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January 31, 2008

Clarity of Purpose

So, I was offered a job yesterday at about the point I felt that I couldn't go to work one more day and continue working for the company I've spent the last 9 or so months working for. Its not that I dislike the company, I just felt that the time was right to decide to quit. When I voiced that desire to Erin, and she supported it, I received an email offering my a job on campus.

This actually started a lot of consternation last night. There were a couple of reasons for the consternation: First, I had an interview today that I thought might prove to turn into something; Second, I wasn't sure that I absolutely wanted to work where I was offered a job. I do want the job, but I didn't want to leap into something without knowing what I was leaping into.

Anyway, I stopped myself from responding to the email with anything and went to work.

At work, I was called into my managers office and he started reviewing my work habits for the last few weeks. We have been slammed (at work) for weeks now in part because the owners decided to take an aggressive approach to getting new customers and, as a result, had a 22% increase over the existing customer base of (approximately) 400,000. I don't feel like doing the math; but the outcome has been an enormous increase in the number of calls received because most of the calls come from brand new customers.

This is a company who relies (mostly) upon customers who become established and never call.

On top of that, the admins at the company decided to start a series of pretty big upgrades on all of the servers. There are several hundred servers and on any given day, many of those are being upgraded with all of the issues and problems that become associated with any change in software.

Anyway, four weeks ago this all started and the job became much more stressful. Four weeks ago I started to go down the road of classes, school (well, three weeks... but four weeks ago I could see the changes coming), and as a result my mind has been quite preoccupied and (unfortunately) studying and homework (and Spanish) has proved to become a secondary priority.

As school became more of a reality and the need to study, learn, and memorize (esp. Spanish) I've seen an internal struggle going on to be honest at work and to study and do what I need to do to get the grades I want.

On top of that Erin lost her job and, for a period of time, I could feel the weight of responsibility shift from her shoulders back on to mind - especially when pregnancy became one of our many realities. The outcome, for a period of time, was literally praying and hoping for some relief from the stress of this semester. I did not do as well last semester (in part) because I had to work more and regardless of need in other places my body still requires a lot more sleep than other people.

One of our goals, for a while now, has been to start going to be earlier at night. Currently, we go to bed a lot closer to midnight (esp. since I get done at work (this semester) at 10 and last semester at 11 p.m.) Midnight is not a great time for us to be thinking about going to bed when Erin has to get up to go to work and I need to get up to go to school, study groups (not my idea), and etc.

Anyway, the process I was going through last night would be non-reversible. As nice as it seems for someone to be "needed" within a company, I am not Steve Jobs nor do I run Apple and have the ability to make a massive turn-around of a company. Sure, yes, I understand that I have ideas and abilities that allow me to make changes if put in the right position; but as I am not interested in working for a call center that refuses to admit it is a call center, and as the company has (frequently) told me I would be moved and then not done it... I don't believe that I offer anything to this company that they want and feel they need.

So, I was sitting in my bosses office and discovered that I had not done (nearly) as well as I needed to. He wasn't talking to me to say, "We don't need you anymore," as the amount of work I have done (in the past) is still a benefit to the company. He was telling me that I needed to get to the point where I was doing more.

I sat there. I realized that the time had come. I had to choose. I had to decide right then what I was going to do. What was important to me? I could take the job on campus and focus on my schooling or I could stay at the company and not move in any direction. They were not going to promote me, they were not going to move me to an area I am better situated... more and more, all I heard was promises with no proof I would advance.

Anyway, I finally said, "I need to tell you something," and then proceeded to tell my manager that I needed to quit. I explained my reasoning and that I needed to focus on my education and that work was getting in the way of my time working on school and time with my wife.

At that point, I knew what I needed to do. I needed to reply to the email I got, tell my new boss that I would begin working for him and that I would meet in him Friday morning and then do what I had to do today (the interview).

You know, what gets me is that I have been so conditioned to interview as though I want every job I apply for and interview for to be one that I am offered. I want to walk away from an interview knowing that they want me even if I don't want the job. This is not to say that, as I sat there, the job didn't appeal to me on a variety of levels; but more along the lines that I just didn't want to have to think about what they were doing.

What came out of my mouth was, "Yes, I would be interested in this job," at the end of the interview when I was thinking, "Actually, I am less interested in what you are offering now than I thought I would be and, "No," please don't call me... pick someone who fits what you need better than me."

My telling a potential employer (esp. at BYU) that they should seriously consider another potential employee over me is not uncommon... and yet, I couldn't and didn't say that. I was pleasant, I spoke as though I wanted the job, I gave them answers that would cause them to sincerely bring me back for a second interview, and I thought, "I am happy I will be working for this other department," when they told me their time frame on interviews and when they planned to start making a decision (two more weeks).

The thing that got me was that when I told my manager what I would be doing everything cleared up for me. I asked, expecting to give a one week notice, "What would you like me to do?"

He said, "Can you give me a week?"

I said, "Yes."

He said, "Okay, the new employees come out on the floor on Wednesday."

What all of this means, since I don't work on Tuesday's, Monday is my last day of work.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

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January 30, 2008

So… I didn’t update

Well, I didn’t update last night. Glaringly obvious. However, I am sure if I think about it long enough I can come up with some excuses to explain away my not updating.

For example, when I got home (from school) Erin was already there and lying on the sofa. Which is interesting as our collective agreement (unless you are sick and can’t feel anything anyway) is that is not the most comfortable place to lay prone. However, it appeared that work (which is going well) drained her of all energy – which might also be a byproduct of a pregnancy… anyway, when I got home she wanted to know when we needed to leave to get to an appointment we’d set up for that night.

I thought 30 minutes was more than enough time to drive from Provo to Springville and places south and I was wrong.

We left. I drove. We went to the Interstate, me thinking, “Direct route is the best route,” and spent the entire time driving behind cars that (I would expect) drove painfully slow.

In their defense, it was snowing, the roads were covered, and Erin didn’t want me to drive very quickly anyway. Something about fishtailing or something or other and feeling nauseous and being pregnant or something.

Actually, I do know exactly what was said… and I do know that I changed my driving habits to allow Erin a bit more comfort while charging around in the snow.

Anyway, the outcome wasn’t so much the adventure, bur realizing that the place we went to look at didn’t meet our needs. Oh, sure, it met all of our needs, but as we discussed impressions and what we experienced while doing a walk-through, neither of us felt comfortable. The outcome, we thanked them for showing us the apartment, Erin picked up an application, and then we drove home.

So, to take a step back, we are starting the process of finding some place new to live. We are of the opinion that we need extra space for an extra body and all the things that accompany an extra body. That proves to be interesting, as well… the things that accompany midgets. Though, on the flipside of that, I am not really certain what all accompanies midgets; just that they have additional things like “changing stations” and “diapers” and “socks” that never stay on and lots of other things.

As a result, you don’t combine midgets with offices. Especially when considering that I have a tendency to spend late nights in the office when I am not able to sleep (happened once this week already).

The outcome is over the next several months we will start looking for a new place to live. We are looking for something along the 3-bedroom range. A place for Erin and me, a place for baby and midget things, and a place for an office. This should be a lot of fun, if’n you ask me.

Regardless, changes are in the air. They just FEEL like it. In the air.

On top of that, I announced last week that all of the jobs had been offered to other people, started a new round of applications and interviews, and was offered a new job today. That was exciting, for me, even though this is a serious (financial) move backward. Regardless, Erin is working full-time (for now) and I know that whatever else is going down we will probably be fine.

As a result of the many changes in our lives, I have turned in my notice to quit my job and have accepted a new position on campus. Essentially, I will be editing, changing, and testing webpages for the School of Education.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

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January 28, 2008

New Glasses and Other Things

Well, bad news first… I failed my Spanish test today. It was sad. I need to attack this whole “learning a language” thing from a different angle. This is not making me happy. Or, this is not making me VERY happy. However, with Erin and some concerted effort, I know I can still pull this pig out.

Yeah, pig.

Anyway, I now have my new glasses. It’s interesting to look at the computer screen slash world from behind pieces of carbon-something-or-other. Yes, carbon based, not plastic, not glass, carbon. The cost of the lenses cost more than the cost of the frames… and we still came in at just over $100.00. Could’ve spent more, but given the distortion I see at the edges, the fact that these things are giving me a headache, and because I know I should (probably) use them for reading and working on computers… I am not exactly ecstatic about wearing them all the time.

On top of that, we discovered my eyes don’t produce tears… so, off and on, I’ve been using Systane eye drops in my eyes. They promise “long lasting relief” and “dry eye therapy” which is interesting, though not sure how much I believe it. I mean, I have a perpetual issue with dry eyes and as a result know (in advance) that this is going to take some training to get me in the process of using eye drops.

One of the things that keeps coming back to mind is the fact that eye drops can actually cause the eyes to stop the production of tears. This is the reason (knowing my eyes get dry and start to strain) I’ve not used them a lot over the years. This is also probably the reason that I suffer from severe allergies in my eyes… no tears to wash out pollen and etc.

So, I have to train myself to use eye drops when I start to feel them being dry and working harder than they need to be.

AND I need to train myself to use the glasses when I am working on various things and when I am reading.

Two things I am averse too.

I am not getting younger.

I can do this.

Anyway, the really frustrating thing about the glasses (even though they might be helping) is the distortion around the edges of my vision and the fact that I can “see” the frame of the glasses. Sure, they look good… but isn’t there more to wearing glasses and being able to read comfortably than wearing glasses.

And, no, lasik surgery isn’t an option for my condition as my eyesight is just slightly tweaked.

On the flipside of all that, and not at all related, I did get some Latino music from Erin last night to add to my iTunes and iPod. That was cool. She started telling me about different musicians and music that fell within certain pre-defined categories. When I asked Chris, a la profesor, about specific kinds of music I would enjoy (and no I am not going to share the KINDS of music I enjoy) he rattled off a similar list to what Erin shared with me last night… and said he didn’t really know a lot about what is out there in the genres but that he thought what Erin had said was a good start.

Too bad I don’t know any…

Hah! You thought I was going to give it away.

Anyway, I did go through classes today. When I got to school the weather was almost down-right balmy. According to our neighbor, the temperature had gotten up into the lower 40’s which felt good. Especially since Weather.com (last night) was saying we would get rain (overnight) turning into snow and then 3 – 5 inches of accumulation. Erin and I live on a bench and as a result, if there is accumulation we feel it… big time.

There was no accumulation over night.

However, after the Spanish test, and as I walked over to the bookstore, walked in, spent two minutes, and then walked back out the weather had gone from palatable to freezing with strong winds and little ice spheres (people kept yelling, “hail,” though it was not hail) that caused me to have to zip up and then scrunch down into my jacket and keep my head down as I walked around the library and back to the humanities building.

Talk about fun.

After classes, and with the snow still coming down, the sidewalks very slick with ice, I made my way to the administration building to tell a couple of the secretaries over there (that I had worked with my first year at BYU) that Erin is pregnant and then chatted with both of them for a while (trying to avoid going home).

Then I had to go to the mall to pick up my glasses. I know I’ve complained about drivers doing stupid things, but I have to tell you, some people are just too stupid to be allowed to drive. For example, I watched a pick-up truck wait to turn right at a light (he had a red light) and then turned right just in front of a car that was traveling at approximately 45 mph on icy roads only to drive halfway in the lane and halfway on the medium throwing up tons of slush and snow into the window of the car in front of me.

It does not matter if your vehicle is 4WD. You do not have the right to be that stupid.

At the mall, however, I got to see that they were still filming The American Mall, an MTV production. Got to see some of the actors just lounging around. They decided to stare at me as I walked out of the mall. It was interesting. Didn’t really care for who or what I was seeing… so… you know… the production was setting up a shot in a feux toy shop on the other side of where they have been shooting. Makes for good times.

On a similar (but still unrelated) note, I kind of want to do a play. Don’t know what play, though I did see a casting call for a WWII play about a bunch of people helping a dying soldier learn about friendship. Rehearsals are Tuesday/Thursday nights and Saturday mornings. Not sure I am up for this… not sure that Erin would be up for me to do something like that; but the bug is kind of there.

Oh, I did get two emails asking me for interviews this week. One for a web-developer position and the other for a project management position (both on campus). I know the former is tomorrow at 2:30 and the latter will probably be on Thursday at 11:00 a.m.-ish.

Since we are not worried about Erin (at the moment) and her job status, I am thinking we can move forward with finding me something that is more “study with Erin” friendly.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

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President Hinckley – 1910 to 2008

President Gordon B. Hinckley became prophet of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the April conference of 1995. I know this because that was the last general church conference I was serving as a missionary for the LDS church. At that time, I prayed about whether or not this man was meant to be the leader of my church. The feelings I got at the time were positive feelings.

This was one (of many) instances where I learned, from firsthand experience, that God does answer prayers.

As a young man I watched as President Benson dedicated to Dallas Texas Temple. I am told by people that were there (not necessarily my parents) that President Hinckley stopped, came back to me, and spoke to me. At the time I was probably no more than 12 years old.

Over the years, from a distance, I have watched and been very impressed with President Hinckley, the way he’s presented himself and information, and wanted to emulate this man. I think he is one of the few people in my life (the list is extremely short) that I have admired and actually wanted to meet. Some time ago I came to realization that I would (probably) not have that as an opportunity during his lifetime.

So, to hear, last night, that he passed away at home with his family around him came as a bit of a shock. Unexpectedly, my mother called and told me that I should be watching TV. Immediately (because I was in a different room) I told Erin to put the TV on Channel 5 (in truth, the church owns the NBC affiliate in this area, which also happens to be Channel 5) and we watched as the various anchors and reporters spoke about his death, about his life, and about their experiences with him.

After a while, after the reporters on scene kept saying, “No, there is no one gathering here,” did we get tired of waiting for a scene (which is NOT news) and went back to doing what we were doing.

Regardless, it was very sad to learn that President Hinckley passed away. And I am glad that at 97 he was finally able to return home and be with his wife again.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

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January 25, 2008

Ranting about Oil and Government and Rates of Return

I don’t really care for our current president.

I also don’t really care for people who are appologists for the oil industry.

I especially don’t care for people who want me to believe that greater profit margins denote a more successful company.

What does all of this have to do with each other?

Well, G.W. is in oil’s back pocket. Not literally, he can’t be as a sitting president of the United States. However, his background (before becoming governor of Texas) was in oil. He wasn’t very good at the job and took something in the public sector by running for governor and then President.

This does not stop him from being related to or responsible for the extreme inflation we’ve experienced when it comes to oil.

Oil affects other things, food prices, harvesting, transportation. All of this affects cost of living.

Moreover, instead of allowing the economy to actually reset (the affect of a recession) G.W. has pushed through economic stimulus packages that, ultimately, will hurt the country.

Instead of allowing the housing market to reset (again, severe and unchecked inflation over a long period of time) he has supported and introduced legislation that is designed to help sub-prime (and eventually prime) lenders out of the hole they’ve dug themselves into.

You cannot expect people who make less than I do a year to be able to afford a mortgage over 15, 30, or more years. The real problem with the housing market was as the market (and mortgage lenders) began adapting to the rapidly rising prices. Some of these (wise) adaptations are interest only payments on loans for three to five years; 40 year mortgages; and etc.

The outcome is that as the interest changes (this affects people with variable interest rate loans) then the mortgage also increases. Essentially, you are paying interest first and then principal. The interest will kill you.

Moreover, the longer the loan period, the more interest you will pay over the life of the loan; and for many people, having a variable interest rate loan will affect standard and cost of living.

Why does any of this matter?

Well, it matters because if it costs more to live in the United States and the average wage per worker has not increased to match inflation, than people are living on less money. This extends many people (trying to maintain a standard of living) to borrow against credit or value on a home (the latter becomes a second mortgage dressed in pretty clothing), which further drops them into a pit that becomes increasingly hard to dig out of.

Housing is too expensive.

Gas is too expensive.

Buying cars (especially American made cars) is too expensive.

The outcome is not that we are living in a golden era in our history or economy, but rather that we are living in a very bleak and dark period in the economy.

What G.W. is responsible for is the inflation as related to gas prices. Gas does influence other things. As the oil companies make more money this extends into other industries that are want to compete in profits with the oil companies.

The owner of the company I work for wrote an entry in his blog (a while ago) telling the world that they shouldn’t lament the oil companies their profits. Profits and profit margins are good things. For the oil companies those margins range from 6 – 9%. The problem with big oil is that they are pulling down multi-billion dollar profits per quarter.

Look at it this:

1,000,000 – one million
1,000,000,000 – one billion

That is three more zeroes. Counting 1 million dollars is pretty hard to do. Counting 1 billion dollars (dollar by dollar) is impossible for anyone. You would spend the rest of your life doing it and not even make a significant dent.

Now, consider, that the oil companies make 10 billion dollars (in profits) per quarter. That is every three months. Which means that yearly profits (profits is money after all bills, investments, and expenses are paid for) are around 40 billion dollars.

40,000,000 – forty million
40,000,000,000 – forty billion

Now consider that 40,000,000,000 should be 6 – 9% of overall income should be somewhere around 424,000,000,000.

If:

1,000,000 – one million
1,000,000,000 – one billion
1,000,000,000,000 – one trillion

That is revenue stream.

The owner of this company stated that if he had a 6 – 9% profit margin this business would not be worth running to him. He is very empassioned about that number. And yet, I have heard (two to four months ago) that the monthly revenue stream for the company is three million dollars. A 6 – 9% profit margin equates to $180,000 - $270,000 per month.

Again, profit is proceeds over expenses. With this company you might also have to assume that the owner(s) do not consider salary and wages as something that can be derived out of company expenses and is deductible from profits; but still… the owners are making a lot of money a month. At the low end ($180,000) that equates to $720,000 a quarter and $2,160,000 a year.

Since this company has an ownership hierarchy I know that the main owner posses more than 50% of the company, his principle partner divides the rest of the company between other individuals with the lowest ranking owner of the company having 10% of the company. And yet, a 6 – 9% profit margin for this company with a multi-million dollar a month revenue stream isn’t enough for him (owner) to maintain the company.

However, slim profit margins are one way of improving efficiencies and processes. If the owner of this company wants to make more money than he has to trim costs to increase profits, he has to make sure that work is handled in the most efficient manner possible, and he has to make sure that people can receive help in a variety of ways.

In the support world, you can expect that 10% of your customer base is going to use the support system. With a customer base of 400,000 you can expect that 40,000 customers are going to call into the support center. Divide that 40,000 over 12 months and every month you get 3333 customer calling in a month and 111 customers calling a day.

We average about 2000 calls a day.

So, to reverse those numbers, 720,000 customers call in per year. We have a customer base of 400,000. Essentially the company is getting 1.8 times as many calls as we have customers, currently. Or that every customer we have calls 1.8 times in a year. I know that’s not true as most customers never call.

What is wrong with this picture?

I also happen to know in an environment where support is essential as part of the business model, the support costs often exceed all other costs within the company. In essence, support becomes the ugly step-child of a corporation. In this company, the employee base of the company is support.

Now, go back to oil. If oil wants to make more money they need to improve processes and efficiencies. According to the owner, we have moved backward with the number of refineries that exist in the U.S. What this means is that we increases costs to transport fuel from existing refineries to the gas pump. Further, we rely upon foreign oil resources and reserves to feed our national thirst for oil. As a result, instead of tapping into resources in the U.S.

Rather than improve the way in which oil is produced, distributed, or acquired, we, as a nation, pay more at the pump for gas. As a result, the CEO of the nation, the man who worked for these oil companies, the one who can negotiate treaties and insist upon lower pump prices has chosen to do nothing. He is doing nothing. The only time he has done something was to a) support his bid for re-election and b) support his party during mid-term elections. Otherwise, we pay around $3.00/gallon for gas.

Now, I don’t care so much about gas prices. I don’t really care that I pay around $3.00/gallon at the pump. Yeah, as a full-time student it hurts. As a person who likes to drive (and most of my dating with Erin was driving around), who’s first “adult” job was driving semis and who thinks that going for a drive is a fun activity, high gas prices cause me to not go on long drives – but that doesn’t bother me so much as Erin is not big into long, long, long drives.

I am happy to drive for hours in one direction, sleep, turn around, and come back.

What higher gas prices, two major recessions (and granted the housing recession hasn’t really hit major status, but it will) the need for Congress to intervene and give tax refunds to try and stimulate the economy, and a crash to a major industrial sector of our economy do reflect poorly on this president. Instead of being known for the man who stood up and led well after 9/11, he will be the man who hurt the economy, presided over two different recessions, caused inflation and gas prices to be raised, and led the United States into an unnecessary war in Iraq.

The real outcome, though, is that people who expect to see higher rates of return for investment (stocks over a lifetime have an average rate of return of 8% regardless of class of investment) are deluding themselves. People who claim that the oil industry deserves $40 billion profits a year are insane. People who assume that companies deserve to make a killing on customers are insane. And people who assume that G.W. is not culpable for what has happened during the almost 8 years of his presidency are (at best) deluded and at worst insane.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

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Maybe Some News

Well, as you might already know, Erin was fired from her job about a week ago. On the same day she was fired (for rather poor reasons) we discovered that she is also pregnant.

This news is being shared because Erin wants to talk to different people about it. People who might be able to commiserate with her in the whole body changing, hormones racing, gotta pee all the time kind of way. There are actually very specific people she has in mind. However, if you want to know who those people are (or if you think you are one of those people) then you will have to speak or email her.

We anticipate that baby Hattaway will show up around the end of September or early October according to the many different due date calculators that are available online. Erin has her first OB doctors appointment on February 11th.

I didn’t want to share until it was possible to hear the babies heartbeat through the Doppler system (which is between 10 and 12 weeks); however, after a very long (and sometimes emotional) conversation with Erin last night, we determined that there was a short list (much longer for me than for her) of people that needed to be called and told before we moved forward with making this known to the world.

The first person was called at 11 this morning.

Please note, though, that our respective parents have known for about a week. On my hierarchy of people (outside of Erin and I) that need to know changes in our lives, the parents are at the top of the list.

Outside of immediate family members, and since this is my medium of informing people of changes and updates in my life (and throw in some very close friends), I am now posting that Erin is pregnant. We are expecting a bouncing baby something-or-other. And we are looking forward to the challenges the next year will bring as we plan and prepare for a liebchen to enter our lives.

What this really means is that Erin will want to have serious conversations about possible names for said life growing inside of her. Until now, I have been able to avoid or play around with these conversations. You can tell I am tired of these conversations when I drop into Skunkweed, Rhododendron, and Gladiolas as potential names for any future children. Skunkweed is a boy’s name. At least I am not suggesting Crabpaper or Mouse-whiskers – of course, those names are reserved for other purposes so… who knows, maybe they need to be repurposed.

Jordan did tell me:

Jordan is a great name. You can use it for boys and girls (emphasis mine).”

Anyway, we are very excited. Very scared. And have gone through some interesting dips into personal hells this week as we were trying to figure out insurance and as Erin has worked on finding employment.

However, even with the bad news of last weekend it was coupled with good and positive news. So… you know… into each life a little rain must fall.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

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January 24, 2008

Jordan wants an entry about him

Jordan, me thinks, hasn’t been happy with the mentions he’s received (from me) on this blog. So, he scooted over since we work at the same place and he sits, quite literally, behind me and said, “I think you should write that I interrupted your writing a blog entry and then write about this conversation.”

The conversation:

Jordan: Am I in your blog?

Me: No.

Jordan: Why not?

Me: Because I am not writing about you.

Jordan: But you can.

Me: I don’t think so.

Jordan: Why not?

Me: Because I am writing about something else.

Jordan: I think you should write up this conversations.

Me: I don’t think so.

Yeah, it’s like he’s my youngest brother or something. At this point you go back to the top and then I roll over to his desk to stare at a screen where he is trying (very hard… or not at all – I don’t know which) to troubleshoot why some yahoo can’t access their database through some script-slash-software I’ve never seen or heard of before.

We dropped the password and access was granted.

He spoke to the customer for several more minutes.

I am a hero.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

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Elliptical Trainers and Other Things

Well, after Erin went and spent time with one of her ex-mission companions she (and said companion) went to Wal-Mart – or the dictator of evil, before Erin dropped her off at the family she is staying with (the companion was flying home to Denmark today and wanted some candy to take to her friends in Denmark) where she (Erin) picked up the tools I need to finish fixing the brand new elliptical trainer we’d just gotten.

After I had it back together I had to take it apart again to adjust the belt that connects the major wheel to the resistance wheel. That was fun. Tiring. However, the elliptical trainer was fixed, adjusted, and working.

So much so that I got up this morning and worked out on it.

That was the good news.

The bad news is twofold: first, my head scrapes the ceiling as our ceilings are not designed for an elliptical trainer with someone of my height; and second, after ten minutes I felt like I’d run several miles.

Granted, I’d not been on one of these things in a while, and with winter (and lots of snow) I haven’t been getting out and doing things for a while. Which all equals me being lazy and not able to maintain a pace for 30 minutes. That will come – oh yes it will.

Anyway, that caused me to jump into the shower and then dress and then go to school. School this semester is proving to be interesting and confusing all at the same time. That was true a couple of semesters ago, Winter 2007… but I am not really sure what is causing this… ambivalence. Well, not ambivalence. I was preoccupied with other things that semester and to say I am not occupied in many different areas would be a lie; however, I am pretty dedicated to school and class and stuff and the result is that I am interested in discovering what happens.

With all that said, I do have some catch-up reading to do. I’ve decided that one of the approaches to Spanish is going to be memorizing aspects of the lessons. There are dialogues that (in our only verbal test with the teacher) will come back and haunt me. Plus, going back to what he said the other week, learning phrases and memorizing them will eventually turn into my understanding what I am saying and how it fits together.

Who knows? This class is, at times, both confusing and exciting to me. And frustrating too.

Anyway, in New Testament today the professor started talking about the different aspects of a person’s life. I am sure I should pull back from talking about this for personal reasons, but… I am plowing ahead anyway.

There are three aspects, he called them spheres.

First sphere: Public. This is what you show the rest of the world. For members of the LDS faith, wearing a CTR ring as a means of showing that you are a good member of the church is one aspect of the public sphere.

Second sphere: Private. Professor defined this as family. This is what you do within the confines of your home and that are reserved for the people closest to you.

Third sphere: Personal. This is your thoughts and actions that can be hidden from everyone, to include family.

The objective of early Christianity, theoretically, was to combine all of these areas of life so that they overlapped as much as possible. That way, when you are out among people, they get to see you as you are in public the same as you are in private and personally. Essentially, you become a coherent individual in all aspects of your life rather than divided into different areas.

What he said (and this is what caught my attention) was that people have a tendency to be so divided that these are the ones who feel they are pious while at church because they pay tithes and offerings, and yet they are backstabbing cheating individuals in their professional and work lives.

This is very interesting to me: the division of individual lives from public to private to personal. Consider that you can be three entirely different people. Someone who is addicted to porn in the personal category and a bishop in the public category. Or someone who is a used car salesman selling cars he knows will break down in one category and then going to church and declaring that we should treat everyone equally and fairly in another category.

What all of this had to do with, in the world of the New Testament, was a possible conflict between Jews who had become more Greek than Jewish, going so far as to speak Greek and not Aramaic or Hebrew and who wore Greek clothing and lived the Greek lifestyle. In the early Christian era, you were literally converting to Judaism rather than Christianity. Christianity took separation from Judaism and the conversion of Gentiles and (further) leaving Jerusalem (e.g. the Temple) for the religion to really take off.

However, consider the notion that within the state of Utah being LDS is very different than, say, anywhere else. We consider the epitome of LDS living to be what is viewable within this state; and yet, can you legitimately tell someone in any other state or nation that they are not equally pious because the do not live in Utah?

My answer to this is, “No.” That is silly. Though, with the, “No,” answer I can also see lots of people that think Utah is Nirvana for members of the LDS faith. I can see that people here think they live better lives than those who are from other places. And I can see that the stereotypical Utah Mormon is the one we all complain about.

On the flipside of that are those who are LDS and come from outside. You know, the places where being a member of the church puts you in a clear minority in this country. The places where early morning seminary doesn’t exist and rivalries between the University of Utah and BYU don’t exist. The places where what happens in Utah doesn’t even cross most people’s radars because, face it, it’s Utah.

We complain (as a nation) that New York feels they are the center of the universe and what happens in New York does (and should) affect the rest of the country slash world. We mourn the loss of lives on 9/11, and rightfully so; but that attack was symbolic because our news agencies, our financial institutions, our publishing houses, our art, and our clothing comes out of New York. Even though the population of New York is less than 1% of the total population of the U.S. we give that city more credit than it should be due.

More, when you go into the Washington D.C. beltway, what happens within that beltway is far more important than what happens outside of the beltway. You lose sight of the world around you because the movers and shakers in Washington D.C. make you believe that what is happening right there (no matter what it is) is far more important than what is happening anywhere else.

I grew up in Texas. Being from Texas (a good thing) is better than living in Texas. However, while you are in or from Texas you have a tendency to compare everything against that state and the values and culture of the state. The phrase, “Everything is bigger in Texas,” is appropriate when you consider that anything that happens or takes place outside of the state doesn’t matter.

It’s not a bad thing to be centered on where you live and what is happening. To some members of the LDS faith, the 2002 Olympics was a fulfillment of prophecy and the world came to the “Top of the Mountains.” Adjust your region-centric attitude a bit and apply “temple” to “top of the mountains” and this could also mean that building LDS Temples all over the world is a better (or more appropriate) interpretation of this prophecy. And yet, when you are in Utah all you care about, all you hear about, is what is important that will make this state more important or more special than anywhere else.

Being LDS in Utah, then, doesn’t negate a person’s innate personality or whatever… it just masks it behind the notion that you are LDS and you are in Utah and you are meant to look as though you are pious – though you don’t necessarily need to be pious. Wearing a CTR ring shows you are LDS. Wearing a CTR ring and sleeping around shows you are LDS but one who chooses not to live the religion.

Recently, we heard a family speak about one of their daughters. I don’t know the family, I have no idea who the daughter is. However, that family prayed they would be able to get their daughter off of some criminal charges and keep her out of jail. In their opinion, going to jail would’ve destroyed this girls life.

That is what it means to be LDS and to use the public sphere. People can’t know that your son or daughter spent time in prison. If the son or daughter did, then they will never have any opportunities to succeed in this life. Repentance is the reconciliaton and restitution of some negative act. Sometimes, in order to obtain true repentance, you have to go to jail.

Conversely, we forget that the religion not only teaches that we should have mercy, but also that mercy cannot rob justice. We require both and forget that you have to consider both when considering how to deal with an individual or situation. I think that we (both those from Utah and those from outside of Utah) forget that when we are dealing with the other we have to realize what is happening, and be willing to work with the person (or people) to better ourselves.

Yes, we will always come across bad examples of any religion. The larger or more concentrated the religion, the more bad examples there will be. The outcome, though, going back to the three spheres of influence, is that all of our actions, individually, as communities, as states, and etc. is to make sure that what people who are complete strangers see is the same person we want to be when there is no one else around.

I think that’s enough ranting.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

Real Heroes Fly

January 23, 2008

Wednesday Stress and Work

Woke up this morning since the Elliptical Trainer people called the other day and asked if they could deliver today between 8 a.m. and 12 p.m. A four hour window. Since these people are not the cable company, four hour window’s are not a bad thing.

We woke up around 9 a.m. and I got dressed (mostly) so that when the delivery person arrived I could go outside and do what needed to be done to take possession of the elliptical trainer. After Erin lost her job we talked about whether or not we would keep the machine or send it back, and since it was something we both want, something we would be purchasing eventually, the 10% cancellation fee only adds a significant amount to the (eventual) purchase price, causing us to decide to keep the machine.

That’s what we get for living our lives and having Erin’s ex-bosses give her assignments up until the day before they fire her.

Regardless, we’ve decided that we needed something like this in our lives and (as a result) we now have an elliptical trainer in our front room.

Granted, I spent two hours (plus) this morning, and another hour to hour-and-a-half this afternoon putting it together. There are not millions of pieces, just specific ways things have to fit together. On the unfortunately side of life, I put the wide-supports on the wrong ends, didn’t add a middle height support, and then when I got on to test it, had the belt come off on me.

More, when I took the barrel end apart to see why it was offering no resistance, I also discovered that the belt had come off in the process of putting it together. The reason the belt came off (I noticed this and hoped I was wrong) was that the resistance mechanism (think really large electro-magnet) was loose. As a result of all of this, I had to take parts of the mechanism apart, again, and then leave it sitting on the front-room floor until later when I can (hopefully) find the correct hex-head tool to tighten things down, loosen things, and make it all work together.

This is fun.

On the flipside, and with a day in-between, Erin made a thousand-million calls on insurance yesterday. The calls really started when one of the ex-bosses emailed her to let her know that we were insured until Monday next. She emailed back and forth and, sure enough, we are insured until the end of January.

That’s not what stressed me out, though. What got me was that people are willing to insure us, but as private individuals, we aren’t covered for rather long periods of time for potentially pre-existing conditions. In essence, we want to pay a company for insurance, we want to give them money so that I can avoid going and seeing doctors, and on the flipside, they will take that money but not cover things for enormous lengths of time since we are individuals on a plan rather than on a group plan through one of our companies.

Since I am trying to move away from the company I am at, and since Erin has applied for 10-billion jobs, we don’t expect that I will be here forever; on top of which, putting trust into people who are not trustworthy caused me to drop insurance at this company which cannot be gotten back until the next open enrollment; which, further, means our insurance solution was to go back to BYU and have them insure us on the student group plan.

I don’t know about you, but all of this feels very convoluted and tiring. So much so, that when I was at home last night with Erin after the classes all I really wanted to do was sit there and stare at the wall because I was tired and frustrated and out of sorts and ready to rip something to shreds.

What that something is has not yet been determined.

However, even with the excitement of elliptical trainers and packages from Amazon.com that were ordered well in advance of this past weekend… (and that were processed and could not be cancelled after things happened on Saturday). The order I am excited about, and rather ambivalent over at the moment, is a 9x13 tablet for my Macbook that I can use to draw in some ideas and things for some projects that I’ve been sitting on for a while.

I guess what this means is I am getting serious about other aspects of my site.

That is only if I don’t send it back and suck up the cost of shipping. One of the drawbacks of having Amazon Prime, I guess… I get to deal with return shipping costs that are higher than, err, say, normal.

Anyway, that’s been my day.

I did learn, through a rather bass-akward way, today, that I was turned down for all of the jobs (on campus) that I have applied to and been interviewed for. That’s not stopping me from applying to more and (hopefully) interviewing for more jobs in the future. However, with the changes over the past weekend I am afraid my looking for a new job gets slowed for a bit.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

Real Heroes Fly

January 22, 2008

Thing About Erin's Past Employers

You know, sometimes you hope for the best in people and then realize that "the best" just isn't there. Yes, I am talking about what happened to Erin over the weekend.

Before I get into that, I have been fired before - as a result, I empathize with Erin; on the flipside, I have had to fire before and have tried to figure out what her ex-employers were thinking.

What is important is how someone picks themselves up and moves forward. My comments are observations based on (nearly) a year of watching Erin deal with her ex-employers. I have never had positive feelings toward these men and will offer personal observations and relay some examples of why I dislike what these men.

You see, I have had to sit at the sidelines for months watching as Erin dealt with the problems and issues of her employment.

The men she worked for drove her, nearly, insane with guilt and shame at what she was doing. They claimed that what she did for them would directly translate into future work and future goals, and as a result, often very late at night, she would sit in my arms and cry about what had happened over the day or preceding few days. She was told if she "failed" at this job she would fail in the future. Talk about manipulation.

Having worked in industry for a lot of years, I know that you succeed and fail all of the time. A person who claims to have an MBA should know that current literature actually talks about how people rebound after a failure and often succeeds as a result; and that many Fortune 500 companies actually look for people who failed in business, the "why" to the failure, and what was learned so that those mistakes are not made at their companies. This is an aspect of the MBA and you didn't get one in the last ten to fifteen years without this theory coming out in class.

The office she worked in had a very manic attitude. If her office (environment) were a person it would literally be manic-depressive - and I am not convinced that her employer(s) are not manic-depressive. Her bosses often wanted her to show emotions that, as someone from New England, and Erin just being Erin, were not available to be shared. Emotions are personal and to understand that, and to realize that people should be allowed to be themselves, her employers were asking for something they had no right to ask for.

I consider myself lucky to understand, in her stoic way, when she is happy and sad, excited or depressed. I get to see more of the emotions, but that has been a long time coming. When we were dating and even through large portions of our engagement, I had to guess a lot of times what kind of emotion she was going through. Unfortunately, I am pretty blank and stoic as well.

One of the reasons Erin was fired was because she was not 100% about the success of her employers company(ies). Yeah. 100%. What does that mean? Really?

In my mind, 100% is an impossible number for anyone. You cannot give 100% to anything. Not the church, not your family, not your job, and not school. Anyone who tries, or tries to convince people that it is possible is lying. You have to prioritize and I agreed wholeheartedly with Erin's priorities. Family, church, school, and work. And you know what, when she got done at school it was family, church, and work. In that order.

You cannot be a father and family man in one life, and a businessman in another life. It is not possible. You are both a father and family man and a businessman all at the same time. Conversely, you can not be a wife and mother and an employee at different times or simply because you wear different hats. You get to divide your 100% (not possible to have more) into the areas of your life, church, family, work; and to expect a different standard of buy-in from an employee is hypocritical.

I consider these men hypocrites.

As an employee Erin has a work ethic that really makes me want to work harder just being around her. She is given assignments and does everything she can to get those assignments accomplished - even when she doesn't believe in them. As a wife and homemaker (on top of being a student and an employee) she does everything she can to make sure the house is comfortable and the environment is one she would want to be in. These are proper divisions of loyalty and proper divisions of her 100%.

I remember the day (not so long ago) Erin came home after having to speak to her employers about her lack of presence at the office. At the beginning of Fall semester she sat down and spoke to them about her schedule and when she'd be in the office. Conveniently, this conversation was not remembered (repeatedly) throughout the semester and at the end of 2007 when they wanted to speak to her about a full-time position with the company.

In return, going to work for Erin has been a trial. The work environment was very corrosive and poisonous. Her employer(s) wanted her to be there and available all of the time. He wanted her to do what he wanted even when she wasn't on the clock or being paid by him. I got the impression that he wanted her to be so sold into this company and his vision of entrepreneurship that everything else should be set aside and she should dedicate her life to the altar of business.

That is not Erin.

What she was hired to do was to edit a book so that two men writing it would have a better chance of getting it published. What she was (initially) hired to do was work as an admin, and when these same men decided there was more work in the book and in the admin position than Erin could handle alone, they hired an office manager-slash-admin.

Erin's job was to focus on the book. And, because I watched her and was a part of her deciding what was best for her and her employers (e.g. what she could offer) that is what she fretted about during the week, that is what she wanted to see happen. Erin's priority was the success of the book. Even when I would listen to aspects of chapters or ideas that were being bandied about, the things that were bring written... and even though I have a tendency to read business books for the sheer enjoyment and pleasure of it, and even though I knew without having to be in the industry that what was being shared did not fly in the face of any of the literature that was out there, Erin stood up for her bosses and looked for ways to defend what was being written. She was dedicated to the success of what her job entailed: She was dedicated to the book.

What was frustrating to watch was the continual need to remind her bosses (as a student) that her first priority was school and her second was work. At the beginning of the semester this was a conversation - and her bosses kept agreeing that her priorities needed to be in graduating and then the job. They were willing to take from Erin what she could offer.

And yet, a week or two would pass and she would come home crying about her day because she was not offering enough. What she had to offer wasn't enough for these men.

The real frustration, that I continually had, with her job was not so much the frustration of two men who would agree (verbally) to things and then backtrack, but that they insisted that the weight of writing needed to be on Erin and not on them. Instead of being an edtor they wanted Erin to write the book for them. When chapters turned out well, Erin was praised for making their writing work for them; when chapters turned out poorly, Erin was berated for failing to do her job.

My problem is that an editor does not rewrite. An editor looks at the work being done and tells people what needs to happen to fix it and then waits for the people to fix it. Her employer(s) didn't want an editor. They wanted someone who would come in and do the job for them. They wanted someone who would take their idea and ghost-write a book that they could publish under their names.

An even bigger frustration, though, is the talk of voice. Voice, for those who don't know, and her ex-employers don't know this is the way in which an author tells a story that is distinct to that author. Both of her employers are going to have aspects of voice, and yet neither of them are very good at what they do. They constantly had mistakes, spelling mistakes, re-used words that made no sense, used way too many words to describe something, and then expected that, magically, the work would be sufficient to attract an editor.

Erin had to rewrite. When things worked, it was because she rewrote the hell out of her employers; when it didn't, it was because her employers insisted on making changes they didn't know the first thing about. Their success in interesting potential agents and publishers is not a result of their voice or ability to write, but because Erin was able to do a very difficult job and make two different people with two radically different writing styles sound like they had the same voice and were telling the same story.

The outcome to her losing her job is that anything these men do, from this point forward, will be sub-par and will not impress the people they have made relationships with. Eventually, her ex-employers will have to go back into the writing community and find someone to replace Erin... and since I am a member of that community, and they pay crap-wages, the outcome will be that no one will come on for any length of time and put up with the *shit* they dole out.

One of the things that caught me off guard was a verbal agreement (well, email agreement) I with her main boss to do some web writing. Instead of using me, he went out and found a cut-rate writer who was willing to do the job at next-to-no-money. The outcome was that this writer plagiarized his work, stole from websites, was caught in the act, and then (if her ex-employers are actually intelligent individuals) let go and sued. However, as I understand the writing community, finding someone with the talent and skill necessary to coherently write content for websites and customers, and who is willing to do it at a cut-rate is next to impossible, I doubt that they actually let this guy go, that they sued him for his work, or that they found another writer to come in and fix the problems that do exist with his writing (e.g. re-write the material and give it to their clients because of the plagiarism).

Instead, when their publisher comes back to them (after the book proposal) and says, "This writing isn't as good as the original manuscript," her ex-employer(s) will go out looking for someone that will take the same crap wages as Erin, the same crap wage they were willing to pay a contract writer, and try to get them to come in and deal with the drama that is put out everyday.

The process of writing, even for someone who has done it for the majority of their adult life, is one that is complicated and cannot be disseminated down to a simple set of equations or processes. Erin and I took a class from a man who thought that you could teach people how to write a novel by creating a Poetics of Novel Writing (Screenplay writing) and then teach people how to break that down so far and so much that anyone can write a book (based off of a screenplay, actually). The outcome was that most of the class didn't get the idea of what it meant to write and they failed at the assignment. One reason people fail at writing is because they think, without practice and without dedicating large portions of their life to the process, they can just sit down and write something.

Writing doesn't work that way.

That is why actual acquisition of voice is essential to the writing process. That is why you have to struggle and write hundreds of thousands of words and fail repeatedly before you are going to have the voice necessary to actually write your book.

I have yet to read anything that either of the men she worked with that I, as a consumer, would be willing to purchase and want to read. They don't have the ability to sell me as a consumer, me as a reader, in their background or skills.

The thing that makes me the angriest in all of this is that they had to trump up reasons to fire Erin. One of the reasons that was used was her going home (to work) for an afternoon. The main employer sent his wife to talk to Erin. She, allegedly, spent an hour and a half waiting, canceled two appointments, and then called her husband to inform him of her experience. At no time was Erin informed that she had an appointment and, as a result, lost her job. This is not only dishonest on the part of her employer(s), but unethical to boot.

You see, I would come home at 11 o'clock at night and have Erin telling me that her boss insisted that she make an appointment to speak with him about his *damn* book. Only to have him cancel the appointment or answer the phone rather than speak to her; and then when Erin didn't take the entire time, get mad because Erin was wasting his time. This happened frequently. And then to have his wife, WHO IS NOT AN EMPLOYEE OF THE COMPANY, come to talk about the writing with Erin and not give her the courtesy of saying, "I am coming, so-and-so asked me to speak to you about the manuscript," is completely unprofessional, irresponsible, and unethical.

Moreover, the way Erin was treated has led me to believe that these men are not honest or ethical men. Sure, they know how to manipulate the law to side with them, they know that if they don't hire more than X employees certain laws don't apply to them; but at the same time, this does not a good employer or businessman or member of the LDS church make. Just because you know how to manipulate the law does not make you an honest person.

One of the largest frustrations over the past year that I've experienced is for these men to insist that Erin is better off owning her own home than to rent. And, in different economic circumstances I would agree with them. However, we are college students. We don't make a lot of money. And housing prices in Utah are insanely high. The cost of a house, if we were both employed and out of school, would still be too high (in Utah) for us to want to agree to enter the housing market. Moreover, and this was evident more than 18 months ago, the housing market is about to enter a very severe shift where house prices have to drop radically.

If Erin and I had the intent of staying in Utah beyond the undergrad (specifically my undergrad) than I could see the prospect of buying a house. Our landlord has told me that the best market for us, in the coming days, and I trust him on this, is houses that are about 2 years old in relatively new subdivisions. Granted, we are not in the market in Utah as we are both planning on moving elsewhere to live, graduate school, have a family, and etc., but to think that you buy and then rent as an option is not logical or viable.

I have watched friends and acquaintances fall into that pit and watch as they struggle to make sure that the rental is always okay, and that they actually have the money to do what they are trying to do. Owning, right now, is idiotic - for us.

And yet, her employer(s) also informed her that she should be a millionaire by the time she is 28 and if she is not she is a lazy individual.

I mean, what kind of people are we dealing with here? If Erin wanted to go and start a business I have no doubt that she couldn't accomplish that task, handily. And be successful. I am under no illusions about what my wife can and cannot do, and business is something she has a talent for, and something she has not desire to pursue. And you know what, I appreciate that as well.

Where Erin was hired, and employed, to edit a manuscript, she became a member of an office that was toxic and destructive to her self-esteem.

Where Erin could've had a great experience editing a manuscript, and by doing, determine whether or not it was something she actually wanted with her life, she was told (at one point) that if she failed these men, she would fail at publishing.

Where Erin could've gotten a good opinion of members of her own church who run businesses and are entrepreneurs, what she saw was the number one complaint of members of the LDS church dealing with other members of the LDS church. They are dishonest, deceitful, liars who are self-serving and will look out for themselves and step on the backs of those they can manipulate.

I wish Erin's experience with these men had been different. I wish that she would've had a good experience. I wish that when it was time for them to end their relationship with her they would've done so in a way that would've been beneficial to both parties. I wish that when they got to this point they would've been honest in their dealings.

However, I will never trust these men. I will never accept them as men of authority. I will never support them in their endeavors. And the best I can hope for, for them, is that they find whatever it is they think they are looking for; because, what they've shown this past weekend is that they a) don't know what they want; b) certainly don't know how to deal with people; and c) don't really know what they are trying to accomplish.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

Real Heroes Fly

January 21, 2008

Adventures on a Human Rights Day

Without any details, Erin and I went through a lot over the weekend. I am sure, as things calm down and we get a grasp on situations, there will be a lot to tell, more to share. However, at present, all I want to say (about most things) is that because our lives changed over the weekend we pulled back, avoided people (called our respective parents to let them in on the skinny), and proceeded to pull back, plan, and move forward.

With nothing actually said, today Erin had scheduled me a doctors appointment with an optometrist. I have agreed for months that I ought to see one if for no other reason than to renew the exact same prescription I’ve had since I was eight years old; but to tell Erin (or anyone else for that matter) that my eyesight hasn’t change because of the nature of the condition and not because of age or degeneration. I would imagine, as I grow older, and the cornea gets harder that I will need glasses more and more as I will be able to focus less and less; but the fact of the matter is:

I have astigmatism and my eyes are shaped weird.

The doctor confirmed this today. Said if I was 16 and trying to get a drivers license for the first time I wouldn’t have to worry about having glasses for driving; which doesn’t mean as a 34 year old I don’t, but at 34 I don’t drive the same way 16 year olds drive and I was able to see lists of letters and numbers that Erin, sitting right next to the board (minus glasses) couldn’t make out.

Erin’s reason (and coworkers and most people for that matter) for me to go to the doctor is I get tired and then I start squinting at everything. The doctor said this was probably eye strain. One of the reasons for eye strain is stress and after a long day of school, reading, and work my eyes are pretty stressed. On top of that (add to the number of problems) my tear ducts don’t produce enough tears. Apparently, most people produce 18 something-or-others, in Utah (because it is the second driest state in the Union) that production is a little less, and four me… 3 and 7 something-or-others depending on which eye we are talking about.

Answers a lot of questions.

The way they test tear production is to stick small pieces of paper in the eyes and have you keep them closed for 5 minutes. They numb the eyes first, and then stick these slips in, and then walk away. I could feel the pieces of paper on the eyes, which, apparently, the autonomous system in the body will recognize and produce more tears. The key, here, is to NOT feet the slips of paper; and then to have your eyes produce tears normally. I could feel and I still didn’t produce enough tears.

According to the doctor, this is a bad thing as part of the focus mechanism of the eye is through the moisture in the eye. The less one blinks, the more one stares at a computer screen or book, the fewer tears are produced and vision changes.

These are not good things. In fact, it affects how well (throughout any given night) I see what is right before me. Have an extremely stressful night/weekend/etc. and I will see very different than if I were very calm and collected.

On top of that, he asked questions like: How much water do you drink in a day? How much sleep do you get at night?

Answers: I drink four to six liters of water a day; and I get about 10 hours of sleep a night.

Guess what? That’s not a part of the problem.

On top of which, large caffeine intake can affect eyesight. Who knew? It affects the production of tears and, in turn, causes other issues with the eyes. Since I am not a large consumer of caffeine, that is not a problem either.

The outcome, I could use glasses for “quality of life” but I don’t need them. He wrote a prescription for the astigmatism and then sent us to check out glasses in the store shop. They were not really within the price range of a couple looking for glasses for a husband who might, or might not, wear them and se we went to the mall.

At the mall (we saw this Saturday night, actually) we noticed they were filming a movie. Apparently, the movie is called American Mall where the action was taking place in a guitar store. On Saturday night there were signs all over the place declaring:

This is not an actual store.

And…

Movie set.

We watched as some kids walked back and forth out of the Standard Optical we were shopping in, Erin and I, and watched as they stopped foot traffic, called the extras to be ready, and then yelled “Action!” as we shopped for a pair of glasses for me. Eventually, we decided on a pair, paid for them, and now get to wait a week for something that I should be using and wonder (inside) whether or not I will as often as I should.

Again, reading glasses people.

Erin did point out something important (in there). That was that the only real outcome in my life is going to be nose in books as my goals (and desire) is to write, as well as staring at computer screens and continuing with advanced degree stuff when I am done with the undergrad. So, as I need to be able to comfortably read what is placed in front of me; I also need to be comfortable with what I am doing.

To couple that with an existing problem: we learned this weekend (well, I was reminded and don’t know how I forgot this) that it takes at least three years once you’ve started controlling Celiac Disease for your body to properly and adequately absorb nutrients. I started controlling Celiac Disease about two years ago which means I have another year before the celia in the small intestine grows back sufficiently (and works sufficiently) to allow me to function at levels before the onset of Celiac Disease. That was an interesting thing to learn/relearn, that even though I am eating right and doing what I am supposed to be doing, my body is still healing and it takes years to do that.

The real outcome is that being married has a tendency to show you what it is you need to fix so that you don’t continue to get worse or wonder why you’ve made changes in your life and nothing is actually changing. The process is slow. The outcome is long-lasting.

In this case, my eyesight is important. It is one way of doing some of the things I need to do. Sitting in the optometrists office with my eyes closed (I am light sensitive when they are not dilated, and they hurt when they were dilated, and they still kind of hurt now) I had to trust that Erin was watching out for me, listened for her movement and realized I had no clue, half the time, what she was doing. Apparently, having the little slips of paper sticking out of my eyes was a bit disturbing to Erin… but it happens.

The doctor, at one point, did say, “I don’t want to get between you and your wife, but…” and then proceeded to describe some things. Which was actually pretty cool.

Anyway, that is the excitement of the day. Wish I could share more, but more will have to wait until Erin and I are ready to discuss our weekend, past. Actually, Erin will have to start the discussion on her site and I will pick up the noise at that point.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

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January 18, 2008

Public Enough

Well, I guess this has moved to the realm of public enough that I can come out with what I am doing. I am interviewing for jobs around campus at BYU. The reason: I need more time to actually spend with my wife (the Spanish speaker among the two of us) so that she can help me learn enough level-1 comprehension of espanol to (maybe) pass the class.

The result, the job I am currently working may be on the way out. This is sad. Especially given that I got Jordan a job here and enjoy hanging with the boy; however, in my best interests and needing to ensure that I have the time to (not only) study Spanish but to spend time on my other classes, I am actively and anxiously seeking a new job where I can spend my days on campus.

So far, the contenders have been general computer/software support for the School of Religion; Flash Programming for the Institute of Teaching-something-or-other; and the Bachelors of General Education department. I just checked and see that another of the jobs I applied for (one I wanted to be interviewed for) sent me a message to come by and speak to the man-in-charge. So, possibilities, people… possibilities.

(Note: the job I just found out about is running milling and machining equipment.)

Anyway, that’s what I’ve been beating-around-the-bush about for a few days. Things needed to change, Jordan is doing gangbuster, Erin is working full-time, and I need to make a change in my life that will allow me to do the other things I need to do. So, I am sure you all is excited that you had to wait for me to “go public” with the information.

As for school, I woke up at the crack of dawn this morning (Erin tells me I was awake and out of the house about 30 minutes before her – which does not negate my assertion that it was very early for me) to be at a training for my English Language class. Essentially, the professor (of the class) wanted to show us what his expectations were for the specific assignment I’d taken/been assigned (English Grammar) and let loose that the entire class would have to be familiar with the subject matter before the end of the semester and before we are due with our presentation on the passages of Bible scripture (about 8 or 10 different translations).

When I got home I needed sleep (late nights and early mornings make John a grumpy boy). I expected to wake up an hour to an hour-and-a-half later only to realize I was not waking up. Erin called several times waking me up, but that was a no-go. I was out and out and out and out.

In short, I missed both classes today. Feel bad about Spanish, don’t feel much of anything for English Language as the professor (announced this morning) was to be out of town and his TA was teaching the class.

At 1 p.m. I got up, showered, shaved, and dressed for an interview.

The interview went well. Not sure what I was expecting, but when I walked into the office I was shuttled into a little room (the directors office) faster than… well, fast and then had a bunch of questions asked of me where it was determined that I was interviewed because, “You have a broad work background.”

Not sure what I feel about that. Yes, I have a lot of experience and don’t mind sharing it; but at the same time, not sure that I want the breadth of my work experience to be the reason someone decides to call me in.

Call me in because I am a non-traditional student balancing a thousand things while trying to get a degree.

Or because I can relate to the people on the other side of the phone.

Or because my customer service experience makes me a wicked-good candidate.

Or because I have office and data experience that most kids in college have no clue how to touch.

Or because I am really an attractive person and you are just looking for eye-candy (the reason Erin married me, by the by).

But my broad experience should detract from the notion of hiring me. Seriously.

Anyway, when all was said and done, I was asked for my OST scores. Now, you should rightfully be asking what OST is. Well, it stands for Office Skills Test.

According to the OST I took this afternoon (took me *shudder* about 45 minutes to take) this is a test that eliminates some candidates who claim they can do specific tasks and who are not actually capable of the tasks. What I learned today is that (on this test) I type 64 words per minute (was going slow due to the lack of auto-correct not functioning in the test as it does in Microsoft Word), my data entry is something like 9947 kpm (which means absolutely nothing to me), and my filing skills (alpha and numberic) are both 19/20. I missed two and I think if the first of those two were properly reviewed we would see that I did not miss it. However, the second one made no sense to me… you had to combine ST. and Andrews so it was STAndrews… the directions clearly stated remove the period (full stop for my readers from the UK) and I did. However, there was a need, desire, whatever for making a conjunction here. Go figure.

When I got home (after spending far too much time at something I am not certain how I feel about it) Erin was cleaning the bathroom… I kicked her out… and then she told me she was going to dinner with one of her friends. I think that’s a great thing – Erin hanging with her friends. So… you know, pretty interesting day.

Work (current day job) is going okay. The phones, which have been hellishly bad for weeks now, decided to be somewhat calm this evening, which is a good thing. Means I can do what I like to do which is work tickets. Too bad this place won’t let me just work tickets. We might have a different relationship.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

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January 17, 2008

Thursday – or the day things really got going

I got up this morning as Erin was leaving the house. Okay, I was actually awake and moved into the front room BEFORE Erin left the house, and then stayed awake after she left because I knew that I needed to shower/shave and head to campus a couple of hours early.

Why?

Still not sharing that information.

However, I did need to be on campus before 11 a.m. so I could take a Spanish test. That was interesting. The teacher said, when asked what we should prepare for, “Prepare for everything,” which was completely not helpful. The outcome, I prepared, but didn’t prepare well enough.

On the flipside, taking this test (which I am not sure whether or not I failed or passed???) I now know what it is I am preparing for when it comes to taking these tests. Viva la test.

In better news, I don’t have classes on Monday. Something about Martin Luther King and Civil Rights day (depending on where you are at in the country). Not sure I care about the reason for cancelling classes, though I do like the fact that they are cancelled.

Now toward the negative, I get to get up at the crack of dawn, tomorrow, and go to campus to meet with a group of people I, so far, don’t really like. We are being “trained” on how to research and study for a presentation we are giving (individually) as a part of a different group (at least one member of which I know I don’t like). The outcome, as my mother so lovingly puts it, is, “Late nights make for sorrowful days.”

The real kick in the pants is that I don’t know whether or not I have time (after the “training”) to come home and grab some zzz’s before I have to be back on campus for my classes. On top of that, I do know that after classes I have a thing I have to go to, and then work, and then… who knows what comes after that?

At least I don’t have school on Monday.

The Spanish teacher said something I thought was interesting. He references To Kill a Mockingbird and in doing so explained how Scout (protagonist and narrator) learned how to read. Essentially, at first all she could see was the black line of words. None of them made sense. And then, one day, she saw that there were individual words and each word had an individual sound.

What does this have to do with Spanish?

That is a question… not necessarily a good question, but a question that I will deign to answer.

If you memorize as many words and phrases as you can in Spanish, sooner or later those words and phrases (more phrases here, people) will become individual words and you will develop the ability to coherently put words together into phrases outside of the memorized ones. You will become Scout and will learn to read.

I am struggling to not kill something. So… you know… it all works out.

Speaking of killing things; I was out shoveling the driveway the other week and took a momentary break to watch a hawk circle the area. Hawks, as everyone knows, are non-migratory birds and this one (I am sure) was looking for a stupid rodent to leave its den and race across a field so it could swoop down and kill the beastie.

While I watched, it did not see any prey and as a result screeched (which is designed to frighten prey and make them run) and then flew off over a hill.

Later that day, as I came back outside (in preparation for school or work or something) I looked into our neighbor’s backyard and saw this same hawk (very distinct). And in its talons it had a small bird. When the hawk saw me, it flew up and over a fence, out of sight, to consume its kill.

At the exact same time, it was both a beautiful and disturbing sight.

I won’t elaborate.

Anyway, that’s about all I am sharing today.

John Hattaway | smokingpen | Alicia Grey | Clockwork Princess | Cassandra West

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January 16, 2008

WGA, DGA, AMPTP, and Away We Go

There is very little in scripted television that is new these days. If you don’t follow the news (and even if you do) you may not be aware that the WGA is on strike. WGA stands for Writers Guild of America. To be more specific the WGA-w and the WGA-e are on strike. The “e” and “w” stand for East and West.

Why is this important?

It’s not, really. Other than all movies and television in the United States are written by WGA members. If you write for a scripted television show (think sitcom or drama, think actors) than by default you become a member of the WGA. You don’t have a choice. Moreover, if you decide to go into acting you become a member of the SAG, directing makes you a member of the DGA, and etc. There are a lot of acronyms.

All of these acronyms amount to a hill of beans when considering where your entertainment comes from. Basically, Hollywood and all of television are being chained down by the WGA. The reason for this:

The WGA wants control over all writers to include reality TV writers and animation writers.

This is not something that the AMPTP wants to give them. Yeah, sure, it’s about workers and who they don’t report to. Yes, you heard me correctly. This is about writers and who they do not report to.

Basically, what the writer’s (tens of thousands of them) voted for was to get better arrangements when it comes to new media. New Media is being described as advances in DVD technology, internet, and other distribution mediums.

What I believe the majority of writers are not fighting for is bringing under the WGA umbrella reality TV or animation. You see, this is a petty fight. What has happened over the past few years is that the current president of the WGA has been aggressively trying to get these writers under the WGA umbrella. He staged a walkout for some of these writers on one show only to lose membership, rather than to gain it. Those writers were fired and nothing was gained as a result.

Instead of trying to sell these writers on the benefits of joining a union, which, during any strike, seem fewer and fewer, all the WGA has done is prove that production and craft are less important than standing for something that doesn’t matter. When you hold in your hands tens of thousands of lives, even more on production crews, add in the actors: extra’s, featured extras, supporting actors, and lead actors you start to affect a lot of people.

There are more people in Hollywood, or deal with television and movies, than just the WGA. When this organization threatened to strike, and it was more than a threat because they are currently striking, they affected all of Hollywood.

What is not interesting or nice, to me, is to watch the SAG support the WGA. Granted, the SAG wants the WGA to be successful in some areas. I don’t have to stand on a picket line or speak to actors to know that new media is an important and hot topic for most people in Hollywood. This is how people can retire from writing, acting, directing, producing, whatever and continue to live off of the work they did while they acted, produced, wrote, whatever’d. The issue that the SAG and the DGA and other guilds are fighting for, and ultimately being forced to either side with the AMPTP or the WGA about is new media.

No one outside of the WGA cares one wit about reality writers or animation writers. That is greed. And it is specifically greed brought on by the leadership of the WGA-w.

However, consider that the WGA is correct in the assertion that all writers, regardless of medium, belong under the umbrella of the WGA. What does that mean?

The WGA (as a union organization) is in place to guarantee working conditions and minimum standards for writers. What this means is that if you work for a television program you can expect to receive, for one script, approximately $30,000*. You can expect that you will only be asked to work on two (2) scripts per year. And you will expect that any shows based off of your work will be credited to you and you will receive residual payments for that show being rebroadcast.

In essence, what the WGA does is guarantee that people who fall under the WGA umbrella are guaranteed certain rights according to their contract.

What the negotiations are currently trying to do is to increase the writer’s minimums. Why this is important to the rest of Hollywood and why high profile stars are coming out of the woodwork to support this (mostly because it’s a cause, stars like causes, and they can afford not to work) is because the SAG negotiations take place this summer, the DGA negotiations are going to start this month, and other guilds (unions) negotiations with the AMPTP will take place this year.

The first guild (union) to come up with an agreement with the AMPTP will set the standard for all other unions. What the other unions want is for the new media to give them as much of a percentage as possible.

However, what the WGA is doing is trying to leverage the desire for better minimum basics with new media against the desire to bring on these other writers.

In this case, this tactic will backfire on the WGA. Especially as the