Posts in category "Daily Life"

Subtle Summer Day

It’s so sub­tly beau­ti­ful out­side this morn­ing. It’s been a string of sun­ny, clear morn­ings in a row, but today, at 6:30 ante merid­i­an, the sky was dark and grey.

There’s still a mist through the air, and it feels like a damp fall evening, one best spent in front of a fire with a book in hand and the smell of wood in the air. If it weren’t for the fact that this is well into spring, this day would­n’t feel so out of place. But alas, all the street lamps cast their yel­low­ish light onto the streets, and all I want to do is lie in bed and lis­ten to the wet tires of cars dri­ving by.

The Equivalent In Work Hours

Over the week­end I bought a dress shirt (with the lit­tle plas­tic insert things that keep the col­lar straight), a silk tie, and a pair of Quicksilver board­ies. I’ve been buy­ing more than I should. I keep cal­cu­lat­ing the price of things in terms of num­ber of work hours.

What Work Has Taught Me So Far

I’m learn­ing more things at work than I had ever imag­ined was pos­si­ble. Now I under­stand things like the impor­tance of mak­ing a bud­get, the loop­holes to look out for on a lease, the dif­fer­ence between writ­ing an asset off as an expense or depre­ci­at­ing it, or even some­thing like the eco­nom­ic fac­tors con­sid­ered in set­ting month­ly goals. There are also gen­er­al work things I nev­er knew about, like how to deal with sales­men, how to leave mes­sages, what’s con­sid­ered a good health plan, gov­ern­ment reg­u­la­tions vs. union reg­u­la­tions, etc. I’ve even had to learn how to be a print pro­duc­tion coor­di­na­tor for marketing/PR mate­ri­als. Then on top of all of this, I’m learn­ing about the entire eso­teric den­tal indus­try, from the per­son­al­i­ties of den­tists and den­tur­ists to the man­u­fac­tur­ing process of every­thing from crowns to cast par­tial den­tures to haw­ley retain­ers, just so I can under­stand the tar­get audi­ence and under­stand what I’m mar­ket­ing.

Hairmark

My boss walked in to my office the oth­er day and intro­duced me to the newest hire, a tech who also hap­pens to be a very com­pe­tent artist. The man tells me that he occa­sion­al­ly sees me on the bus in the morn­ing, so I ask him if he’s sure that it’s me and not some oth­er Asian guy. He tells me with no hes­i­ta­tion, as if he’d been wait­ing for me to ask him this ques­tion, that it was my hair that gave me away.