Well, I guess I must thank the guys over at Dell and Microsoft for allowing my accountant's computers to be hacked and forcing him into filing extensions for some of his clients, including us. Fortunately, our info for this year wasn't in the computer yet and I've been reassured our data is safe. My recommendation to him was simple.
Today was spent at the zoo with Izzy's second grade class. It was a beautiful day and the kids were all well-behaved. Imagine that. And then there this story which is currently all the rage.
And now, I'm wrapping up a small project and taking my quite tired person to sleep.
When I was in college and spending more time than necessary with my friend Jack and assorted other drinking paraphernalia, I took the unprecedented step of going public. As college-age drinking has forever been a problem for many, going public surely was one way to out my own self while hopefully helping others realize they were in need of help as well. The secondary effect was the launching of my career as a columnist for my college paper.
But confessing ones personal demons here on the old WWW is much trickier. It's much more public, global, than a student newspaper and youth are more quickly forgiven for their mistakes. The old ones are certainly way past, by the way. But when you are still in the market for new job you don't want to put out any dirty laundry that may sway a potential employer the wrong way. That's to say, people are people and they will judge unfairly way more quickly than they might actually think about giving someone 'different' a chance.
Let's face it, why take the business risk? It costs money to hire someone and it costs money if they have any kind of problems that cause them to miss work. And as I've learned and noted before, many corporations are far more concerned about their bottom-line than the quality and needs of the brain trust—particularly those middle-management and lower—that keep the company going.
So far be it from me to confess anything more than I'm doing great and everything is swell since losing my father—the two-year anniversary of his passing was this past Saturday—getting laid-off from my job over a year ago, and not having my career headed in the direction I would like it to be. It would be nothing more than a truth at Enron that my self-esteem and self-confidence are at all time highs these days. I'm practically walking on air (some old tv series theme song pops into my brain...what was the name of that show?) and singing the whole day through. Demonize that my friend, demonize that.
I dreamed once that my witty writing abilities would make this blog something more popular and well-known. I'd become famous and quoted often on the issues of the day or more simply, what it was to be a father, husband, son, uncle, cousin, worker, volunteer and all around mostly nice person. But ya know, life is never that easy and dreams take a lot more hard work than the occasional, or used to be daily, discourse on life. And since my writing has fallen off, so actually has what minor readership I had. And honestly, that's okay. I don't take it personally. I'm 'just one in a few hundred million of ordinary people who have something to say and feel compelled to say it so that almost anyone with a computer might happen upon it. I've always wondered why this is? I keep a paper journal and would never share its contents, so why the blog? Is it that one chance in a million that something I might write would touch someone one else's life in a positive way. That's a dream I can carry-on with. Flying on air.