Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Did Someone Call?
I was in Cabo for a week and realized something amazing. Life was great before there were cell phones. Sure, I can reach you anywhere you go now because you have one, but why should it matter. When I was in Cabo, I was unreachable while I was at the beach or at dinner, or at a bar. Here, you can reach me while I am in the restroom if I have my phone with me. We use our cell phones to make up for our lack of organization, or to try to prove to someone that the reason that we are calling them is far more important than what they are doing at that moment. You are in a meeting. Your cell phone vibrates. You look down. It's your best friend. He knew you had this meeting for the next 3 hours. He calls anyhow. It appears as though he can't figure out what type of beer you should be drinking tonight. He calls to ask. Are we that important? Is the telephone call really more important than what you are doing. Probably not.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Happy Birthday to Me
So yesterday, I celebrated another year...yes another year being added to my life. Somehow, I've managed to avoid tragedy. Ok, I guess I've worked pretty hard to avoid it. Anyhow, it is wierd spending the large portion of your birthday in a car driving. I enjoyed it. It gave me an opportunity to listen to the three new CD's I got myself to celebrate the wondrous occasion.
Kind of interesting. I was listening to a song titled "Fred Jones Pt. 2" by Ben Folds. Besides the fact the I love the sound of the song, thinking about the lyrics is very interesting:
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
He has cleared all his things
and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him that life has been good
Twentyfive years he's worked at the paper
Man's here to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry Mr. Jones, it's time
There was no party and there were no songs
'cause today's just a day like the day that he started
No one is left here who knows his first name
and life barrels off like a runaway train
where the passengers change
they don't change anything
you get off, someone else can get on
And I'm sorry Mr. Jones, it's time.
Streetlight, it shines through the shades
casting lines on the floor and lines on his face
he reflects on the day
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
projecting some slides onto the plain white canvas
and traces it, fills in the spaces
He turns off the slide and it doesn't look right
And all of these bastards have taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet gone
And I'm sorry Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry Mr. Jones,
It's time
I wake up every morning and do my job. I look forward to waking up to work another day. How many people don't feel that way? I believe that what I have done in my job to this point has made an impact on someones life in some way, shape or form. Does everyone feel that way? If we are not making the best of our job, why do we do them. Obviously, financial stability is very important in our country, but can't you find some good in your job? If it's the only job you can get, shouldn't you make a commitment to yourself to try to make the best of that job... to try to have a positive impact in someway? I can't imagine being that guy that does a job for my entire life and walks away from it asking myself what I've done. I try to live everyday with the attitude that I am here to make things happen. If I am cleaning floors someday, I can only hope that the shine of the floor makes someone smile. If I am the President of a company, I can only hope that my company is making the lives of many people better in some way. We can work to make a company better or an organization better, but if in that process, we are not improving something for "people", I don't think we've really done our job. So the next time you wake up for work, ask yourself why you go to work everyday? Are you happy going to work? Are you making someone's life a little bit better... Or are you just going because that's what you're supposed to do? When you walk away from your job, will you be sad to go? I think Fred Jones enjoyed his job and I think he made an impact on someones life....if not hundreds or thousands.
Kind of interesting. I was listening to a song titled "Fred Jones Pt. 2" by Ben Folds. Besides the fact the I love the sound of the song, thinking about the lyrics is very interesting:
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
He has cleared all his things
and he's put them in boxes
Things that remind him that life has been good
Twentyfive years he's worked at the paper
Man's here to take him downstairs
And I'm sorry Mr. Jones, it's time
There was no party and there were no songs
'cause today's just a day like the day that he started
No one is left here who knows his first name
and life barrels off like a runaway train
where the passengers change
they don't change anything
you get off, someone else can get on
And I'm sorry Mr. Jones, it's time.
Streetlight, it shines through the shades
casting lines on the floor and lines on his face
he reflects on the day
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
projecting some slides onto the plain white canvas
and traces it, fills in the spaces
He turns off the slide and it doesn't look right
And all of these bastards have taken his place
He's forgotten but not yet gone
And I'm sorry Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry Mr. Jones
And I'm sorry Mr. Jones,
It's time
I wake up every morning and do my job. I look forward to waking up to work another day. How many people don't feel that way? I believe that what I have done in my job to this point has made an impact on someones life in some way, shape or form. Does everyone feel that way? If we are not making the best of our job, why do we do them. Obviously, financial stability is very important in our country, but can't you find some good in your job? If it's the only job you can get, shouldn't you make a commitment to yourself to try to make the best of that job... to try to have a positive impact in someway? I can't imagine being that guy that does a job for my entire life and walks away from it asking myself what I've done. I try to live everyday with the attitude that I am here to make things happen. If I am cleaning floors someday, I can only hope that the shine of the floor makes someone smile. If I am the President of a company, I can only hope that my company is making the lives of many people better in some way. We can work to make a company better or an organization better, but if in that process, we are not improving something for "people", I don't think we've really done our job. So the next time you wake up for work, ask yourself why you go to work everyday? Are you happy going to work? Are you making someone's life a little bit better... Or are you just going because that's what you're supposed to do? When you walk away from your job, will you be sad to go? I think Fred Jones enjoyed his job and I think he made an impact on someones life....if not hundreds or thousands.
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