I've had this post title floating around in my head for the past month or so that I've been cooking up little samples of delicious treats and snacks for the past month and a half. It isn't the most mentally stimulating job I've ever had, but it pays well enough for just standing there shelling out the goods. Yesterday I grilled tri-tip and came home smelling like a giant steak. Today was this ramen-esque shrimp soup. Not so good.
We don't technically work for Costco, but for an independent company called Warehouse Demo Services. I feel a little awkward when Costco employees are all busy around me getting their work done. We don't ever talk and I know very few of them by name. Its odd to me that we can be around each other all of the time and not take the time to know each other at all. We co-habitate but never mix.
I do observe though. There are two employees (that I know of) who are deaf. I can't imagine life without sound and finding work is one of the last things I would think about having to tackle with a disability like that! I think it's fantastic that the warehouse is somewhere that is open to all people for employment. Good job Costco. You make me proud to work for your sub company.
Seeing coworkers talk in sign language is pretty cool. All languages are cool really. I'm intrigued by the way we get what's going on inside our heads into the minds of who we are communicating with. Face to face is obviously my favorite form, but I'm a phone talker too. Texting is a little light in my day because it's a fast way to tell someone, "I'm thinking about you and I want you to know that".
I hope that in my few weeks left of work at Costco I can pick up a little bit of sign language to be more outgoing in a new social sphere. I want into that secret silent world.
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Wednesday, March 30
Saturday, May 29
Say What You Need To Say
I wonder if John Mayer was being ironic when he wrote "Say What You Need To Say". Did you know that aside from all of the other times he says that line in the song, there is one part where it repeats 24 times? 24. Really. I think we heard you John. We get it. You can stop now. Yes, I'll try to remember that. Thank you. Next track please.
I've had some interesting conversations in the past few days with minimum dialogue. Example number one took place at work.
Me: Hello
Woman: Batting?
M: Back Wall
W: Thanks
M: You're welcome.
End of conversation. And our messages were totally conveyed. Example number two happened at the dinner table last night.
Brandon: Points at a burned out light bulb above the table
Breanne: Light
Robbie: Gone
Me: Dead
So sure, human vocabulary has advanced significantly over the course of history, but sometimes it is just the basic honest moments of speech that make the most sense. After the light bulb incident we all burst into laughter at the simplicity of Brandon's discovery. But what we enjoyed most is that we were each able to describe our immediate reaction to the situation without over analyzing and exaggerating.
Why can't we just literally say what we mean. My mother raised me to not avoid the truth. If you have a problem with something, face it head on and deal with the situation. Now obviously this isn't the easiest way out of anything. And feelings can and most likely will get hurt. People can and will be offended. I appreciate it when people tell me what they mean because I'm actually less likely to be offended. Which do you value more in a friend? Someone who will be open and tell you what they are feeling and thinking, or that person that always glosses things over. Me, I'll take the open one. I can't stand plastic fake people. The other night Myra and I were roaming around Kohl's looking for the perfect socks and a tacky last minute birthday present. I held out a, what was it, a bag or a shoe or something and the look on her face just said, ugh no! And so did her mouth. We agreed at that moment that honestly can really be hilarious and more people should give it a shot.
John Mayer, please stop dating lame models and celebrities. I think that they are brainwashing you. Instead please sing to me that "It's the kind of thing you only see in scented, glossy magazines.And I can't remember life before her name."
I've had some interesting conversations in the past few days with minimum dialogue. Example number one took place at work.
Me: Hello
Woman: Batting?
M: Back Wall
W: Thanks
M: You're welcome.
End of conversation. And our messages were totally conveyed. Example number two happened at the dinner table last night.
Brandon: Points at a burned out light bulb above the table
Breanne: Light
Robbie: Gone
Me: Dead
So sure, human vocabulary has advanced significantly over the course of history, but sometimes it is just the basic honest moments of speech that make the most sense. After the light bulb incident we all burst into laughter at the simplicity of Brandon's discovery. But what we enjoyed most is that we were each able to describe our immediate reaction to the situation without over analyzing and exaggerating.
Why can't we just literally say what we mean. My mother raised me to not avoid the truth. If you have a problem with something, face it head on and deal with the situation. Now obviously this isn't the easiest way out of anything. And feelings can and most likely will get hurt. People can and will be offended. I appreciate it when people tell me what they mean because I'm actually less likely to be offended. Which do you value more in a friend? Someone who will be open and tell you what they are feeling and thinking, or that person that always glosses things over. Me, I'll take the open one. I can't stand plastic fake people. The other night Myra and I were roaming around Kohl's looking for the perfect socks and a tacky last minute birthday present. I held out a, what was it, a bag or a shoe or something and the look on her face just said, ugh no! And so did her mouth. We agreed at that moment that honestly can really be hilarious and more people should give it a shot.
John Mayer, please stop dating lame models and celebrities. I think that they are brainwashing you. Instead please sing to me that "It's the kind of thing you only see in scented, glossy magazines.And I can't remember life before her name."
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