Heather

Feb 232015
 

Editors Note:  Today’s post comes to us from the lovely Heather Craik all the way from Edinburgh, Scotland.  She is quite the prolific writer and apparently a good ranter as well.  Stop by her site at shadesofadream.com and show her some appreciation via traffic and comments! Now: onto the rant!


Have you ever been in one of those situations where, after being off ill for a week, you return and instantly get blind-sided?

Further, let’s say you have a meeting the day you get back where you have to present your ideas on something.  Heck, let’s pretend you’ve even had the idea worked out for weeks in advance.

Here’s the funny thing about being ill and not having anything to do for a week; you start to wonder if that idea you have is really such a good idea after all.  Can you complete it on time?  Is it too ambitious?  Wouldn’t it be better if you just scaled it back a bit and polished more?

In a moment of un-cootishness I decided to bow to the little voice

Bad move.  It seems to encourage people to think you’re not putting enough effort in.  You know, and to compare you to people you’d normally far surpass unfavourably.

However, my rant today isn’t about my not being prepared fully (its my own fault for switching designs at the last minute), or even about being off ill for a week.  Nor is it about incorrect-  well, actually it IS about incorrect assumptions.  Just not from tutor/boss/person you’re presenting too that should really know better.

Communication

See the thing that really showed me up was the fact that everyone else had something to present on the screen, while I was still assuming that we were all going to use sketches.  Normally I’d have gone ahead and made the jump to computer anyway, but with the situation being what it was I didn’t have the time.  En fin.

However.

If anyone else in class had been off ill I would have contacted them to keep them in the loop at least once, usually the day before they’re due back.  It’s only courtesy after all, and no one likes to be caught with their pants down in public (unless that’s your thing of course).  In fact, if we want to get really technical I spoke to every one of them in the time I was away; no mention of any changes of plan.

I really don’t like being made to look bad.

Ill or not I could have made the time to get something mocked up, had I been aware of the need.  It takes less than five minutes (actually, less than one if you do it right) to pass on a piece of pertinent information.  Sometimes it’ll even save them 10 minutes of uncharacteristic ridicule.  Imagine that.

Oh, and the part I really hate in all this?

I had to grin and bear it like a champ.  Two reasons; my ‘excuse’ would have been that I didn’t get the time needed because I was ill and had no access to the resources (which, as it happens, is true), and the person doing the talking has the power to fail me.  At any point someone else could have said something to diffuse the situation.

Taking one for the team, bitch style.  Thanks guys.

Thanks again for the post Heather.  If you are reading this share it with the world via linked in, stumble upon, digg, facebook or Twitter!  The comment section is open and waiting for you…

Jan 242013
 

I was in a superb mood.  Really, truly, fantastic.  Evil plans were coming together nicely, I had plans for the weekend, college was going ok and the parts for my computer were on their way.  Unfortunately I was also near the end of a film; ‘When Harry met Sally’ if we’re being specific.

It’s important to note that my choice in this was limited, I had to watch that movie as homework for my college course.  Sure I had a choice of days on which to watch it but I had to before the end of the week.  Not that I mind the movie – in fact, throughout most of it the dialogue was beautifully written and well executed.

Who am I kidding, the dialogue was brilliant until the very end.

However it still suffers from the one flaw in almost every romantic comedy every (almost added for the simple fact that I’ve not seen all of them in existence and therefore cannot say ‘every’).  The happily ever after.

Now I’m female (obviously), I get the whole desire for things to work out nicely at the end with sugar on top.  For years I loved it and wanted nothing more than to see it end well.  When I found my own ‘Prince charming’ (he would laugh at that) I still enjoyed the movies but there was an added smugness about it; almost like you’d joined some secret club.

Fast forward a few years and I can’t stand them any more.  Not because I lost my prince, but because reality decided to smack us around a bit.  There is no ‘happily ever after’ that carries on forever and ever amen, at least, never as its portrayed in films.  Worse, if you’ve ever had it, seeing films where it remains that way can throw up all sorts of negative emotions you neither asked for nor needed.

Maybe I’m just not their target market any more.  Obviously young, female, and realistic don’t gel well with their audience.  Or maybe I’m just being overly sensitive about this whole thing (it’s been known to happen), but you have to wonder what the actual goal of these movies is.

We’re fed them from when we’re really young.  Much of our ideas about life and love come from the traditional model displayed in these films (Disney too now I think about it, but come on, its Disney).  We grow up thinking on some level that we’ll be swept off our feet, lifted out of whatever mess we’re in, and carried off into the sunset where mundane things like paying the bills and living with choices don’t matter.  This is never going to happen however to a certain extent we’re brainwashed!

And then when it doesn’t work out with our male counterparts we either ‘hate’ men for a while (in a very upset and irrational way), decide that the poor guy wasn’t ‘the one’ (really?), or think that we’ve done something wrong and hope, maybe for a long time, that he’ll come back.  How exactly does that help anyone?

I’m all for inspiring hope but surely it should be hope in something that may actually happen.  Causing misery so widespread that ‘chicks cry at romantic movies’ is a social norm shouldn’t be right.  And yes, some girls cry because they’re so happy and in fact there’s a whole host of reasons.  I still don’t think all those years of watching movies like that and wishing did me, or anyone else for that matter, any good.

What I’d like to know is just how badly this affects the male side of the population?  Oh, and for any of the fairer sex out there (yes, I hate that phrase too), am I nuts?