Different Strokes

I love a good personal story. Reading or listening about someone’s life or an adventure that someone has taken can be enrapturing to me. Now I could tell you a story with just facts, lay out each detail in a row and let it just stand there on its own. It would be a story of pure substance and give you all the direct information you need to understand where I am coming from.

Or.

I could take you on a mind journey, using words that flutter along like butterflies, turning phrases like leaves in an autumn breeze. Protruding a story from every intonation of my voice, mannerisms in my movements, or even the glint in my eye that shows a diamond like twinkle.

That, that is the story I want to read.

Or in this case listen. I enjoyed this short little video that popped up randomly on my Facebook. It was shared by Jamie and Adam from Mythbusters, on their public figure page. Again just a simple short story, beautifully told, and it captivated me.

I invite you to listen as well dear reader. I hope you enjoy.

http://sploid.gizmodo.com/making-pasta-by-hand-is-a-mesmerizingly-beautiful-proce-1685555849/+caseychan

Rough Weekend

So work was killer this last week. I have so much going on, it is not even funny. Let me list this out for you.

1.My RD (regional director, My boss’ boss) left the company. This was a man who I respected and who gave me a lot of encouragement. He had been with the company for over 26 years and had come up through the ranks and took care of us. There is much fallout to be had over his leaving and, not only a new person, but a Vice President of the company now is over us.

I am worried.

2. One of my employees broke down crying on Saturday. People just don’t realize that we are humans in retail.  She had a customer in our store doing a difficult transaction for 2 hours only to be followed up with the general mad rush of a weekend day, and then topped it off with a customer who, I believe, is crazy.

This final gentleman had a son who traded in some items to put toward some other items. He told my employee that his son did not received all the items he had purchased and that we needed him to give him his sons items. He also said we need to give him $40 in exchange for the items that he had brought in, along with the credit those items were given for the purchase he made. He also did not have a receipt or know what day his son did this but we had better take care of him.

My employee made it to the back room before breaking down on the phone crying with me, asking me to come back to the store to help her take care of the customer. My assistant manager was stuck on the highway, due to the highway being shut down, so no one else could help her.

I come in and talk to her and calm her down. She tells me whats going on and I approach the customer. The customer tells me a new story that involves his son buying a item, us not giving his son his item, and us telling his son we would hold his item for over 2 weeks until his other item that he had a special order for came in and we would give him both.

And we owed him $40 for the credit on the items his son traded in.

And no, he did not know the date or have a receipt.

And we better take care of him.

After a long process of looking through days of receipts, I find his son’s original transaction, and show him that: We gave him the proper credit for his items, his son placed his order and paid it off, we gave him all the games he purchased, and that we did not have any items for his son. The gentleman looked at me, smiled, and said that is exactly what he wanted to hear, turned and walked out without me saying another word.

I still do not know what crack he was on.

3. We ran a contest at work to promote growth in an area of business. Simple right? Hit this certain dollar goal, and all the managers in the store get a bonus.

AWESOME, right?

So, me and my team attack this with a vengeance. It is difficult because the contest runs through the holidays. We enter January just a little behind goal. We have to the end of the month to hit it. The dollar goal is $98,467 for what we are tracking. We enter the final week and I get an email about how much we are short.

$847

We got this.

We bust our butts and go all out to hit this goal. End of the week comes.

$3,259

About four times what we needed. We celebrate and cheer and wait for the money.

That never comes.

Two weeks later, we get an email saying we did a great job but that we fell short of our goal. Confused I ask my boss about it (who was also keeping track of everything) and we looked into it together. Turns out the goal they gave us was the wrong goal and that, while we did amazing for having one of the highest overall goals in the area, we fell short $347. The final week goal of $847 was an approximate amount and not an accurate number.

$347 out of $98,467

My team was crushed. I was crushed.

I went out and took $60 bucks and bought a $20 dollar gift card for each of my managers from my own personal money as a thank you. Still, it was hard looking back and kinda feeling like we got the rug pulled out from beneath us.

Rough week for me overall. Time to hug a pony.

All my little ponies.

Ah, I love it when people come to know a fandom. It feels good to see someone who has never recognized people who like a show/movie/game and saw, “while I don’t like this ‘thing’, seeing you enjoy it makes me happy” This has now happened with ponies.

http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/news/a36628/i-went-to-a-brony-con-on-valentines-day-and-fell-in-love/

This is so fantastic, I want to burst. She is so lovable and open-minded that I almost don’t believe her. I want to hug her, give her a pony, and say come back anytime. Seeing the people comment back is amazing as well. I would love to see more posts such as these.

, If you read this, know that I appreciate everything you wrote about. You have my utmost respect.

HUG A PONY LANE!!!

My little Super Bowl.

Despite having a pretty crappy week, I want to focus real quick on something positive. At least, I think its positive.

The Ponies made it to the Super Bowl!

In case you missed it, the main characters in My Little Pony (called the “Mane Six[Get It?]) were shown in an NFL commercial during the Super Bowl!

Like Prime time guys.

PRIME TIME!!!

In case you missed it, Ill post a link here, jump to mark 0:34 to see the blip!

And, as per our M.O. we took to the interwebs and we lost our minds! Over on Reddit, we had a blast posting our pride!

http://www.reddit.com/r/mylittlepony/comments/2ugyaq/please_tell_me_you_just_saw_that_nfl_super_bowl/?limit=500

One gentlecolt by the name of ColdSyrup said it best.

“We have invaded the national audience, nice work gentlemen our mission is accomplished.”

Brohoof my fellow bronies. We are national. We are the herd.

Hug a pony my friends.

Stories

I love stories. I have been an avid reader from the age of 6. I can read a 800 page book I have never read before in a 4-6 hour sitting.

I READ.

Stories are captivating. They are a warm summer blanket to me. I get engrossed in the characters of a good book.

Sam and Frodo are my friends.

I hang out with Han and Luke.

My heart broke with Katniss and her sister.

Stories play across my mind like a movie only better. I can hear the people talking. I can smell the burning of a camp fire. I can feel the breeze brushing my cheek. I have a tendency to get too wrapped up in a story. More than once have I been reading and got “in too deep”

One time I was working the graveyard shift at a factory. Work was done, and I was waiting on the next truck to pull up. I sat down to read a novelized version of a Wolverine comic. About 40 minutes later, I was rudely interrupted by a coworker who almost pushed me out of my chair.  I turned and glared at him about to shout out obscenities with a vengeance. He looked at me and told me that he had been trying to get my attention for the past 5 minutes. He said my name several times and even shouted it. I looked around and saw my other coworkers looking at me with a kind of awe. It was explained to me that they had said my name several times repeatedly and that they finally had to push me to get me to snap out of my book.

I guess I get too much into my reading.

It has its drawbacks, this reading too deep and fast. I tear through books so fast, I run out of books to read. I also tend to reread the books I have read a few hundred times ( I wish I was exaggerating more than I am but it is true). Also, I tend to let my emotions take me for a roller coaster. I have been known to cry over a section of a book. Not because I felt bad, but because the character felt bad. This was not my emotion but it was affecting me!

With this, I came across a story (ish) that one of my favorite web comic artist wrote. The web comic is “xkcd”. It is a nerdy, high thinking web comic, lost of math and science.  I have enjoyed the artist’s works immensely with a few stand out favorites. I found a new one today that was quite enjoyable.

http://geekwagon.net/projects/xkcd1190/

Now what is interesting is that this comic is not just one comic but many, many comics put together like a flip-board. The pictures he paints are beautiful, even with just stick figures. With minimal flair and panache, he draws you in and uses such subtle details that you find yourself going back to see what you missed.

I love moments that make my heart stop. Joy and sorrow. Beauty and profound. All that make my mouth drop and my hair dance on my skin with goosebumps. Nothing will be better than a wonderful, glorious book/comic/story/song that fills me with wonder.

Snuggle a pony my friends. Read a book.

A beginning.

I am crying. Not a wimpier, or a sob. Tears rolling down my face, soul crushing, full body emotion crying. My hands are shaking I a so filled with emotion. I cannot hold back the deluge. Let me explain.

 

When I was around 4 or 5, I was an adventurous lad who had a big imagination. I enjoyed my Legos and toys and had grand outings in the back yard. It was about this time I was learning to read. My dad read to me, my mother, and my brother most nights he could. Great stories like, Chronicles of Narnia, Tom Brown, and the Education of Little Tree. You could say this gave me a passion and thirst for wanting to read.

 

I went and started with the basics, Cat in the Hat, Green eggs and ham, several other Dr Seuss books that my mom helped me get through. I poured over them striving to grasp the words and letters. We would go to the library and check out books, mainly picture books for myself, and I was teetering on the edge of being able to read by myself. And then I came across THE book.

 

It was an epic tail filled with lots of great characters, science fiction, boy coming of age story. One of those books that enraptures a young boy. It had a young boy in space, A teddy bear with ticker tape coming out his nose to talk, and the teddy bear was on roller skates. I painstakingly studied every word, pushing myself to understand them and sound them out. Finally, I reached the last page. FINISHED! I had just read my first book. No help, alone. I was READING! I joyously ran to my mom to tell her. I read the book several times more before we had to return it to the Library. I immediately checked it out again and read it over and over and over. The next time the library said I had to return it.

 

I was heartbroken. My book. I wanted to keep this book. It was my first, and I was so proud. My mother asked if we could purchase the book. The Librarian said no. My mother pleaded with the woman, but the answer was still no. We looked for the book at the store, we could not find it. After time, I could not remember the name. I only remembered the one Character. The teddy bear with ticker tape so he could talk.

 

I kept looking over the years, trying to find something on it. I asked at libraries (while getting some very STRANGE looks) with no avail. One time in my teens, someone did remember reading that book as well but, as I had, only remembered a little. When I went off to college and it was at that point I stopped thinking about it.

 

Now, something you should know is that I am a avid reader, enjoy MANY science fiction novels, grand epic adventure books and can be a little obsessed and crazy about. Most of who I am today, with my passions and interests, started with this book. You could easily say that it made part of me who I am today.

 

Tonight, I all of a sudden had a random thought about this book. No warning, just a thought. Well, with Google the way it is I decided to have a gander. Plowing through blogs and book search sites didn’t reveal much. I continued looking until I came across a picture.

 

My heart stopped. You could have shot me on the spot and I wouldnt have felt it. Tears welled up in my eyes and poured over like a waterfall. 25 years I have looked for this. It was the start of an amazing childhood. Emotions raged in me so fierce, I could almost feel my body was going to come apart at the seams. I cannot wait to read this and show my daughters this book. Joy has overcome me.

 

In a time when I needed it the most, a miracle happened. I have had a rough past few weeks. This brings me so much joy. Thank you God.