Life Is Such A Sweet Insanity.

I am currently sitting aboard Delta flight 1967 headed from Atlanta to San Diego. We are less than an hour into our flight and have about four more hours to go. We are flying through some weather and the pilot has left the seat belt sign illuminated. He has also instructed the flight attendants to remain seated as well.

I’m curious as to why passengers are walking/bouncing up and down the aisles. Do passengers know better than the flight crew?

I am currently sitting in row 12 on this B767-300. Though I am sitting in a window seat, there is no window for this row, just a blank wall. This isn’t a horrible thing as I can seat out of the window that is next to the row in front of me. I like looking out and seeing what’s out there. That’s one of the nifty things about flying.

There is a window behind me that is actually right at my shoulder. The person in the seat behind me closed their window shade before takeoff and began banging on my seat for some reason. It’s not as annoying as the time that a child bounced on the attached tray table for most of a flight, but it’s noticeable. Because of my love of flying, I can’t even begin to imagine why someone would close the window shade when they’re in a window seat. But that’s what a lot of folks do these days; they close themselves off from the rest of the world and exist in their own little silo. I think life is too short to exist within walls. You have to find the horizon and reach for it.

As I have been typing this entry the “rough air” (apparently ‘turbulence’ is too scary a word for Delta) has subsided and the “fasten seat belt” sign has been turned off. Everyone popped up like a jack-in-the-box. I am thankful that they didn’t dance a little jig because honestly I’d find that frightening.

Earl and I are just back from the Humane Society. We went to meet a cat that I had seen online who has lived at the Humane Society for a while.

The very friendly girl working in the cat area introduced us to Tatum, who is almost four years old. He’s a big boy, weighing in at nearly 15 pounds. He was carefree when we stopped by his cage, he looked at us with the air of feline disinterest. I waved to him but he didn’t wave back.

We had to wait for the “meeting room” to be vacated by Theo, who apparently needs to be in there because he is so energetic but he doesn’t like any of the other cats.

Tatum, Earl and I went in and we learned about Tatum’s history and the habits he has exhibited while living at the shelter since January. He is a very nice boy and he liked head-butting my legs and playing with some of the provided toys and the like, but he did not like to be picked up. He’s a sturdy boy and when I tried to pick him up he made a deep, chatter like sound that wasn’t really angry sounding but it was definitely a sound of discontentment. He was fine as long as he was at your feet, but he did not want to be off the floor.

While Tatum is very nice, Earl pointed out that I’m one that likes to cuddle and nap with a feline friend, and while Tatum was purring until I tried to pick him up, there just wasn’t the click that I was expecting. I thanked him for his time, gave him some nice pets on the head and told it was a pleasure to meet him.

We then decided to meet Theo, the cat that was in the meeting room before we met Tatum. Theo was the exact opposite of Tatum, he did not want to be on the floor, he wanted to be on Earl’s head. I picked him up and put him on my lap and he kept going until he was standing on my shoulders. He then walked over to Earl’s shoulders and head and just started rubbing against Earl’s beard. He was very chatty and energetic and we knew if Theo came home with us he would be airborne the majority of the time. I thanked him for the privilege of meeting him and then we picked up a pre-adoption form and made our way for the exit.

Meeting Tatum and Theo was very nice and I enjoyed spending time with them, but it made me realize that I’m not quite ready for a new feline addition to our home yet. I still miss Tom too much and in the same way that Tom did not replace Gideon when Tom moved in with us, I don’t want the next cat to replace Tom, I want them to come in on their own merits and be part of our family, just like Tom was.

I know that we’ll be going back to the Humane Society to visit more cats in the future, but today was not the day. It was great to meet Tatum and Theo though.

It’s been well over 10 years but I still remember the scene quite well. We were all seated around the conference room table updating the president of the company with the state of various projects that were underway. It was my turn to speak and I was just preparing to give my pitch about moving from Windows Me to Linux when I was interrupted.

“Before you get started, I’d like you to give me a list of the usernames and associated passwords for every employee’s account by the end of the day today”, the owner of the company declared.

I didn’t even need a full second to formulate my reply. I simply stated, in a calm and confident voice, “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to provide you with that information.”

All eyes around the table were on me. I think someone might have groaned or coughed. There was a guttural noise coming from somewhere and I was pretty sure that it had nothing to do with the Chinese food I had eaten earlier. That would have been embarrassing.

“I don’t think you understand, I want the username and password of every account on my desk by the end of the day”. I could see the fire building in his eyes.

“Oh I fully understand that request and I’m sorry but I’m not going to provide that information.” I believe I was clear in my initial reply.

Before an explosion ensued I added on, “and I’m willing to discuss this afterwards in a private meeting if you wish.”

Contrary to folklore, that is not the day of the Huge Explosion at that job in which I resolved to find a new opportunity as soon as possible. The discussion was heated, but once I explained my point of view, the matter was settled.

As children we are taught that we are all unique individuals and that our uniqueness should be celebrated. Some of us are more unique than others and while I believe we all have to conform to social standards in some way, I do not believe that any person, employee or situation can be controlled by some random, blanket edict. That’s just bad management. That’s just being lazy. And when I sense that is going on, I get rebellious. Very rebellious.

Now, I don’t waste my rebellion on stupid stuff. If the sign says “wet paint”, I don’t need to touch the wall to see if it’s true or not. If there are workers on the road and the speed limit is ramped down for their safety, I get that and I comply. But if there’s just a line of cones for miles with no workers in sight and the speed limit is ramped down to something idiotically slow, I might ignore that a bit, unless there’s a cop around.

In order for us to thrive in our jobs and be as beneficial as possible to our employer, I think it’s important that management try to highlight the positive traits in their employees within an established realm of guidelines. This may occasionally require some thought and this will probably result in some being treated differently than others. It could also make for some uncomfortable discussions as to why Person A can do one thing but Person B can’t really do that. Making blanket requests (“I want to access to everyone’s computer because I think only Joe Perv is looking at inappropriate stuff”) is not the way to go and when I see this sort of thing is when my rebellious streak really kicks in.

Some might find it hard to believe that one who strives to always be at the top of his game and the star player on the team would have a rebellious side to him. Maybe I just have an issue with authority. Whatever the reason, I know that who am I is what provides the fuel that fires me up to do what I strive do in the first place.

I have no idea who reads my blog. When you see me in person, I’ll often tell witty anecdotes from my life and it might be something that I have already talked about in my blog. There’s a good chance the story I’m telling will be a word-for-word recount of what you’ve already read. This doesn’t bother me. It shouldn’t bother you.

Since I have no interest in generating revenue from this blog, I don’t bother keeping track of the visitor stats. That being said, I am keen to the fact that I know that people read my blog. I must always keep this in mind when writing something of a personal nature. While I try to be transparent with the way I view the world, sometimes it’s good to heed me mother’s advice and say, “If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” And that is what I’m going to do right now.

So, to maintain a smile for all, let’s dig up an older dance tune and jam out, shall we?

From 1996, here’s “Jellyhead” by Crush. We played this one a LOT on Wow-FM, The Beat of Central New York. We’d probably be playing it a lot today because that’s what we did.