Friday, October 21, 2011

Don't want to know the answer? Then don't ask the question

Real Life ... (embellished a little, but not much): Phone call from One Good Old Boy, out of the blue, right in the middle of doing something important he says: "Hi! How ya doin' ?"

Well, here's how I was the day I got that call ... a little snarky:
"What a week!  Anxiety Level (AxL) UP: Had a note from SONY that our BRAVIA could burst into flame, so had a Tech visit us and take the whole flat panel apart, test the innards and tell us ours was not one that would do that ... (AxL) DOWN;

... maket went up  AxL DOWN ... But for how long? AxL UP ... then drove to remote work site for two days of 8 hr-per-day training on a new EHRS (electronic health records system) ... AxL UP;

... market went down ... AxL UP ... then they killed "Al Gathafi,  AxL DOWN, variously rendered as "Al Qaddafi," "Algathafi," and "Al-Gathafi." ("variously rendered" in this case referred to the spelling, not what the rebels did to him). To make it worse there is the ironically-named "Al-Gaddafi International Prize for Human Rights." and we wondered more about the spelling;

... then the market went up (sort of) AxL UP ("Will it keep going up, or will it drop?") ... Note: And for the Libyan leader, that's just his surname. Variations on his given name include Muammar, Moammar, Mu'ammar, and Moamar, and many others.  Once you've settled on how to spell his first and last names, you then have to decide whether you want to add the Arabic prefix "al-" before his last name. Which can also be spelled "el-." And then you have o decide whether the prefix should be capitalized

... then the market ... well, you know ... and AxL went UP and DOWN and UP again ...

...This is the point where most media editors would give up on Kud-Off-ie and run a story on Justin Bieber (sp? Beiber, Beeber, Beaber) instead, but this was big enough to get reported with all the name variations, probably just to make sure he was really the properly "named one" who was dispatched ... that dispatchment leading to AxL DOWN;

... then I got home from worksite, which took 4 1/2 hours instead of the usual 2 1/2 (due to work in the Bay Bridge causing one-lane traffic hold-ups) AxL UP;

... got to bed at 11:30 PM, awakened at 1:30 AM when wife got sick (minor illness, but we were both awake), then finally got back to sleep at 5:30 AM or so, awakened at 8:45 AM and called the cardiology office to tell them we were not going to be there in 45 minutes to keep her appointment ... AxL still UP, but dropping as wife's self-limited illness improved ...

... then found out that overall we were up $4,500+ in the market for the week! AxL way DOWN;

So, all-in-all, it was quite a week.  I am going to the wet bar in the kitchen now and believe I will just drink until Sunday night and hope for a better week coming up ... because we KNOW that AxL will have to be UP!  (and then DOWN and then ... well, you get the picture) ... "
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Somewhere during my response to such and innocent question, "How ya doin'?"  some might apologize for calling ... others might express their anger at my going off on them.  To that I say:
"If you don't want to know the answer, don't ask the question."

So, "How ya doin'?"
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PS: The truth: What I really said was ... what we all say:  "Hey! I'm doin' fine!  I'm glad you called." 
The bulk of the above tirade was, of course, purely internal, purely mental, what some refer to as What is Going On Under the Floor.  Think about it the next time you call a friend.  Listen carefully.  Try to feel what might be going on under their floor.

Question: "How're ya doin' ?" Answer ...

... (embellished a little, but not much):

... there's always someone who just has to know "How you're doin'?"

What a week!  Had a note from SONY that our BRAVIA flat-panel TV could spontaneously burst into flame, so we had a Tech visit us and take the whole thing apart, test the innards and tell us ours was not one that would do that

... maket went up ... then drove to remote work site for two days of 8 hr-per-day training on a new EHRS (electronic health records system)

... market went down ... then they killed "Al Gathafi," variously rendered as "Al Qaddafi," "Algathafi," and "Al-Gathafi." ("variously rendered" in this case referring to the spelling of his name, not what the rebels did to him). To make it worse ther is the ironically-named "Al-Gaddafi International Prize for Human Rights" and we wondered more about the spelling

... then the market went up (sort of) ... Note: And that's just his surname. Variations on his given name include Muammar, Moammar, Mu'ammar, and Moamar, and many others. Once you've settled on how to spell his first and last names, you then have to decide whether you want to add the Arabic prefix "al-" before his last name. Which can also be spelled "el-." And then, as the Editor of the story,  you have to decide whether the prefix should be capitalized ... or not

... then the market ... well, you know

... This is the point where most editors would give up on him and run a story on Justin Bieber instead (sp? Beiber, Beeber, Beaber ... at least we know it doesn't require the prefix El- or el-, capitalized or not), but his assassination was big enough to get reported with all the name variations, probably just to make sure he was really the properly "named one" who was dispatched

... then I got home from worksite, which took 4 1/2 hours instead of the usual 2 1/2 (due to work on the Bay Bridge causing one-lane traffic hold-ups)

... got to bed at 11:30 PM, awakened at 1:30 AM when wife got sick (minor illness, but we were both awake), then finally got back to sleep at 5:30 AM or so, awakened at 8:45 AM and called the cardiology office to tell them we were not going to be there in 45 minutes to keep her appointment

... then found out that overall we were up $4,500+ in the market for the week!

So, all-in-all, it was quite a week.  I am going to the wet bar in the kitchen now and believe I will just drink until Sunday night and hope for a better week coming up.

All of which proves: "If you don't want to know the answer, don't ask the question."

"So, how are YOU doin'?"