Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Like A Boss

“Remember when people used to say "boss" when they were describing something really cool? Like, "those shoulder pads are really boss man." "Look at that perm, that perm is so boss!" It's what made me want to become a boss. And I looked so good in a perm and shoulder pads. But now, boss is just slang, for “jerk in charge”
- Michael Scott, founder Michael Scott Paper Company
I recently spent some time looking for something for a newly-married co-worker in the greeting cards aisle of a local drugstore, when I noticed two things. First, whether it was birthday, graduation, “Thank you”, “Congratulations!”, or “Get well”, it seemed as if every category of card, except for wedding, came with both a serious and humorous version. I could only surmise that this is because, today, the idea of two people believing they will be together forever is comical enough in its own right that a funny card acknowledging the notion would simply be comedic overkill.
 

The second thing I noticed was a section devoted to cards being sold for an officially designated day of the year on which you recognize the one person whom you dread seeing in the morning, about whom you spend the entire day complaining to co-workers, and to whom you pay little or no attention once your workday has ended. And, no, I am not referring to your wedding anniversary. Rather, this specially marked day circled on the calendars hanging in every employee break room in the country is, of course, National Boss’s Day.


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

I'll show you the life of the mind

“I would never want to belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member.”
- Woody Allen, Annie Hall (1977)

By the time I became a part of the social media community in 2010, it had already become the monster that it is today. No longer was it some trendy, new fad used by college students wanting to keep in touch with high school friends, or by garage bands looking for an audience for their lyrical cries of teenage angst. It had become the lifeblood of society. Instead of the sun, the world now revolved around friend requests, status updates, and direct messaging. And, with the click of a mouse, you could “poke” someone from hundreds of miles away thus circumventing any pesky restraining orders you might have against you. Even my mother - who grew up during a time in which the world was introduced to color television, the microwave oven, Barbie, and the Polio vaccine - was already a social networker.