Wednesday, July 25, 2007

David Wright's seeds

Any baseball fan knows the dugout snack of choice is sunflower seeds. Any Mets fan knows David Wright is quite a jokester. My "dyeing to know" question... Has David Wright every falsy claimed a bag of David® sunflower seeds? When told they weren't his, did he respond "But they have my name on them?" I bet the odds are pretty high. I'd give it two to one.

Why I’m a Computer Programmer (cont.)

Take Two. Today I'm walking up the SAME set of steps and I hear a lady going down. I do my best to avoid eye contact so I don't have to greet them. As I pass by she says "hey!". My riposte…"Hi how are you?" Nailed it.  I look back down the steps after passing her to see who I just blindly greeted…

 Miss. Cellphone!!!!! argghhh

Why I’m a Computer Programmer

Yesterday on my morning hike up the stairs to our third floor office, I became reminded why I don't have a flashy sales job or fancy management position. I followed a younger woman up and as we arrived at the second floor door, she opened the door and held it up open and looked at me as if inquiring if I'm coming to the second floor. This was a very polite gesture on her part. Now the normal reaction would be for me to say something to effect of "No thanks, I'm going to the third floor" or even just "going up" and add a smile. But in my lack of communication skills shined brightly this morning. Unable to think of the right thing to say I looked her in the eyes and moved my lips forming some unintelligible sentence with no volume. I'm not sure why this happens, but my vocal chord seems to always fail me in certain situations. I looked away then continued walking up to the third floor.

I assume there's some part of the brain that's responsible for translating ideas into the English language. I'm guessing that function of my brain is either missing or severely retarded. Maybe it's not my vocal chords fault. They just serve as my last defense against uttering caveman grunts. They have learned to make up for my brain's malfunction. At the last second they choose not to "activate" and save me from further embarrassment.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007