jumpingfish

Fair and Industrious __________

Thu, 28 Nov 2024, 04:28 PM (-06:00)

Indeed.

Silence And

Thu, 28 Nov 2024, 04:09 PM (-06:00)

I am thankful for … silence. Or at least for those who understand why.

And thankful for warm Izzy in my lap. And for the Thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat, prepared by the fair and industrious Trudy who baked and peeled and mashed and sliced. Now then, time a little something.

And of course thankful for the yellow and purple flowers in bloom. The acorns that sprout. The seeds that germinate. Lizards that stare. Bees that buzz. Butterflies that flutter.

But mostly for … silence. For just a little while longer.

Lizard Brain

Wed, 27 Nov 2024, 12:32 PM (-06:00)

Effective Training

Sat, 16 Nov 2024, 11:58 AM (-06:00)

Let me just say that I am flattered that you consider me such an integral part of your business that you send me regular updates about what is going on in your world. What new procedures you offer. What new staff you have hired. What kind of software upgrades you have made to your systems.

I suppose in some alternative universe, these things might be … good to know.

But in this universe none of us has the time nor the interest. It is pure noise, and you are training us quite effectively to ignore every single thing we get from you.

A Better Look

Thu, 14 Nov 2024, 07:26 PM (-06:00)

To be fair, Trudy had a point. When she said she didn’t like my hair (her comment wasn’t quite that gentle), I couldn’t really argue, since it had indeed been past time for a hair cut. That was last week. It’s still past time.

So I’m in my classroom this morning as the morning crew starts showing up. There’s a handful of them that come in to just hang out before the day starts, some are students of mine, others are friends and friends of friends.

“Mister Hasan,” one of them said. “Your hair looks good. Did you do something to it?”

Recalling her analysis from last week, I texted Trudy, to relay this alternative viewpoint.

“Just sayin’” I said.

“A third opinion is needed,” she replied.

Moments laster, someone else came into the room, one of the young (female) math teachers. She looked at me from the doorway. “Mr. Hasan,” she said loudly, making sure all the students could hear her. “You’re looking quite dapper today — your hair, and look at that shirt!…”

I relayed this (third) opinion back to Trudy.

“That is so weird,” she said. “I should have gotten a better look at you before you left.”

Um, thank you?