A Fish Out of Water

31CB2DA8-B3B3-4482-B97C-F4086E27A2E7When I was still working, I was part of the company’s sales organization, even though I wasn’t a salesman per se. My role was essentially technology sales support.

The sales organization would stage an annual client appreciation conference, a four-day extravaganza usually at some ritzy downtown hotel in a major city or at a fancy resort. There would be motivational speakers, including the raspy-voiced head of sales, who attempted (but mostly failed) to give a riveting, rah-rah presentation. There were product demonstration halls populated by pulchritudinous women in skimpy outfits, which is where I, as a sales support guy, would spend most of my time showing off our state-of-the-art technological solutions to the attendees. There were food halls with gourmet hors d’oeuvres, including such delicacies as sushi and platters piled high with fresh shrimp, crab, and lobster. There were sumptuous dinners and social events in the evenings that occasionally became quite rowdy.

You might think, as someone who was required to attend these overblown affairs, that I would have been thrilled to be there. But I hated having to participate in these meetings. I was never really comfortable at events like these and, as a rather introverted individual, I felt like a fish out of water. I perceived these meetings to be not only a waste of my time, but a colossal waste of the company’s money.

But now that I’m retired, it is indeed my pleasure to never have to attend this kind of wasteful nonsense ever again. Yay!


Written for yesterday’s Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, where we are asked to write a post about the concept of “a fish out of water.” Also for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (raspy), Your Daily Word Prompt (riveting), Ragtag Daily Prompt (pulchritudinous), Word of the Day Challenge (rowdy), and The Daily Spur (waste).


 

Share Your World — About Life, Death, Beauty, Morality, and Perfection

SYWMonday means Melanie’s Share Your World prompt. Today our host has become quite philosophical in her questions. She wants us to talk about the living and the dead, about beauty and morality, about technology and emotions, and about perfection and gratitude. A tall order, indeed!

Anyway, let’s do this!

Why do we seem to respect the dead more than the living?

I don’t respect the dead more than the living. I respect what people accomplish (or accomplished) and the manner in which they live (or lived) their lives, living or dead.10F97ABA-FC27-4699-9CD7-4A7C3A826D3A

Why is beauty associated with morality?  Or not?   (a few weeks back I asked a similar question, but the key word was MORTALITY, not MORALITY).

I hate to be argumentative today, but I don’t associate beauty with morality. Physical beauty has more to do with appearance than with positive actions or good deeds. In fact, so-called “beautiful people” often have advantages in life not available to those whose appearances are less attractive and, therefore, may be less empathetic. So, in my opinion, beauty and morality are unrelated. 

Have gadgets and apps taken away emotions?

Huh? What do gadgets have to do with emotions? As to apps, I think that social media apps, especially Twitter, have intensified emotions, as people who use those apps tend to feel freer to express strong, especially negative, emotions as they hide behind the anonymity and the distance those types of apps provide. These social media apps have also reduced face-to-face human interactions to a great extent.48F6CE61-0B8C-4D5D-8A7E-A5DD7F646B01

Is there a perfect life? What’s your version of a perfect life if you care to share?

For something to be perfect it must be free from flaws or faults. Life doesn’t work that way. No person is perfect; no life is perfect. True perfection is an unrealistic goal and attempting to achieve a perfect life can only set one up for disappointment and frustration.

If you’d like, please share something uplifting or for which you are grateful.

I’m grateful for this perfect life that I am leading. 😏

Reblog — Its All Ducky, Long As You Are Lucky Enough To Be Born Wealthy Duck

Everything is not “ducky.” Far from it, in fact. A long, but compelling post well worth your time.

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What’s that saying? If it walks like a duck, talks like a duck, it’s a duck? Yet, regardless of the evidence of one’s eyes, there wouldn’t be a saying if people were not inclined to still be led down the garden path. So, for some Americans, approximately 42% or so last count, when the duck walks like a duck, talks like a duck, and looks like a duck, they believe it’s an Eagle, maybe a Hawk.

“Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance, you have to work at it.”

Margaret Atwood,The Handmaid’s Tale

The dumbing down of America has taken a nation once prized for its healthcare and education, to a place where today ranks 27th in the World in terms of Human Capital.

So, why is that important? Because nations failing to invest in education and health care at risk of slow economic growth.

Well, and of course…

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Weekly Song Challenge — S&G

Laura has given us another one of her weekly Song Challenge prompts. This one is about feeling good, tearing up, and giving strength.

The rules are:

  • Copy the rules and add them to your own post, pinging back her original post here.
  • Post music videos for your answers to the musical questions.
  • Tag two people to participate! Tag everyone.

Here we go:

1. Post a video of a “feel good” song.

2. Post a video of a song that brings tears to your eyes.

3. Post a video of a song that gives you strength personally.

You may have noticed that I’m a Simon & Garfunkel fan. 😉

Sunday Photo Fiction — The Fuselage

FD904471-A4B7-4C23-992E-80A9E0FF0745Jed and Jud, owners of MotherBrothers Salvage Company, pulled up in their truck. “Well, there it is,” Jed said. “What a hunk of junk.”

“Are you kidding me,” Jud said. “It’s a piece of aviation history. It’s a work of art. We need to figure out how to save that.”

“Are you seeing the same thing I’m seeing?” Jed said. “Our contract is to get that monstrosity outta here and the only way we can do that is to take the fuselage of that away ugly beast apart.”

“Or we can get a large flatbed trailer and haul it to our storage yard in one piece,” Jud said.

“Do you see the size of that thing?” Jed said. “There ain’t no flatbed big enough to haul what’s left of that plane off in one piece.”

“There’s them flatbeds they use to move whole houses, Jed,” Jud said.

“Jud, have you got shit for brains?” Jed said. “It’d cost more to rent some giant flatbed plus a rig large enough to haul that hulk behind it than we’re getting paid. Now go grab your blowtorch and let’s start cutting this thing down to size and sell it for scrap metal.”

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Written for Donna McNichol’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Blair Fraser on Unsplash.