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The only way is the wrong way…via Waiter Rant

Waiter Rant has been one of my favourite blogs for a long time now. His posts are insightful and quite frankly, they’re funny at times, and have made me pause and think about my own life. The comments other people leave on the site are also insightful and I love reading them as much as the post itself.

Here is a post I just couldn’t pass up called: “The Only Way Is the Wrong Way

“It’s the tail end of the lunch shift. I pretend to watch the office girls walking past the front window as I eavesdrop on two of my customers. I know that’s not very polite but it’s an interesting conversation. Besides, I’m bored.

“I don’t know,” the younger of the two men says. “I thought I’d be happier at this stage in my life.”

“What’s the problem?” the older man sitting across from him asks. “You’ve already made all the money you’re ever going to need.”

“Yeah,” the younger man says sadly. “But being rich isn’t all I thought it was cracked up to be.”

“It never is.”

There’s a long pause. Finally the younger man says. “My wife’s upset that we don’t have children. The doctors say we probably can’t.”

“How old’s your wife?”

“40.”

“And you’re?”

“The same age.”

“Did you think about adopting?”

“My wife doesn’t want to raise somebody else’s children.”

I can see the two men reflected in the window. The older of the two men, a grey haired successful looking type, purses his lips and thinks about what he’s going to say next. I like when people think about what they’re going to say. It means they care.

“Listen,” the older man says. “So you may never have children. What does that mean for you?”

“I don’t know,” the younger man says.

“Are you, like, big into carrying on the family name?”

“My parents are dead. My sister has children. So……”

“Will it kill you not to have kids?”

“No.”

The older man leans back in his chair. After a long pause he says, “Sometimes you have to exploit the negatives in your life. That may be how you have to look at this.”

My ears perk up. This conversation’s solid gold.

“Exploit the negative?” the younger man asks.

“You and your wife probably can’t have children of your own and you don’t want to adopt. Some people would say that’s a negative, right?”

“Yes.”

“But not having children means you and your wife are free to do other things. You can travel, explore business opportunities, go to school – you’re not tied down. There’s a positive side to not having kids.”

“That sounds kind of cynical.”

“Not at all,” the older man says. “I have three girls. I love them to death. They’ve given me a bunch of grandchildren I adore. But any parent, if they’re honest, will tell you that there are negatives to having children.”

“You wouldn’t do it over again?”

“I wouldn’t change a thing,” the older man says. “But that’s the way my life worked out. Your life may be different. Are you comparing your life to other peoples? People with kids?”

“Yeah.”

“Your life may not work out the same way. And if you don’t live your life as it really is — you’re heading for trouble.”

“Maybe.”

“All I’m saying is this,” the older man says. “You have to look at the empty spaces in your life, see the possibilities, and turn them into opportunities.”

As I’m listening a quote from Sun Tzu floats into my head. “Go into emptiness, strike voids, bypass what he defends, hit him where he does not expect you.”

“So you won’t have kids,” the older man continues, “But you have a lot of money. Millions. Maybe not having children will give you the time and freedom to use that money to help thousands of kids somewhere. When I was your age I was hustling to pay for braces. I couldn’t spare a dime to charity.”

“You have a point there,” the younger man admits.

“Your life’s going to be what it’s going to be. But when you’re stuck my advice is to look inside the negative parts of your life for inspiration.”

“Lemons into lemonade?” the young man says, laughing softly.

“No,” the older man says. “If everyone tried following their bliss everyone would be trying to get to the same place at the same time. It’d be a fucking traffic jam. But since no one likes going into the negative there’s more room for opportunity – less competition, less traffic.”

“I think I see what you’re talking about,” the younger man says.

There’s a lot of truth in what the older man’s saying. Frustrated with being a waiter I blogged about my experiences on the internet. Exploiting that negative allowed me to uncover opportunities I never would have dreamed possible for myself. I struck into a void, bypassed obstacles, and hit my enemy where he least expected it. Who’s my enemy you ask? Why myself of course.

The two men finish their coffees, pay the check, and leave. I go outside to catch a breath of fresh air. I watch the younger man climb into an Aston Martin and drive away. As I stand on the sidewalk I think about what makes people happy. Kids? Money? Sex? Power? The right job? A nice address? Many people looking at my life would say I’ve made all the wrong choices. Sometimes I think they’re right. The demons of loneliness and failure are never far from me. But, in my less anxious moments, I realize my life is probably unfolding as it should. Screw what other people think of me.

Sometimes, for some people, the only way is the wrong way. “

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Craigslist: Missed Connections = Quite addictive

If you’ve never been, search up your city, and look for “Missed Connections”

Here is the Toronto one.

Most of the posts are really sweet, and it makes you change your perspective and wonder what people are thinking on the subways/buses. Makes the trip go by a lot faster, plus it’s nice to know that there are shy people out there, and someone may just want you to smile at them to make their day! :)

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The Little Brown Dress – Alex Martin

I’m sure everyone is familiar with this project by Alex Martin. She made a brown dress, and wore it for one year, straight. Every day. Without fail. (Although she must’ve had a plan for when she had to wash it……)

Anyway, here’s the site: Little Brown Dress. She made the dress herself for about $20.

My thoughts on it? Good on her for doing it! I’m pleased that someone out there is doing something that caused such a sensation that it got people thinking about it.

I wonder if she spent anything on accessories.. :) I mean, she couldn’t have made her own shoes and her own boots, no?

Granted, in her line of profession, she could get away with it. For me, it’s a suit/business casual profession, and a brown dress wouldn’t cut it most of the time. Also, it was a pretty and simple brown dress, which means it didn’t have anything unique about it, and that’s probably why people didn’t even notice (not to put it down, it was a great dress, just simple). If the dress had pattern, or some vibrant colour, or something interesting about it, then people would remember it because it would click in their brain: “Oh that’s a pretty colour”.

That’s why when you travel, or are on a project, people tell you: Bring clothes that can match well with each other, that are neutrals, and aren’t crazy. That way, no one will notice what you’re wearing because it’s all neutral.

However… with that being said… I’m sorry. I love wearing clothes. I love my shoes. It’s a passion, it’s not (all) about consumerism for me, and I like mixing, matching and having a choice of what I want to wear. Although I agree that too much choice is a bad thing, because you tend to keep going back to your favourites instead of wearing other pieces that still have their tags on… I love that colour perks me up and how it fits, makes me feel different. To me, clothes and dressing, is not just putting something on for the sake of covering your body. It’s your mood and your choice. I can’t even think of how to properly say it. It’s a feeling.

Anyway, it’s a collection too, that I’m slowly paring down to the pieces that are unique, and that I truly love.

Her project is still something to really think about.

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Negotiating for your salary – Men Vs. Women

…via Wisebread: “It’s Your Fault, Girl” by Bill Bradle (one of my favourite bloggers on there).

Excerpt: “Seems there is another study out there about wage inequality. Here are the ‘facts’–newly minted college graduates (females) earn about 80% of what a male graduate makes ‘right out of the gate.’ Two, ten years after graduation the gap has widened to 31%. Men run more–ten years out of school men have more authority and management responsibility than women.

(FB: I completely agree with this. I’ve mentioned this before, but when I leaned (gently) on the partner who was offering me my salary, he shot up by 30%. Maybe it was a fluke, but I think it was partly out of him wanting me to join his department badly since they had such a high turnover rate – which I gauged accurately during the interview process, and probably because I’m female in the high tech industry. I’d also like to think it was because he had a smidgen of respect for me, to have the .. uhh…chutzpah to ask for more money. I should’ve been happy with my offer, but I was told to always negotiate the first offer you receive because they always lowball you.)

……..

But the major reason for the gap, again according to Suze, is a woman’s total inability to stand up for what she is worth. It seems women loath negotiating salaries. A great big generalization but that, at least for Suze, explains the majority of the wage inequality. A bit slim on statistics but women are 2.5 times more likely than men to say they feel a great deal of apprehension about wage negotiations. Keep that word ‘say’ in mind for later.

So here, ladies, is the six point solution according to Suze–

1) Good soldiers are destined to be underpaid. Just do your job and you will never be rewarded. (FB: Correction I think, Suze… (as in Suze Orman if you haven’t caught on), I think it should really say: “Do your job, and don’t speak up or play up your accomplishments then you’ll never be rewarded”)

2) It’s not personal. Your boss is not your friend. He (it always is a he) needs to respect you, not like you so go punch him in the nose and then ask for a raise.

(FB: Uhh.. metaphorically punch him in the nose I hope. The only problem is how do you ask for a raise? Well, you make sure you document all of your accomplishments with dates, and whatever applicable information needed. Then armed with all of this info, you go to your manager, and say: “I want a raise. A big one. Because…..”, and lay down all of your accomplishments. You can also do a quick search on salary.com or jobs.com or other similar sites, and pretend you’re looking for another job. See how much another company would pay you for your skills, expertise and experience. For me, in about 3-5 years, I could easily double my salary, in USD, which means I could double-and-a-half my salary. But with the way the salary raises are going at my company, if I stayed where I was without even bringing up the possibility of a raise, I’d be about 9%-15% ahead on my salary. Certainly nowhere close to 100%, or doubling it.)

3) Document your accomplishments. Duh.

4) State your case. But leave your gun at home.

5) Be prepared to counter. Or be ready to be behind the counter because you may soon find yourself at Starbucks.

(FB: Yea, you have to understand that asking for a raise may be risky, depending on how you do it. If not money, what else would you like? To be able to work at home every Friday? Or you want your own desk? How about an extra week of vacation? You have to think of other benefits that you might be able to negotiate out of them, other than money.)

6) Be prepared to walk. Humming “I Am Woman” as you go. (FB: It’s a risk….)

Ok, before anybody jumps all over me I do think women are underpaid as they (another generalization but…) tend toward jobs in education and such. But education is generally a non-profit industry so how are you going to make the big bucks if there is no profit?

(FB: I think Bill made a great point here. Know thy industry.)

But here is the dirty little secret–men don’t negotiate either. We got a hint earlier-”seems that women are 2.5 times more likely than men to SAY they feel a great deal of apprehension about wage negotiations.” Does anybody really believe that a guy is going to admit to being apprehensive about wage negotiations? We guys are still so screwed up that we would not admit, upon penalty of death, to being apprehensive about anything. When guys have reviews we sit there meekly like misbehaving third graders but when we come out we are Supermensch with mythic tales of our demands and bosses wilting under our attacks. Oh, some guys do demand things (I know of one guy who actually still has a job but there is always an exception to the rule) and I am sure that there are women out there that demand things and get away with it but again, the exceptions.

(FB: I think men are automatically given higher raises too, only because they may have been paid more to begin with, and with a standard % raise, they’ll get paid more in absolute dollar amounts… because they got paid more to begin with. But maybe it’s also when review time comes around, you should start speaking up for your own worth. Bring up any other job offers you’ve received, and ask if they can match it, or lose you. Make sure they’re REAL job offers though, don’t go around lying – you never know who your boss, or your boss’ boss knows in that company’s HR department. Even better, is to print out job positions around the city, and show them the salary on the page to negotiate your own salary in the company. After all the time and money they’ve spent on your education – they’d be a fool to lose you. It costs 2.5 times more to get a new customer than to keep an existing one, and the same rings true with employee retention. If your company is smart and keen on keeping you, they’ll raise your salary. But if your company was looking for a reason to fire you – not such a hot idea.)

I have never negotiated a salary increase or a salary for that matter. I come from the ‘take it or leave it’ school of wage equality. Did I always make the biggest salary? No. Did I get screwed? Yes. Did the things work out? Yes. One short anecdote on how that can happen. Seems I was just promoted to the exalted position of manager. I didn’t manage anything including the new hire we were after to spread the work around. This new senior analyst would report to another manager with a dotted line (never quite understood dotted lines) to me. And the word went out through the kingdom that our group, a high profile group, needed an analyst. They signed up by the dozens and since I had just lately left their ranks, I knew most of them. I have to admit I had a fiendish glow interviewing my former colleagues till I noticed one problem–they all made more than me. Even with my promotion to manager and my ‘big’ salary increase, I was making less than all of them. I went to the treasurer and told him of the dilemma. He hit the ceiling which for him was not easy as he was a slight man. Soon I was surrounded by hordes of HR people all bowing and scraping because my boss had gone to the CFO who went to the CEO who called up the VP of Human Resources and was told to fix it–fast. So I got a nice little chunk of change and some credits with my boss and the Human Resource people since I didn’t make a big stink out of it.

That is the key–don’t make a big stink out of it. If you feel you are getting screwed; find out, work hard, ask your boss how you are doing, room for improvement, any new challenges. If the situation does not improve, look around and vote with your feet by taking a new job. If you are good, there are people out there looking for you.

But don’t go in and negotiate at the end of a gun. People have long memories and what goes around, comes around.

Bottom line is: it’s your money. If you don’t want to go through the hassle and risk of losing your job and possibly having to switch to a new one – then don’t. But just do your homework at least, and know what other companies are offering someone in your position, and make sure you’re keeping up with the curve. If not, the company is basically getting something for a much lower price, and keeping quite about it, hoping you’ll never find out. You have to have company loyalty, for sure… but you also have to realize that companies don’t care about you like a family. Granted, some do. But they’re mostly the mom and pop shops, or the family businesses that.. well, treat you like family. Companies, big, medium and even smaller ones, can always replace you in a blink of an eye. Sure, they may NEED you, but trust me, if they wanted to, in about a week or less, they could find some other candidate to fill your spot at your pay, with ease. So just tread carefully, be polite and well-mannered, and above all, know what you’re worth.

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Some days, I wish I drove a car…

Disclaimer: Not a happy fashion post… if you’re very PC (politically correct), please take what I say with a grain of salt. It’s partly literary license, but mostly frustration + a dash of irritation.

I normally love travelling by transit. I’m one of the few, that takes pleasure in the mindless waiting for a bus, sitting on a bus or a subway, and just letting my thoughts take over as music washes through my brain.

It’s like a mini break for me. I get a bit calmer when I’m not in control (very unlike if I were to drive)…

But today, really highlighted why I hate public transportation sometimes.

Traffic
There are some days, when I just. want. to. get. home. Traffic is sometimes just so congested and awful, I want to scream.

Loud, Annoying Kids
This is a HUGE pet peeve of mine. I don’t mind the younger generation. Really. I really really don’t. When they’re polite and well mannered. (God, I feel old saying that!)

But there comes a point where they have to realize how annoying they’re being to the rest of the world. I know at some point in my life I may have been like that, but I was never a very beautiful or popular child, until one day, very VERY late in life, did I ever start loving myself for who I was and it all began to fall into place. But I do know that I was very shy, quiet and polite.

Anyway, case in point. Some high schooler is on the bus, in her white velour Juicy Couture rolled-up-to-her-knees, with flab hanging over the pants, and a shirt so tight and impossibly transparent in the light that my mother would’ve slapped me for before letting me out of the house. Topped off with flip flops, the requisite Tiffany bracelet, earrings and matching necklace, and you have yourself the epitome of what I call a “Sweet Sixteen Spoiled Brat” (Have you ever watched a show on MTV called “Sweet Sixteen”? Don’t. It’ll make you disgusted with the world and the human race in general.)

Now, normally I ignore these girls, and chalk it up to youth and sheer brashness learned from the media + culture idolatry for daring to wear something so unflattering for her figure. But she had to go and top it off with intermittent squeals at high-pitched super sonic sounds, that I could hear over my blaring music. She squealed over a friend’s bag. She squealed over a friend’s cell phone. I’m talking a FULL OUT LONG DRAWN SQUEALS, as though she was slapped (unfortunately not), or maimed in some way.

I honestly wanted to rip the earbuds out of my ear and shout: “HEY. YOU. TART IN THE HIDEOUS WHITE JC PANTS. SHUT. THE. HELL. UP.”

But being the person that I am, I bit my tongue, and vowed to get on a bus, any bus before 2:30 p.m. when these wild animals are let out of their cage..

Filthy Riding Conditions

Enough said. But I bet they aren’t as awful as New York’s public transit – famed for its filth, and dog-sized rats running around the tracks. Japan by far, had the cleanest transit system I had ever seen. Too bad about the whole bit I read about perverted older male passengers groping girls on the trains…

Rude and/or Smelly Passengers

Like ones that won’t give up seats for the elderly. Or ones that won’t give up seats for pregnant women. Or the fanciful ones that wear SARS masks and SARS gloves and refuse to sit on the seats, staring belligerently at everyone with red-rimmed eyes who dares breathe in her direction.

Or best… the ones that are overly lovey dovey on the train (I’m talking full on dry humping done to the rhythm of the bus bouncing over the potholes), clinging onto each other.

Yes.

She held him instead of holding on to something more solid .. like say, a POLE to keep her steady, and he was swaying like a monkey on the bars. When the bus jerked to a halt, he stepped back and slammed his foot down on my baby toe, which then began to swell up and bruise pretty badly (it still hurts).

It hurt like a bitch, but I didn’t feel a thing. I was irritated and so angry with adrenaline, I just coldly pushed my sunglasses up on my hair, and stared at home, boring little laser pinpoints into the back of his skull until his girlfriend looked back nervously at me, smile dripping off her face, and nudged her boyfriend. He turned back, was a bit embarassed, and mumbled an insincere “Sorry”. I held his gaze for 3 more full seconds, skewering him a la Waiter Rant style (I too have worked in the restaurant biz, albeit the fast food biz with people screaming at me about the prices of food when all I do is prepare it)… Then I forcefully pushed my body past him, hating that I got angry, almost body checking people out of the way to get off the bus and into some fresh air.

Not, a good day for me, I’m afraid…

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