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46(?)/46/46 – Day #5: Post 101


So yesterday I posted about my final wishes. Interestingly enough, that was the 100th post to this blog. For some reason, I find that amusing.

I’m weird, you know this. Nod and go along with it.

So, when you reach such a milestone, it puts a lot of pressure on the followup. You feel some great need to be just as whatever the previous post was. So, thinking back to yesterday’s post…

It wasn’t particularly funny.

It wasn’t overly sad.

I wasn’t mad about anything.

It wasn’t a rant.

It was just…well it just…was. It was me, just kinda talking off the cuff.

Well hell, that’s not hard to top. I’m almost disappointed that I don’t have to pull of some major blogging coup.

But, since this is a challenge and the blog post really needs to be well above 100 words (141 at the moment), here are some thoughts about goings on in the world.

  • Play-Doh made a cake decorating kit. In the kit is a little “tool” for “icing.” Apparently, the “tool” is shaped like a penis. Parents are outraged. Some even said it ruined their Christmas. Seriously? Ruined Christmas? This wouldn’t ruin my Wednesday. Now, if your kid (say it’s a 4-year-old girl) comes up to you and says, “Hey, mom/dad, this looks just like a penis!”, you might want to ask some questions. But other than that, I can’t see how the “tool” is that big an issue for the kids that would play with it.  And yes, I am being sophomoric by putting “tool” in quotes. Just being as silly as the parents. 😉
  • Dating sites are an adventure. I just got a message from a guy that said, “Hay, I think your pritty.” Sigh…he was kinda cute, too. Guys, that little squiggly red line under words such as “pritty” is there for a reason. It means, “HEy moron, you might want to check the spelling of that word.” Ignoring that squiggly line isn’t going to score you points with most women, and it’s going to seriously cost you points with me. I can overlook a receding hairline, extra weight and your love of “4-wheelin’,” but I draw the line at preventable misspellings.

Okay, I’m out of stuff to say. Hopefully something noteworthy will happen between when I hit submit and 11:59 p.m. tomorrow when I have to post again. Also, don’t forget this is your chance to ask me something you’ve always wanted to know about me and have me answer you.

Til tomorrow…Namaste!

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Average?


Interesting Opinion column in the New York Times today. In his column, Average Is Over, Thomas L. Friedman states:

In the past, workers with average skills, doing an average job, could earn an average lifestyle. But, today, average is officially over. Being average just won’t earn you what it used to. It can’t when so many more employers have so much more access to so much more above average cheap foreign labor, cheap robotics, cheap software, cheap automation and cheap genius. Therefore, everyone needs to find their extra — their unique value contribution that makes them stand out in whatever is their field of employment. Average is over.

Well, for some  it’s over. But for some of us, average never got started. Average never even existed.

When I was a child, my parents drilled it into my head: You won’t get anywhere in life doing just the minimum. If you want to succeed in life, you have to give at least 110%.

(You see, to my parents, 100% WAS the minimum.)

They never explained why, and I never asked. It was just an accepted fact in my house.

Of course, it didn’t take me long to find out why this was a requirement.

I learned two lessons in life very early: You can’t be black and average and you can’t be female and average and expect to get anywhere in life.

And if you were both, well, you’d best get used to having to be awesome.

Yes, I had to be awesome to be seen as average. I had to be spectacular to be good and I had to be damn near perfect to be awesome.

Every. Damn. Day.

The pressure isn’t as great now as it was, because now I’m somewhat established, but that’s not a work ethic that just evaporates. It’s as much a part of me as breathing and writing. I don’t think I could half-ass something if I wanted to. Average isn’t in me, because I could never allow it.

So, it rankles me a bit that some people who have gone through life being average are crying foul that just won’t cut it anymore.

To them, a question: What was it like?

What was it like to just do the bare minimum in college and still get a decent job?

What was it like to just do just slightly above the minimum required, and still get promoted?

What was it like to write mediocre content, but still land private clients or plum assignments?

I’d really like to know, because I’ve never had a chance to experience it. Cuz, you see..

While you were busy skipping class, getting Cs on tests and partying, I was studying. Cuz I needed at least a B to match your C if I was going to get recommendations from teachers and advisors.

While you were working an extra 15 minutes a week, and going home to your family, I was working 10 extra hours a week, and going home too tired to deal with mine. And we got promoted on the same day.

While you were writing crap, our supervisor was giving me your work to correct, but you still got the credit. And the accolades. And the bonus.

So, now that you have to do what I did, you want to whine about it? Seriously?

Boo frickin’ hoo.

It will take some adjustment, but I’m sure you’ll find a way to adapt. Just like, now that you can’t be average anymore, I’ll have to adjust my game as well.

The difference is, I’m used to it. Catch me if you can.

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