Monday, March 15, 2010

March 15th 2010 - Um...Ah....and Obviously

American Idol, Biggest Loser, Minute to Win it, The Bachelor and the list goes on.  What do all these reality shows have in common besides having low production costs and being mind-numbing entertainment for the American viewing public?

The fun we have watching reality TV

These shows on a weekly basis allow us as Americans to sit, observe and critique in order to make ourselves feel better and overlook/not confront our own downfalls/personal quirks.  And critique we do.

Your honor - I am guilty!

While guzzling down a large McDonald's Shamrock Shake while watching this week's Biggest Loser - I stopped and thought about why I was talking...I mean shouting at my television and making commentary about these people. "What? She only lost four pounds...kick her off."  OK, I get a little too much into my BL.

For anybody who would be looking in our windows (which would be creepy) - my wife and I most likely look and sound like two 14 year-old teenage girls critiquing the characters of Twilight while watching our reality television. Is this right for us to do? Is this right for anybody to do?

Just some of our weekly critiques and comments include:
  • I don't like the funny mouth quirk she has when she sings? 
  • Why would she pick that song?
  • How many times can she say like?
  • Would he just cut the mullet? 
  • Wow - he sweats to much.
  • Why does he cry so much?
The reason I stopped myself was because not 5 hours earlier, my career coach conducted an evaluation on me to learn what my quirks / non-verbals may be.  The reason he did this?  I asked for his help to recondition / undo some of my learned communication behaviors to help me better communicate on phone interviews and during in-person interviews.

What I learned from him was astonishing.  Some of it - I already knew.  But some other things I didn't.

As much as we all don't want to hear it or believe it, perception is everything.  Although we all may not want to accept that we all have our downfalls that may turn off others - we really need to.  If you turn off and don't listen to what others can see and observe about you - you will not grow.  You will just continue spinning your wheels with where you want to get to in life.

My job search so far: Where I thought I was preparing correctly  - I have been over-preparing.  Where I thought I was being passionate - I was coming off as intimidating and unapproachable.  Where I thought I was following the lead of the interviewer - I was dictating the interview.  And finally,  where I thought I was communicating in a concise, eloquent manner - I was bumbling , stumbling and talking too much.  My quirks: saying um, ah and obviously.


Great - now everyone is going to be on the look-out when I speak on the phone or meet with them.  That's OK because I want to correct these learned behaviors. 

Now, I could have went down what I call the "American Idol - don't you tell me I can't sing Simon" road after my coach told me what he noticed but what good would that have really done?

Humility is a large part of life. We all need to be told the truth in order to grow.  I think a large part of America has lost their ability to be humble. Aspiring Idols - you know who you are.

When the Simon's of the world tell you that you are no good - take it, learn from it and take action.  I learned very early that I was never meant to play baseball or basketball.  It hurt to hear it from coaches and family but it helped me in the long run.  Sometimes you need to be told the truth even for as much as you don't want to hear it or believe it.  Me being told I wasn't meant to play basketball or baseball led me to find other things I could succeed in.  Thank you mom for not lying to me like the crazy Idol mom's that tell those that can't sing that they can.

My mother once said - some people were meant to play baseball and basketball and others were meant to play piano and be on the football field.  I quickly took her advice. 

This week - I'm not going to care how many times the girls on Idol say the word like because I know I have my own work to do on saying um, ah and obviously less.

I will leave the critiquing of my reality shows to Joel on the soup.


If I can give any advice from what I learned this last week - Get a third party to tell you the truth.  My "Bless This" for the week goes out to career transition professionals out there helping those on their search to re-evaluate and re-work their job search approach/methods.  

Some excellent career transition companies/services can start with the great site www.business.com




Saturday, March 6, 2010

Saturday March 6th, 2010 - Poker

During my search I have learned many things. One thing in particular is that weekends now seem just as ordinary and/or exciting as a typical work week (Monday - Friday).  I am often asked what are you doing this weekend Patrick? 

My response 99% of the time:
Hmmmm.....I don't really know......let me check with the wife is my first answer.
My second answer - let me check with the wife. 

But this weekend is a bit different. 

As indicated in the title of my blog - I am trying to "make the most" out of every one of my days. 

Today, I am on my own. I am having what I call a Viking Day.  It's that special day when you as a man are left alone by your significant other to fend for yourself. It's a day for us to use that cunning instinct of survival that we all have to get us through the day on our own.  


My wife has gone outlet mall shopping in the greater Chicago / Aurora area with her mother, her sister and her sister-in-law. I can only imagine the fun that car trip was this morning. The best thing - she called asking me what size Chicago Bears Crocks I needed. Again, I do not know how I survive without her.  I am sincere when I say this.  Only a special woman would care to think to pick up the phone knowing my man would adore these ridiculous, what an eight-year old should be wearing, orange and blue plastic shoes. She's right.  I can't wait till she gets home with them. I am wearing them EVERYWHERE.  They will become a part of my Walmart ritualistic weekend wardrobe.



So today - it came to me....man have I always wanted three tattoos or maybe just one. What better time than when the wife is away to make it happen?  I know right?

After a nice cinnamon dulce latte with my wife at 6:30 at the drop-off/meeting point for her to meet the other girls to get on the road - I was off on my "Viking Day."  Ahhhh......the freedom....the autonomy of it all.  After a brisk workout at my YMCA, I made my way to have my hair (as the ladies would say) did.  Andrew was my barber at the local Super Cuts today and the man can do a nice fade - if I do say so myself.

Only one more place to visit. So off to the tattoo shop I went.  Atomic Tattoo.  It was my first time in a tattoo parlor.  Correction.  Second time.  The first time was when one of my best friends allowed me to pick out his tat.  Allowing me to pick his tat while I was all hopped up on pain killers after a bone marrow probably wasn't the smartest move on his behalf. None-the-less he headed into the air force to boot-camp the next week with Scooby Doo on his right bicep.
So I'm not exactly Harley Davidson nor the Marlboro Man when walking into Atomic Tattoo.  Unemployed - I have learned many things and that is to have my list of questions ready. For today was the day  I met Poker.  Poker is a tatoo artist. And a damn fine one I must say.
I felt as if I had entered Miami Ink the television show. Poker and all his tat'd sleeves walked me through the process.  Kind of like when you walk into Lowes not knowing what the tool is exactly named but knowing what it looks like and the Lowes guy can read your mind. Poker kindly laid out pricing and what he could do in designing what I needed.  He also educated me on the care that would be needed once the ink was on.  Remember that whole "surviving" because of my wife thing.  Well...Poker let me know that someone would need to bandage and clean between my shoulder blades for at least two weeks. If anybody knows me...I really can't reach the middle of my back.  None-the-less.  Call it mid-life crisis, call it childish, call it even reaching....I have always wanted and known that I was going to be getting one to three tattoos in my lifetime.

What better time than now? Did I get the tat's today?  No. But I will within the next few weeks.  A guarantee.  Hell, one of them is going to have serious meaning to my wife...there is no way she can say no.  And I really need her help to reach the middle of my back.

As for Poker....I will see you soon my friend.  Although a weekend Saturday....it still feels like another weekday. Just another day of being unemployed, but another day in which I took the first step in doing something I've always wanted to do. A smart step? Maybe not.  But definitely a meaningful one.

I give a big "Bless This" to Poker and all the guys down at Atomic Tattoo.