The position at Steve's work was not filled from this group of canditates (translation: he didn't get the job). Obviously this means that the higher ups at Steve's work are a bunch of stupid wankers who can't see that he is the best worker in that crummy place, but he doesn't get credit because he doesn't whine about how hard he's working all the time. Big middle finger to you people.
However, this is a great reminder that we're young. We have lots of years ahead to stress about careers, but right now we should be working just enough to pay for our travel, hookers, and blow. I mean, neither of us really even know exactly what we want to do with our lives. We should be taking this time to figure it out rather than working like madmen to achieve some kind of status that doesn't mean anything to us.
And now I'll tack on a Thanksgiving post for good measure:
I'm thankful for...
Steve. I can't even describe how much I love him or begin to list all the reasons. Anything I say just sounds cheesy, and I hate it because that's not how we are. It's just right.
The fact that Becca and I are really friends again. And that she's happy.
Steve and I both getting to be with our families on Thanksgiving. Hopefully I'm still thinking it's a good idea tomorrow night.
Good friends. I only have like three, and I'm completely fine with that because I genuinely care about them and I know they genuinely care about me.
The city of Fort Collins.
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Here's to your thinking by tomorrow night that it was a good idea.
Unfortunately, in the world of academia and business, the courage to make the right choice, go against conventional wisdom, disregard affirmative action, stand up to the political correct crowd, and just do the right thing, because it is right and because it is just,..is sadly lacking. There is no question that Steve can do the job, is doing the job, and is not whining about it speaks more about his character than the weak attempts by some to explain failure to act.
In the meantime, as you do the job you didn't get you will be able to learn and exercise leadership skills that will serve you in the future.
We are all so proud of the young man that you are, the character that you exhibit, and incidentally, your choice of Rachael as your wife. It's terrific that your biggest cheerleader and supporter is each other. It makes for a pretty good team.
Dear Rachel,
I was reading your post and hope you will take my words as loving thoughts for you to contemplate, and not criticsm. I understand why you are very unhappy with the circumstances involving Steve's job, and as a wife your protective nature wants to tear at the flesh of these short-sighted, cowards that can't seem to stand for what is right. I definitely agree with you on that issue.
I know what a beautiful, sweet, tender young woman you are - that is very obvious. However, a few of your chosen words surprised me, because I know you are much more refined than some words would reflect.
It is highly probable that you do not know the exact meaning of "wanker" (see dictionary), and maybe you do not realize the visual picture it paints when you speak of the "big...finger".
I remember how hard it was for me to break the habit of using my middle finger when driving angry, until someone I knew saw me use the gesture and in shock said, "Tamara! You are SO MUCH BETTER than that!"
I also remember a favorite expression I had picked up from high school that I had used for quite a while, until I said it in front of my mother one day. She was shocked. She said "do you know what that means?" I answered, "Yes. It means I am very angry." She said, "No dear, the P...s has to do with urination. Is that what you want people to think of when you are trying to express your anger?"
Of course, I reminded her that my dad had a habit of saying "oh, tell them to go p...s up a rope." (Which actually paints an even more interesting picture of coordination and aim... something women cannot really understand in this regard. :-)
Anyway, my mother's point was well taken as she went on to explain that my vocabulary needed to be expanded to express anger and dissatisfaction in more appropriately descriptive ways, and that the words we use more often reflect on us, rather than the object of our scorn.
So, again, this is not written as criticsm in any way, but ONLY because I hold you in such high regard and respect you so very much, I wanted to just remind you to choose carefully your words, and hopefully you can avoid some of the same type of embarrassing moments I have had. :-)
Lots of love to you, Steve, and your family.
Tamara
Hmmmmm.....whose blog is this? I could address Tamara's comments directly to her, because I totally disaggree with them. But I'm not sure she would read future comments to this post. What it boils down to is if you can't use colorful language when your upset and feel like venting or just want to use it to add comedic value, well that just sucks (and yes I thought about the visual picture the word "sucks" paints and still decided to use it). It's not like you are using these phrases around a bunch of nuns and preschoolers. This is your blog and you can write whatever you want. If it offends or shocks someone, he/she has the choice to stop reading. You shouldn't have to filter what you have to say. I like your writing and if I have to suffer through the word wanker every now and then, so be it.
As I stated in my original post, I was not criticizing, and I hoped my words would be taken in the way they were meant. Due to my time being scarce, I would not have taken time for any posts, if it were not for my love and respect for Rachel, her family, and my awareness of the great young woman she is. I have that same respect and affection for all of Steve’s (the dad) children, children in-law, and grandchildren, because I know they are quality people with good hearts and intelligent minds. I love them all.
In recognizing Rachel’s true qualities of kindness, refinement, and intelligence, I felt it was important to share a fact that I have learned through my many years of life. I had hoped to share this in a positive, constructive way. Perhaps, my words were clumsy or poorly selected, but it does not change the truth that our chosen words (right or wrong) can be a reflection of our character. For some, vulgar language is truly who they are. For others, crass language is not at all who they are, but is an impatient response to frustrating circumstances… which I definitely know was the case with Rachel. I was just trying to point out that with the quality of person that I know she is, she may want to consider her choice of words. I apologize for not explaining that well enough. It would break my heart to know that I offended either Rachel or Kimberly in any way.
In closing, I am including a poem that I found, which I hope will explain more of what I am trying to say. I sign off with love and respect to all of my step-children and their families.
“A Mother’s Words to Her Teenage Children”
Reach for God’s Light.
Reach for the True, Noble and Pure
(Because in fact, these qualities do still exist.)
Avoid crudeness in all forms,
whether language, music,
books, art, and even humor.
The demeaning effects are
neither uplifting, nor enlightening
and can only destroy our spirits.
Reach for the Lord.
Reach above the darkness
of the world.
Doing such will elevate us
above the masses,
above the common and ordinary…
To heights of Refinement, Intelligence,
And eventually… Perfection.
Personally, I think the use of the word wanker shows a pretty expansive vocabulary. I myself enjoy using the slang words of those crazy Brits. For instance, I think your blog is brill and actually quite smashing. Anyone who thinks otherwise is a complete tosser and should get the two finger salute! Of course, I am still a bit bladdered from last night's piss up. Oh bugger all, I've gone and honked all over the carpet! I must go. Pip Pip!
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