December 8. Nothing particularly remarkable about today, except that it's Sunday. Christmas is two-and-a-half weeks away, and I'm in about the same shape as I normally am–that is, clueless what to get people, and for people I've already gotten things for, procrastinating on wrapping and/or shipping. I haven't even gotten out the Christmas music yet. Sadness. Otherwise, we have a mix of happy and sad today.
Why I Love this Job
You get to make things up. Like:
- 39% of people who tie strings to their fingers or put rubber bands around their wrist to remember things admit to pollsters that they forget why they placed the memory aid in the first place. Of that number, 22% say they forgot they were wearing the string or rubber band.
- 27% of people who regularly set electronic reminders say they
sleepreminders three times before dismissing them. 83% admit they dismiss the task without doing it.
- 12% of Facebook users claim they
friendpeople with the specific intention of
unfriendingthem the next day.
Note to bloggers and presenters: if there are numbers, it seems more believable, especially if the numbers are specific. Two-thirds is too general. 66% is specific, even though it's two-thirds. Numbers should never be preceded by
approximately, no matter how true that may be. Only engineers do that. Don't be an engineer.
The downside of the job. Sometimes
mistakes were made (sometimes you just gotta love passive voice). Sometimes the mistakes were made here, like in my last post, when I said there were 400,000 leaves in the front yard
I misspoke (another marvelous construction). This morning, I looked at the trees across the street, and there must be at least 20,000 leaves still clinging desperately to the branches. Now, someday soon I'll be right, but for now, I'm a little shy of the total. Apologies. Of course, there will always be leaves in the yard, even within ten minutes of raking. There's something wrong with the world
You get to remember. Now, I go back to the good ol' days a lot, even when they're not so good, and beyond my existence. But that's another neat thing about the job–you get to
remember anything. Things to remember this week include the Feast of St. Nicholas (December 6), who is often confused with Santa Claus; The Attack on Pearl Harbor (December 7), in which the Japanese (unwisely) dragged the United States into World War II; December 8, the Feast of the Immaculate Conception (which this year falls on a Sunday, so one Mass covers two obligations. Or in the vernacular, one stone, two birds); and December 12, which is both the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe and my Dad's birthday. My sister did a fantastic post on the anniversary of his death in his centenary year. Simple, yet comprehensive. You should read it
You get to decide how lazy you want to be. Now, if I had wanted, I could have linked every item in the previous paragraph. If I wanted, I could have added a couple of pictures to liven things up. Truth of the matter is, I didn't want to. So there.
I get to provide interesting and potentially useful information. There's lots of information out there, and sometimes I pass it along. For example, Pantone, the color people, have named their
Color of the Year. If you missed this, the color is
Classic Blue. For those of you who speak RGB/HEX, it's also called #044c81. If you already knew that, you're excused from the test. The class is tired of curve busters.
It's a creative outlet. I do cartoons, poetry, short fiction and the craziness up here. The job gives me someplace to put all this stuff. In the case of the cartoons and T-shirts, it also gives me a bit of a push. There are only so many times you can say,
Can I get away with replaying a cartoon from three (five, seven) years ago? After three times in the same month, I get embarrassed and write a new cartoon or two.
I get to make people laugh. If I get the chance to make fun of stupidity along the way, well, so much the better. Since we're most of a month before New Years, it makes perfect sense to start the year in review and lists for the ten best books, ten best TV shows, ten most benevolent dictators. As an extra added attraction, they've also started
best of the decade lists, even though were a full year out from the true start of the new decade. Besides, they're stupid lists. Just once, (OK, twice) I would like to have read one of the books, seen one TV show, or lived under one benevolent dictator. Who knows? Maybe the book, TV show or dictator that's right for me will appear sometime later in December, and I will never know, because they were too late to make the list. Alas and alack. Top