The kid was very happy.
**This blog is Deprecated and is no longer updated** Not just a weight loss blog!! The Times and Trials (and ramblings) of a fat, divorced Daddy of two, trying to keep it together, lose weight and make a living. P.S. This is an outpouring of my thoughts, so grammar and punctuation take a back seat to that. You have been warned!!!
An unlikely dancing partner
So this kid was outside my work just dancing like crazy on Halloween. One of my co-workers was dressed up as MC Hammer, so hilarity ensued.
The kid was very happy.
The kid was very happy.
The weatherman confuses me....
Countless man hours and millions of dollars have been invested in weather satellites, weather radar, and remote sensors to generate sophisticated computer models of the world's atmosphere to make detailed weather forecasts. So what do I get when I tune into the news to find out the weather?
"Tomorrow there's a chance it'll be partly cloudy with highs from mid, to upper 80's"
What the hell is "partly cloudy" supposed to mean? When is it not partly cloudy? Even if it is, or isn't, does it really matter? Does anyone really need to be reminded that it will be partly cloudy tomorrow? As ambiguous as the phrase is, they water it down even more with the word "chance." How useful is it to know that there's a chance it'll be partly cloudy on any given day (as opposed to all those other days when there isn't a chance it'll be partly cloudy)? Weather men use the phrase "partly cloudy" as a buffer every chance they get. Don't believe me? Just tune into a weather forecast. Chances are you'll hear the phrase at least 3 or more times.
When the use of the phrase "partly cloudy" has been exhausted, they turn to yet another empty phrase, or the phrase "mostly sunny" in particular.
The inverse of "partly cloudy" is "mostly sunny." So what new information have they given us? Nothing. Not a damn thing. You want to find out the weather? Look out the window.
"Tomorrow there's a chance it'll be partly cloudy with highs from mid, to upper 80's"
What the hell is "partly cloudy" supposed to mean? When is it not partly cloudy? Even if it is, or isn't, does it really matter? Does anyone really need to be reminded that it will be partly cloudy tomorrow? As ambiguous as the phrase is, they water it down even more with the word "chance." How useful is it to know that there's a chance it'll be partly cloudy on any given day (as opposed to all those other days when there isn't a chance it'll be partly cloudy)? Weather men use the phrase "partly cloudy" as a buffer every chance they get. Don't believe me? Just tune into a weather forecast. Chances are you'll hear the phrase at least 3 or more times.
When the use of the phrase "partly cloudy" has been exhausted, they turn to yet another empty phrase, or the phrase "mostly sunny" in particular.
The inverse of "partly cloudy" is "mostly sunny." So what new information have they given us? Nothing. Not a damn thing. You want to find out the weather? Look out the window.
One decision....
As my readers know, I have struggled with my weight for a very long time. I have wanted to have surgery for about 2 years now. It is very expensive, and I am unable to pay for it, so I have tried a couple of different avenues where a "Charitable Surgery" might be possible, but these problems rarely include bariatric surgery as a necessity. They are afraid to open the box and start doing these surgeries for free due to the financial impact it could have on their bottom line. After all, there are A LOT of obese people out there that legitimately need the surgery.
Some readers right now, and scoffing at me. "Why don't you just diet and exercise. You don't need surgery."
These are the people that don't know my medical history. They don't see what I have tried in the past, and how many times I have failed. Not because I haven't been committed to it, but because every time I do, it causes issues. Either back, knee, ankle, or hip issues immediately follow.
I have tried fitness boot camp, swimming, dieting, and diet pills (Against my doctors recommendation). Despite all these, I have NEVER lost more than 10-15lbs, and immediately regain the lost weight and then some. My doctor printed my vitals history from 2000-present. It looks like a mountain. Every single weigh in since 2000 I have put on at least 2 lbs. I went from 215 lbs in 2000, to 400 lbs in 2013. The sheet they gave me marked where I went on diets according to my interviews with the doctor. It made no difference.
So, that led me to where I am today. Last year, A great lady at a local hospital (name omitted for privacy) told me about a state program that will, in some cases, pay for bariatric surgery if you are at risk of serious health problem, disability, etc. The idea is that the State would rather pay for your surgery now, than to foot the bill for disability, unemployment, etc later.
She took me under her wing and has taken a personal interest in helping me get the surgery I need. It took me a full year to get together everything I needed. Diagnoses, letters of medical necessity, psych eval, seminars, and a whole host of other things. I finally managed to get everything together, and had an appointment with the organization that does these surgeries.
He was very nonchalant about the whole meeting today. I'm not sure he realized that I have spent an entire year gathering this information. He explained that any "grants" over $5,000 had to be reviewed by a doctor and approved by a district manager.
The doctor doesn't bother me. I have been told by 4 different Dr.s and a surgeon that I have a medical necessity at this point for the surgery.
I wonder, however, if the district manager knows what kind of impact his decision could make on my life. To him, its just 15k. They will have some formula to look at most likely, to decide if its cost effective for them to pay for my surgery. I wonder if he actually realizes that his decision could effectively add years to my life. Do you think he realizes this? Or is this just another stack of papers on his desk. Is it just a check he has to approve?
I wish I knew who it was that made this decision, and I wish I could explain to him what this surgery could do for my kids and I. For the 1st time in my adult life, I could be given a chance to live a healthy lifestyle, because I can tell you for a fact that I will happily lead a more active lifestyle once I am able to. I will never let myself get to this point again. I'm perfectly willing to exercise now, I'm just not physically able.
I feel like if I don't get this surgery now, I will just continue to gain weight, and die young of some co-morbidity thing.
I just wish I could express this to the guy that just has to sign a piece of paper to change my life. I mean, don't get me wrong. There are others out there that are worse than me. I also realize that it is my fault that I let myself get this far along. I would just like the second chance that this will give me.
I guess for now, all there is to do is pray, if that's your thing. I have done everything I can at this point.
I'll keep you updated, and if I get the surgery, maybe i'll have something good to blog about instead of just rambling all the time.
Some readers right now, and scoffing at me. "Why don't you just diet and exercise. You don't need surgery."
These are the people that don't know my medical history. They don't see what I have tried in the past, and how many times I have failed. Not because I haven't been committed to it, but because every time I do, it causes issues. Either back, knee, ankle, or hip issues immediately follow.
I have tried fitness boot camp, swimming, dieting, and diet pills (Against my doctors recommendation). Despite all these, I have NEVER lost more than 10-15lbs, and immediately regain the lost weight and then some. My doctor printed my vitals history from 2000-present. It looks like a mountain. Every single weigh in since 2000 I have put on at least 2 lbs. I went from 215 lbs in 2000, to 400 lbs in 2013. The sheet they gave me marked where I went on diets according to my interviews with the doctor. It made no difference.
So, that led me to where I am today. Last year, A great lady at a local hospital (name omitted for privacy) told me about a state program that will, in some cases, pay for bariatric surgery if you are at risk of serious health problem, disability, etc. The idea is that the State would rather pay for your surgery now, than to foot the bill for disability, unemployment, etc later.
She took me under her wing and has taken a personal interest in helping me get the surgery I need. It took me a full year to get together everything I needed. Diagnoses, letters of medical necessity, psych eval, seminars, and a whole host of other things. I finally managed to get everything together, and had an appointment with the organization that does these surgeries.
He was very nonchalant about the whole meeting today. I'm not sure he realized that I have spent an entire year gathering this information. He explained that any "grants" over $5,000 had to be reviewed by a doctor and approved by a district manager.
The doctor doesn't bother me. I have been told by 4 different Dr.s and a surgeon that I have a medical necessity at this point for the surgery.
I wonder, however, if the district manager knows what kind of impact his decision could make on my life. To him, its just 15k. They will have some formula to look at most likely, to decide if its cost effective for them to pay for my surgery. I wonder if he actually realizes that his decision could effectively add years to my life. Do you think he realizes this? Or is this just another stack of papers on his desk. Is it just a check he has to approve?
I wish I knew who it was that made this decision, and I wish I could explain to him what this surgery could do for my kids and I. For the 1st time in my adult life, I could be given a chance to live a healthy lifestyle, because I can tell you for a fact that I will happily lead a more active lifestyle once I am able to. I will never let myself get to this point again. I'm perfectly willing to exercise now, I'm just not physically able.
I feel like if I don't get this surgery now, I will just continue to gain weight, and die young of some co-morbidity thing.
I just wish I could express this to the guy that just has to sign a piece of paper to change my life. I mean, don't get me wrong. There are others out there that are worse than me. I also realize that it is my fault that I let myself get this far along. I would just like the second chance that this will give me.
I guess for now, all there is to do is pray, if that's your thing. I have done everything I can at this point.
I'll keep you updated, and if I get the surgery, maybe i'll have something good to blog about instead of just rambling all the time.
A big project...
I often have a bad habit of making big plans, and not following through 100% of the time. Not out of laziness, but mostly because something else will come up that I deem more important. I blame ADD, but that remains to be seen.
I try not to announce anything to anyone until I know it's something I am committed to. There are certain things that I will start, and it as if I have laser vision. I will work on it until its finished.
I am no writer by any means. If you are a regular reader of the blog, you know that I don't pay a lot of attention to formatting or grammar. I try to catch most of my spelling errors, but I'm sure my high school english teacher would cringe if he ever took the time to read some of my posts.
With all that said, I was recently inspired by a song I heard by The Decemberists. The song is called "Crane Wife" There are 3 parts to the song, and it is based on an old folk tale. The song interested me, so I looked up the folks tale. There have been a few renditions and books of the story, but they surprisingly lacked any sort of creativity. There is one book out there that is a rehash of the folks tale, but frankly, I didn't care for it.
I decided to take a new approach to the story and started kind of brainstorming. It led to an idea, and planted a seed in my head.
What if I rewrote the story? I could give it a modern spin and write it how I see it. I started imagining what I could do that was different from the original but still portrayed the moral of the story, which I feel is a beautiful and tragic one.
One day, I got bored and started typing. I was surprised at how quickly the words were flowing. Next thing I knew I had over 6000 words, and its still coming. I'm roughly 1/3 through the book at this point.
I don't expect to get published and become famous, because frankly, I'm not that good of a writer. This is more of a time killer project. I will however, reveal the finished work here.
I am also in need of "Beta Readers" Beta readers should be people that enjoy reading, and can critique what I have and make suggestions. If you are interested, please send me an email or comment below.
Here is the song that inspired the book
I try not to announce anything to anyone until I know it's something I am committed to. There are certain things that I will start, and it as if I have laser vision. I will work on it until its finished.
I am no writer by any means. If you are a regular reader of the blog, you know that I don't pay a lot of attention to formatting or grammar. I try to catch most of my spelling errors, but I'm sure my high school english teacher would cringe if he ever took the time to read some of my posts.
With all that said, I was recently inspired by a song I heard by The Decemberists. The song is called "Crane Wife" There are 3 parts to the song, and it is based on an old folk tale. The song interested me, so I looked up the folks tale. There have been a few renditions and books of the story, but they surprisingly lacked any sort of creativity. There is one book out there that is a rehash of the folks tale, but frankly, I didn't care for it.
I decided to take a new approach to the story and started kind of brainstorming. It led to an idea, and planted a seed in my head.
What if I rewrote the story? I could give it a modern spin and write it how I see it. I started imagining what I could do that was different from the original but still portrayed the moral of the story, which I feel is a beautiful and tragic one.
One day, I got bored and started typing. I was surprised at how quickly the words were flowing. Next thing I knew I had over 6000 words, and its still coming. I'm roughly 1/3 through the book at this point.
I don't expect to get published and become famous, because frankly, I'm not that good of a writer. This is more of a time killer project. I will however, reveal the finished work here.
I am also in need of "Beta Readers" Beta readers should be people that enjoy reading, and can critique what I have and make suggestions. If you are interested, please send me an email or comment below.
Here is the song that inspired the book
A Slight Miscommunication....
So, before I get started, I have to admit that I fought about whether or not to post this for 2 reasons. One being that it's quite embarrassing, and two being that the circumstances leading up to the miscommunication is entirely out of character for me. However, it makes for a pretty interesting story. Therefore, I have decided to get it off my chest..
It all happened on a very lazy Saturday. I was lying around the house wallowing in boredom when I decided to check my Plenty of Fish dating profile. I have taken up making profiles (embarrassingly) because I don't seem to get out of the house enough to meet people very often. I was scrolling through my matches, and a particular profile caught my eye. She was quite attractive. Very attractive, in fact. I decided to bite the bullet and message her even though I just assumed I would be shunned. Not because I feel like I'm hideous, but just because for the men, the competition on dating sites are fierce. Mainly because all the men lie to make themselves look like prince charming...but I digress. I sent a message to her. Nothing fancy...just talking about music as it seemed to be a big interest of hers that I share. She responded and was very kind. We talked back and forth for a while, and I felt it was going good. The messages crawled to a stop and I started tinkering around the house. About an hour later, my phone went off. I picked it up, and saw a message from her. It simply said "Are you busy tonight?" I responded, "No, just sitting around, being lazy".
She responded, I'm kinda bored, do you wanna maybe hang out.
NOW....this is where I would normally either say no, or I would offer to meet at a restaurant, or coffee shop, but as fate would have it this weekend. I was broke as hell. So, against my better judgement, I said yes. Now, to be clear, I would never just invite a stranger to my home, EVER. Under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. So, I immediately panicked, as one with Social Anxiety disorder often does. Before I knew it, I was convinced that I was about to be chopped up and eaten. The only reason I made an exception was because her profile was exceptionally well filled out. From chemistry tests, to likes/dislikes etc. And from our conversation, we had a LOT in common. At this point I gave her my phone number so she could text me.
HERE IS WHERE THE STORY GETS WEIRD. I get a text from her. "Hey, I have a friend that wants to come with me. Do you have pandora or any other music there" I responded..."Yes, I can stream music, that wont be an issue" My thought was that she was bringing a guy. So I asked her, and she said no, it was a girlfriend of hers. Anxiety really set in at this point, because frankly, I was worried that I would be awkward. I reluctantly agreed, and then immediately wondered if I could just get in my car and leave and watch them show up and leave from the next set of duplexes, and forget all this ever happened. Instead I toughed it out. 20 minutes later a knock at the door. I answered, and there stood before two very attractive ladies. The friend was WAY hotter than the original girl I was texting with. I sat down in the chair and we started chit chatting, about kids, about the apartments.....you know just small talk. This went on for well over 10 minutes. Then the conversation went to work. I explained that I work as an IT guy, and she said she worked at The Pony. Now I have never been there (honest truth), but i'm pretty sure that's a strip club. She explained that her boss sent her home because her son was sick. My first thought at this point was "why is she not taking care of him right now".
The conversation stopped...the three of us awkwardly listening to some slow indie song that playing on pandora. I was frantically trying to think of a conversation starter when the song changed to some upbeat song. The prettier of the 2 girls sat up quickly and said "SO! You wanna start with lap dance?" Um WHAAAAAAAA? I sat there mouth gaped. I literally had NO CLUE what to say. The only thing I could mutter was "ummmmmmmmmm, a lap dance" Suddenly from behind her I hear "From both of us" at which point I simply laughed....like a TOTAL IDIOT. I had no clue what else to say. She responded, or we can go straight to your room.
The silence was suddenly broken. The prettier said "The normal rate for just a dance is $50, but we can cut you a deal if you like".
"WHOA WHOA" E-BRAKE!!!! The sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks as I felt my heart jump into my throat. My immediate reaction was the urge to vomit all over the place. I swallowed hard.....
Me: Are you two.....(long pause while I wonder if the word hooker would offend them).....Prostitutes?"
Girl 1: Um yea, I dropped you like a million hints
Me: I don't pay for sex, that's illegal. Even if it were legal, I don't pay for sex. There must have been a misunderstanding.
Girl 2 (the hot one): If you don't like me, you can just do her.
Me: I'm not doing ANYONE! I'm not paying for sex.
Girl 1: Did you just think we were going to come over here and f*ck you for free?
Me: I NEVER ASSUMED ANYONE WAS SCREWING ANYONE! I thought you girls were bored and wanted to have a couple of beers and kill time
Girl 1: I told you we were bored and needed entertainment
Me: Ok, in my terms that means a couple of beers and karaoke. Not paying for sex. (At this point I was actually getting kind of pissed)
Girl 1: So, you don't want to get lucky
Me: I think we are on the same page. POF is a dating site...not an escort service. I can't believe you had the balls to assume a guy you met on a legitimate dating site would pay for sex.
Girl 1: Come on Girl 2, this guy is a loser. He thinks he can get sex from someone else for free.
Me: Um....I can.
Girl 2: Yea, but will they look like me?
Me: No, but my standards aren't that high...(Huge grin, just to piss her off)
Then the girls stormed off.
I watched out my window for the rest of the night waiting for a 300 lb black pimp named Knuckles to come over, but he never showed. I assume they just saw some fat guy on a dating and assumed I was desperate and thought they could make a few extra bucks.
A hard lesson was learned that night. Apparently I need to brush up on taking hints on when someone on a dating site is ,in fact, a prostitute. In the meantime, nobody is coming to my house again no matter how hot unless I know you. BIG BIG Mistake.
So guys, the saying holds true. IF IT SEEMS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, IT PROBABLY IS.
I should have known better. I have had the fortune to date some very attractive women in my past, but nothing like these two. I should have known something was awry. I thought maybe they were chubby chasers....are there women chubby chasers?
Now, I don't trust dating sites. I need to get out of the house....
It all happened on a very lazy Saturday. I was lying around the house wallowing in boredom when I decided to check my Plenty of Fish dating profile. I have taken up making profiles (embarrassingly) because I don't seem to get out of the house enough to meet people very often. I was scrolling through my matches, and a particular profile caught my eye. She was quite attractive. Very attractive, in fact. I decided to bite the bullet and message her even though I just assumed I would be shunned. Not because I feel like I'm hideous, but just because for the men, the competition on dating sites are fierce. Mainly because all the men lie to make themselves look like prince charming...but I digress. I sent a message to her. Nothing fancy...just talking about music as it seemed to be a big interest of hers that I share. She responded and was very kind. We talked back and forth for a while, and I felt it was going good. The messages crawled to a stop and I started tinkering around the house. About an hour later, my phone went off. I picked it up, and saw a message from her. It simply said "Are you busy tonight?" I responded, "No, just sitting around, being lazy".
She responded, I'm kinda bored, do you wanna maybe hang out.
NOW....this is where I would normally either say no, or I would offer to meet at a restaurant, or coffee shop, but as fate would have it this weekend. I was broke as hell. So, against my better judgement, I said yes. Now, to be clear, I would never just invite a stranger to my home, EVER. Under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. So, I immediately panicked, as one with Social Anxiety disorder often does. Before I knew it, I was convinced that I was about to be chopped up and eaten. The only reason I made an exception was because her profile was exceptionally well filled out. From chemistry tests, to likes/dislikes etc. And from our conversation, we had a LOT in common. At this point I gave her my phone number so she could text me.
HERE IS WHERE THE STORY GETS WEIRD. I get a text from her. "Hey, I have a friend that wants to come with me. Do you have pandora or any other music there" I responded..."Yes, I can stream music, that wont be an issue" My thought was that she was bringing a guy. So I asked her, and she said no, it was a girlfriend of hers. Anxiety really set in at this point, because frankly, I was worried that I would be awkward. I reluctantly agreed, and then immediately wondered if I could just get in my car and leave and watch them show up and leave from the next set of duplexes, and forget all this ever happened. Instead I toughed it out. 20 minutes later a knock at the door. I answered, and there stood before two very attractive ladies. The friend was WAY hotter than the original girl I was texting with. I sat down in the chair and we started chit chatting, about kids, about the apartments.....you know just small talk. This went on for well over 10 minutes. Then the conversation went to work. I explained that I work as an IT guy, and she said she worked at The Pony. Now I have never been there (honest truth), but i'm pretty sure that's a strip club. She explained that her boss sent her home because her son was sick. My first thought at this point was "why is she not taking care of him right now".
The conversation stopped...the three of us awkwardly listening to some slow indie song that playing on pandora. I was frantically trying to think of a conversation starter when the song changed to some upbeat song. The prettier of the 2 girls sat up quickly and said "SO! You wanna start with lap dance?" Um WHAAAAAAAA? I sat there mouth gaped. I literally had NO CLUE what to say. The only thing I could mutter was "ummmmmmmmmm, a lap dance" Suddenly from behind her I hear "From both of us" at which point I simply laughed....like a TOTAL IDIOT. I had no clue what else to say. She responded, or we can go straight to your room.
The silence was suddenly broken. The prettier said "The normal rate for just a dance is $50, but we can cut you a deal if you like".
"WHOA WHOA" E-BRAKE!!!! The sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks as I felt my heart jump into my throat. My immediate reaction was the urge to vomit all over the place. I swallowed hard.....
Me: Are you two.....(long pause while I wonder if the word hooker would offend them).....Prostitutes?"
Girl 1: Um yea, I dropped you like a million hints
Me: I don't pay for sex, that's illegal. Even if it were legal, I don't pay for sex. There must have been a misunderstanding.
Girl 2 (the hot one): If you don't like me, you can just do her.
Me: I'm not doing ANYONE! I'm not paying for sex.
Girl 1: Did you just think we were going to come over here and f*ck you for free?
Me: I NEVER ASSUMED ANYONE WAS SCREWING ANYONE! I thought you girls were bored and wanted to have a couple of beers and kill time
Girl 1: I told you we were bored and needed entertainment
Me: Ok, in my terms that means a couple of beers and karaoke. Not paying for sex. (At this point I was actually getting kind of pissed)
Girl 1: So, you don't want to get lucky
Me: I think we are on the same page. POF is a dating site...not an escort service. I can't believe you had the balls to assume a guy you met on a legitimate dating site would pay for sex.
Girl 1: Come on Girl 2, this guy is a loser. He thinks he can get sex from someone else for free.
Me: Um....I can.
Girl 2: Yea, but will they look like me?
Me: No, but my standards aren't that high...(Huge grin, just to piss her off)
Then the girls stormed off.
I watched out my window for the rest of the night waiting for a 300 lb black pimp named Knuckles to come over, but he never showed. I assume they just saw some fat guy on a dating and assumed I was desperate and thought they could make a few extra bucks.
A hard lesson was learned that night. Apparently I need to brush up on taking hints on when someone on a dating site is ,in fact, a prostitute. In the meantime, nobody is coming to my house again no matter how hot unless I know you. BIG BIG Mistake.
So guys, the saying holds true. IF IT SEEMS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, IT PROBABLY IS.
I should have known better. I have had the fortune to date some very attractive women in my past, but nothing like these two. I should have known something was awry. I thought maybe they were chubby chasers....are there women chubby chasers?
Now, I don't trust dating sites. I need to get out of the house....
People and Technology...I'm onto you!!!
Let's talk about computers. The world is run by technology. The technology is run by blathering idiots. Well, to be fair, not all people are idiots when it comes to new technology. Some just want to attempt to keep up, but only got their first computers a year ago. These people are expected to need some guidance. These people include the elderly, children, and cavemen.
The problem is that technology has made people so lazy about using their brains, they just don't anymore. That's ok though, because there is always someone around that these people can turn to. I am one of these people. I do it for a living, and most of the time I love it. The look of realization on someones face when they just realized they could make a shortcut on their desktop is priceless. Who wouldn't enjoy doing that. These are the type of people I enjoy helping. They want to know how you just did that, they want to try other things and ask questions, and learn.
Now, let's move on to the 2nd type of people. These are possibly the most annoying group of technology users in my field of work. These are the people who just bought their first Iphone, and now, 2 months later, think they can build an IT infrastructure because they figured out how to sync iTunes to their phones. These are the people that SCREW UP EVERYTHING IN THEIR PATH and think they are smart while doing it. Unfortunately these are the first people that the people that need legitimate help find. However, that's only because these people walk around bragging about how much they know. Then they SCREW UP the other person's computer and make it more difficult to fix later on. Lord forbid you try to tell these people they are wrong because THEY JUST FIGURED OUT HOW TO JAILBREAK THEIR iPHONE! They KNOW what they are doing, and I should just go back to playing WoW and playing with Legos. Eventually they call you and ask whats wrong with their computer because it's beyond their "Broad scope of knowledge". When you look at it, they brag about the new dog cursor that wags its tail while something is loading. They tell you they got it from a "really neat cursor pack they found because a friend shared a link on Facebook." They only downloaded it for a good cause, because it said for everyone who downloaded it Facebook would donate $100000 to some kid in Polynesia with a brain tumor", but I digress....
Let's get on with the rest of the blog entry, shall we? The next group are the ones that have college educations and think that they shouldn't have to deal with PC's. These types are most likely executives. They call when their emails won't sync, or when they need Adobe flash player installed, or a new toner installed in their printer. You attempt to explain how to fix the problem, and they have one of two possible reactions.
Reaction one is simple. "I don't have time to mess with it, come do it for me." This is acceptable with executives and bosses because some aren't happy unless your head is shoved up their ass, so it's in your best interest to do it for them.
The second reaction is the one that pisses me off. They pretend to allow you to explain how to fix it, and suddenly FORGET THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. It's like a monkey doing a math problem. You have to say, "OK, put your finger on the "CTRL key and hold it.....are you holding it? OK, now put your finger on the Alt key" This is where they interrupt and either say "Do I let go of the control key?" or "a HUGE LONG SIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHH followed by "its not working" Their goal is quite simple. Annoy the piss out of you until you do it yourself. These are the ones that leave you wondering how they set their alarm at night, or how they graduated college.
There are just as many different types of people as there are technologies. So the question is; Which are you? If you take the time to watch someone fix your computer, or follow their instructions, you may be surprised at how easily most of your problems could be fixed. Then again, it could mean less job security for me.
The problem is that technology has made people so lazy about using their brains, they just don't anymore. That's ok though, because there is always someone around that these people can turn to. I am one of these people. I do it for a living, and most of the time I love it. The look of realization on someones face when they just realized they could make a shortcut on their desktop is priceless. Who wouldn't enjoy doing that. These are the type of people I enjoy helping. They want to know how you just did that, they want to try other things and ask questions, and learn.
Now, let's move on to the 2nd type of people. These are possibly the most annoying group of technology users in my field of work. These are the people who just bought their first Iphone, and now, 2 months later, think they can build an IT infrastructure because they figured out how to sync iTunes to their phones. These are the people that SCREW UP EVERYTHING IN THEIR PATH and think they are smart while doing it. Unfortunately these are the first people that the people that need legitimate help find. However, that's only because these people walk around bragging about how much they know. Then they SCREW UP the other person's computer and make it more difficult to fix later on. Lord forbid you try to tell these people they are wrong because THEY JUST FIGURED OUT HOW TO JAILBREAK THEIR iPHONE! They KNOW what they are doing, and I should just go back to playing WoW and playing with Legos. Eventually they call you and ask whats wrong with their computer because it's beyond their "Broad scope of knowledge". When you look at it, they brag about the new dog cursor that wags its tail while something is loading. They tell you they got it from a "really neat cursor pack they found because a friend shared a link on Facebook." They only downloaded it for a good cause, because it said for everyone who downloaded it Facebook would donate $100000 to some kid in Polynesia with a brain tumor", but I digress....
Let's get on with the rest of the blog entry, shall we? The next group are the ones that have college educations and think that they shouldn't have to deal with PC's. These types are most likely executives. They call when their emails won't sync, or when they need Adobe flash player installed, or a new toner installed in their printer. You attempt to explain how to fix the problem, and they have one of two possible reactions.
Reaction one is simple. "I don't have time to mess with it, come do it for me." This is acceptable with executives and bosses because some aren't happy unless your head is shoved up their ass, so it's in your best interest to do it for them.
The second reaction is the one that pisses me off. They pretend to allow you to explain how to fix it, and suddenly FORGET THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. It's like a monkey doing a math problem. You have to say, "OK, put your finger on the "CTRL key and hold it.....are you holding it? OK, now put your finger on the Alt key" This is where they interrupt and either say "Do I let go of the control key?" or "a HUGE LONG SIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHHH followed by "its not working" Their goal is quite simple. Annoy the piss out of you until you do it yourself. These are the ones that leave you wondering how they set their alarm at night, or how they graduated college.
There are just as many different types of people as there are technologies. So the question is; Which are you? If you take the time to watch someone fix your computer, or follow their instructions, you may be surprised at how easily most of your problems could be fixed. Then again, it could mean less job security for me.
Al Capone should have sold insurance....
Let's talk for a moment about AUTO insurance. Isn't insurance a grand thing? Some 17 yr old driving down the road texting when he suddenly T-Bones you and destroys your $40k that you don't even own yet! Without insurance, there would be major economic repercussions to either you, or the snot nosed kids parents. Thank god for insurance, right??
Lets fast forward a decade. Let's pretend that this 17 yr old kid never had an accident. Let pretend that he puts his phone is his glove compartment while he drives so he isn't tempted to text. He is 27 yrs old now, and he has paid the insurance company $100 a month without even blinking an eye because HE KNOWS he has to.
So, 10 years, thats 120 months. That is $12000 this kid has paid in to this insurance company. He has NEVER had an accident, or a speeding ticket. In fact he has never had to ask the insurance company for anything. He just gives them money every month in case he ever needs them. One day he spills coffee in his lap. He accidentally has a fender bender. The damage is minimal...maybe $1000 in damage. He can finally take advantage of this insurance company. He doesn't know that they are about to ram their entire fist up is anal cavity. Because a sane person would think, I have GIVEN this company $12000 since the day I started driving. They can afford $1000. Sure they can. You need to first pay your $500 deductible, so that they will give you money that you already gave them. Now you are an unsafe driver, so your insurance premium is going up by $25 a month.
HOW IN THE HELL IS THIS EVEN LEGAL!!!! Imagine...the millions upon millions of people just giving money to these insurance companies. Hardly any even need the insurance company! They just throw money at them, and where does it go???? Betty left foot tripped on a tube of KY jelly in walmart and get 3.7 million dollars for a concussion.
Why dont we funnel alll this money into personal savings. We have an accident. OH SHIT! Its ok, I have this insurance savings account. Lets get a quote and i'll cut you a check. Hell, let the insurance companies regulate it! The way I see it...all the money I have given you over the years, is MINE. If not, then you stole it.
Not only is it LEGAL for you to steal my money and then make me give you more if I need any of it, ITS REQUIRED BY LAW!
I bet money if Al Capone were alive today, he'd be the CEO of some cut throat insurance company, and people would be praising him for running a successful business at cutting peoples balls off and selling them back to them at a profit.
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