I got all the way to billing, typed in my address, hit the no-turning-back confirm purchase button.
And it says it can’t verify my address. Try again. I did. Three times.
Now I have to start over, because I’ve exceeded the maximum amount of payment attempts.
I’m not really sure what I’m doing wrong with my address. Golly. If only someone, somewhere in the world, had invented by now a helpful tool that could do such wonders. An address verification tool. Why, I bet if someone had invented that, it would already be in use by thousands of businesses online, every day.
Welcome to 2011, Frontier Airlines. Please take my damn money.
It would be wonderful to live in a magical land of ponies and rainbows and unlimited state funding but, alas. We don’t. Perhaps until we do, the people at the resource center could be a little bit better trained in the fine art of actually taking a passing glance at their own handbook to determine the services the case management team does and does not provide. Then they can give an accurate answer to people when they call, and save the rest of us from angry phone calls.
Or: I’ve always wanted to just make shit up as I go and get paid for it. I wonder if the resource center is hiring.
Sometimes I just get things. Pieces just fall into place in my head and let me see a bigger picture. And it just seems so ridiculously simple that it blows my mind how no one else can see it too. Not even if I try to explain it. Explaining often just makes it worse. And it’s hard to accept that. And it’s not because I’m smarter than everyone (usually), I just think differently.
If I sit down and really evaluate my strengths, two of my strongest themes are Analytical and Context. I analyze things automatically, without even thinking. I tend to search for reasons and causes. I look at all parts that might affect a greater whole. And I look at context. What happened in the past that brought about this present? How did this come to be? Analytical and Context is probably not a common combination of strengths. But it’s mine.
Most people strong in an analytical theme are probably also strong activators - being able to take all the pieces, turn them into a whole, and then take their thoughts and act on them. I’m not an activator. I like to sit back and see how things play out. I throw in something every so often to try to get things to turn out the way I want them to. I might try to manipulate an outcome, but I’m not generally going to initiate it.
A strength in context is best paired with the Futuristic or Strategic strength themes. If Context is understanding the present by looking at it’s history, it makes sense that one would also have big visions for the future and create many paths and alternate paths to achieve that future. I’m more focused on where I am now. I have dreams, I have goals for the future. But right now, I am pretty content and I’m focused on creating a path that lets me stay that way. Things are going to work out for me, and I’m ok with that. I have a life right now to focus on, and I make changes and improvements as I go.
Analytical and Context. Those are 2 of my top 5 strengths (For those playing along, I read a book. Look back through my blog. I’m sure you’ll read about it). My other strengths (as far as I could figure out without a special code to take a special online test. Not bitter) were Harmony, Learner, and Relator. You can read a short summary of those here.
I did a lot of back and forth reading with Now, Discover Your Strengths, flipping through pages and finding patterns to put pieces together to figure out these strengths of mine. I realized that was my analytical theme coming through to save me from actually buying a copy of the book to get the damn code. I think I did pretty well. I’m tempted to buy the book anyway, just to get the code, take the test, and see if I’m right.
So, anyway. This whole thing didn’t really have a point, I guess. I just sometimes need to sit myself down and figure out why no one sees things the way I do. Difficult concepts sometimes just aren’t. The answers are incredibly simple most of the time. Right in front of your face, really. But everyone can’t see them. A lot of times, I do, and I just can’t put them into words. It drives me crazy, a little bit. I guess that’s ok. I’m trying to organize my thoughts a little more. It’s a goal of mine. A New Year’s Resolution that will probably be ongoing. Focusing is not my strong point. I’m easily distracted and I forget things, and I lose my train of thought a lot. Obviously. Maybe I just need Adderall and I can rule the world.
The words “We’ll just wait a few more minutes for people to show up.” How about not? Some of us have schedules we need to keep. We need to get back to our work day. We got here on time. There’s this thing called The Future. We live in it. We have calendars in our email and on our phones. We can even set alarms to remind us we have a meeting in 15 minutes downstairs, so finish up what you’re doing and get going. There is absolutely no reason to hold up a meeting to cater to late people. Don’t punish people who made the effort to be responsible.
Power Point presentations.
Power Point presentations with embedded video and music.
Reading from your Power Point. I can read too. Let’s save us all some time and I’ll just take the handout with me.
Announcing the presentation is over and then talking for another 10 minutes.
Today I went to a meeting. It was an hour long. I drew some snails and flowers and patterns involving lines. I think at some point I tried taking notes. It was a fun time.
I am a Military Brat. My hometown is nowhere, my friends are everywhere, and if I haven’t been someplace yesterday, I am sure to go there tomorrow. I grew up with bugle calls and artillery salutes and the knowledge that home is where the heart is and the family—with no dependence on the dwelling.
Mobility is my way of life. I have found security and happiness in motels and guest houses, in duplexes and apartments around the world. Some would wonder about my roots, yet they are as deep and strong as the mighty oak’s. I sink them quickly, absorbing all an area offers and hopefully giving enrichment in return.
Like all Military dependents, I can say “Hello,” “Good-bye,” and count to 20 in five languages. I can tell of the shores of Maine, the marketplaces of Mexico, the Buddhas of Japan; and my knickknack shelves look like those of an import shop, for my memories span the globe.
Travel has taught me to be open. By age nine I had seen more of the world than most people do in a lifetime; I had touched many and allowed their cultures to touch me. Shaking hands with the universe, I found a brotherhood in all men.
Just as there is joy in meeting, so is there pain in parting; and although practice makes perfect, there is no way to perfect “Good-bye.” Farewells are never easy. Yet, even in sorrow comes strength and an ability to face tomorrow with anticipation. And if when I leave one place I feel that half my world has been left behind, I also know that the other half is still waiting to be met.
As a Military Brat, I go out to others extending hand and heart. Friendships are formed in hours and kept for decades. I will never grow up with someone, but I will mature with many, and the help that I offer today will be returned farther down the road. Be it inevitable that paths part, there is constant hope that they will meet again.
I feel fortunate to live in a society of tradition drawing from the past to enhance the present - where silver baby cups announce life, horse-drawn caissons pronounce death and the living in between is dedicated to the service of God, man, and our nation.
Love of country, respect and pride fill my being when Old Glory passes in review. As I stand to honor that flag, so also do I stand to honor all soldiers, most especially to the man whose life created mine — my father. Because of him I have shared in the rich heritage of Military life.
Taking a tragedy and using it for your own political agenda is just as cowardly as being the shooter.
My thoughts and prayers go out to those who’s lives have been affected by the shootings of Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords and the other victims of today’s horrible tragedy. They were trying to make our country a better place. They might want to do that in a different way than you would have, but the end goal was the same. A country we can be proud to hand down to future generations.
Today I was not proud. Today someone took a gun and shot at people they didn’t agree with. Today people used that tragedy to promote their own beliefs about gun laws, to promote their hatred of Glenn Beck, to do a lot of things. Today unveiled more than one cowardly action in America.
This is not the time to make sure people hear your political views. This is a time to come together to show respect and sympathy for your fellow Americans.
Events like this, tragic as they are, are supposed to bring people together to make something positive come out of it. I just want everyone to stop making it into more of a tragedy than it already is.
We go through this every election. Democrat or Republican, it doesn’t matter. It’s the end of the goddamn world because the wrong party is in office. Cry about. Yell at your friends. Move to Canada. Light some candles. Hold up signs. Type in all caps on the internet. Anything to keep from having to deal with someone not agreeing with your opinions for a few years.
I wonder who held our hands through the Civil War. Obviously we’re not capable of making it through something that could have actually torn our country apart. We can’t even handle election results.
The world’s not going to end because you didn’t get what you wanted or because things aren’t going your way. I learned that when I was 3.
When did we turn into a country full of whiny, entitled bitches?
2. If you notice yourself getting bored with what you’re saying, stop talking. Acknowledge the situation. Smile. Move on.
3. Know a few historical anecdotes. Like this one: To enhance creativity, surrealist painter Salvador Dalí recommended afternoon naps lasting less than a second. He would lie in his chair, arms outstretched, holding a metal key in his left hand. As he drifted off to sleep, his grip would relax and the key would fall, clanging onto a plate he’d set beneath it and waking him up.
4. But realize that no one likes the guy who knows something about everything.
5. Let people talk over you. Don’t think of it as being rude; think of it as an assist.
6. If someone does interrupt you, wait to be prompted before continuing your story. It’s a good sign that someone cared in the first place.
7. Drawn-out pauses are the best time for personal non sequiturs. People would rather listen to you talk about yourself than nothing.
8. With people you don’t know, limit stories to the last five minutes of your life — the turnout, the Scotch selection, the homeless man you mistakenly took for a valet.