this good-by,
A sort of ceremony of my own,
This stepping backward for another glance.
Perhaps you’ll say we need no ceremony,
Because we know each other, crack and flaw,
Like two irregular stones that fit together.
Yet still good-by, because we live by inches
And only sometimes see the full dimension.
Your stature’s one I want to memorize–
Your whole level of being, to impose
On any other comers, man or woman.
I’d ask them that they carry what they are
With your particular bearing, as you wear
The flaws that make you both yourself and human.

{ from Adrienne Rich’s “Stepping Backward” }

How you left us is still hard to forget. How you loved us will be forever sweet to remember.