Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Little Things
Today was crazy and quit uncharacteristic of the unfolding of the past month. I had one of those cheesy 80’s movie moments. I was in the fluorescent angst of my cube and I received an e-mail from my contact to one of my company’s outside venders, let’s call her Berry. Basically this Berry is nuts. She’s this homely 30 something year-old women who lives in a Lord of the Rings alternate-universe and still listens to gut wrenching hair metal. So it’s safe to say she is not the easiest person for me to relate to but I’ll admit there was a time that I too listened to metal and would have probably been seduced by the special effects, Hollywood make up, and lovely attire from something like Lord of the Rings…That time is no longer with us. By nature I’m not fascist. I admire people with convictions and love for embraces I just turn suits against those who regularly try to breach upon my life. So Berry sent yet another classic e-mail attempting to slant my efforts as weak by saying I was testing something incorrectly. The e-mail wasn’t that offensive but perhaps due to the long tolerated ridicule of Berry against my endeavors the director of my department came up to me and said Berry was not going to be disrespectful to me any longer. (???) Then my director leaves the comfort of my cube and heads off to her office. At this moment I hear Peter Gabrielle playing in the office’s background or was it that, You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling song? (Take your pick of maudlin 80’s movie songs.) Then I see an email strike across my Microsoft office embedded screen, “Is it necessary to be rude to Nic we were only doing what you ask.” Just then I heard the Goonie-esque voice reverie-ing in my head…”Goonies never say die.” My director made such an uncalled for statement but it was done all in the vein of me. That is the most kind thing a person could do for another and it does something that is the most import thing a person can do…it shows not tells a person’s feelings for another. It goes without saying that I receive my daily dose of love from my girlfriend. I know without question that my mother loves me and my grandmother adores me. I can un-equivocally express my profound, unconditional, and profound love in which I have for those women…but oddly enough it’s these people we take most for granted. Like the expansion and depression of our lungs or the sun rising from those far off eastern plains of Colorado…We expect it. But it’s these 80’s-framed moments. It’s these emotional surprises we receive out of the woodwork of the mundane that seem to have the most profound effect. It’s like a Freud subconscious necessity. It’s the unexpected car that lets you change lanes, the stranger giving the rest of the spare change required for completing a haste-ful monetary transaction, it’s the spontaneous laugh at one of your jokes from your professor, or perhaps it’s the professor who falsely accuses you of cheating on your paper because he does not believe in your talents. It’s the small things in life often done by those least expected that seem to have the biggest impact. I just want send a cyberspace THANK YOU to the director of my department. These are words she will never see or hear but I thank her for her sweet actions and gesture of sticking up for me.
Today was crazy and quit uncharacteristic of the unfolding of the past month. I had one of those cheesy 80’s movie moments. I was in the fluorescent angst of my cube and I received an e-mail from my contact to one of my company’s outside venders, let’s call her Berry. Basically this Berry is nuts. She’s this homely 30 something year-old women who lives in a Lord of the Rings alternate-universe and still listens to gut wrenching hair metal. So it’s safe to say she is not the easiest person for me to relate to but I’ll admit there was a time that I too listened to metal and would have probably been seduced by the special effects, Hollywood make up, and lovely attire from something like Lord of the Rings…That time is no longer with us. By nature I’m not fascist. I admire people with convictions and love for embraces I just turn suits against those who regularly try to breach upon my life. So Berry sent yet another classic e-mail attempting to slant my efforts as weak by saying I was testing something incorrectly. The e-mail wasn’t that offensive but perhaps due to the long tolerated ridicule of Berry against my endeavors the director of my department came up to me and said Berry was not going to be disrespectful to me any longer. (???) Then my director leaves the comfort of my cube and heads off to her office. At this moment I hear Peter Gabrielle playing in the office’s background or was it that, You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling song? (Take your pick of maudlin 80’s movie songs.) Then I see an email strike across my Microsoft office embedded screen, “Is it necessary to be rude to Nic we were only doing what you ask.” Just then I heard the Goonie-esque voice reverie-ing in my head…”Goonies never say die.” My director made such an uncalled for statement but it was done all in the vein of me. That is the most kind thing a person could do for another and it does something that is the most import thing a person can do…it shows not tells a person’s feelings for another. It goes without saying that I receive my daily dose of love from my girlfriend. I know without question that my mother loves me and my grandmother adores me. I can un-equivocally express my profound, unconditional, and profound love in which I have for those women…but oddly enough it’s these people we take most for granted. Like the expansion and depression of our lungs or the sun rising from those far off eastern plains of Colorado…We expect it. But it’s these 80’s-framed moments. It’s these emotional surprises we receive out of the woodwork of the mundane that seem to have the most profound effect. It’s like a Freud subconscious necessity. It’s the unexpected car that lets you change lanes, the stranger giving the rest of the spare change required for completing a haste-ful monetary transaction, it’s the spontaneous laugh at one of your jokes from your professor, or perhaps it’s the professor who falsely accuses you of cheating on your paper because he does not believe in your talents. It’s the small things in life often done by those least expected that seem to have the biggest impact. I just want send a cyberspace THANK YOU to the director of my department. These are words she will never see or hear but I thank her for her sweet actions and gesture of sticking up for me.
# posted by Nick D @ 10:00 PM 
