Down with Media

 Posted by at 08:02  Down with
Nov 172010
 
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Coots are normal people.

We put our pants on one leg at a time (even f email coots- when was the last time you saw a woman in a skirt). We get fired up from time to time. We get dragged down. We get excited and we get depressed. We have our share of problems and sometimes we even win. Life is like a box of chocolates and coots can be just as clueless as Forrest Gump.

We get our direction from the media

We all get messages from the media around us. These days it is pretty hard to miss the messages because of all the new and old media connections going on. We still have radio and television and a few hard core troglodytes among us still read newspapers. But there is also the new media. Despite our reputation, coots are into the trendy new social media like Facebook and Twitter and, of course, blogs. With all these media peppering our minds, it is hard to have an independent thought. It is even harder to notice that what you thought was your idea was planted there, first with a soft landing and later reinforcement by pile driver. It is easy to develop confidence in your cognition and judgment and conclude that you are one smart cookie.

“Yep.” you tell yourself. “Those guys on the radio are right. They’ve come to the same conclusion as me. They are pretty smart.”

But the truth is somewhat different.

This coot discovered that the truth is a another story altogether; maybe I am not the smart one after all.

The truth is that my mind was a big echo chamber. Years of education in our country’s finest institutions and even more stuck as a cog in the corporate machinery has left it empty and flabby. It has been purged of content and conditioned to lie on the couch waiting to be fed. What is left is a sounding board for any idea that penetrates. It is hard to notice this after so many years of conditioning because of the quantity of bad ideas bouncing around in there. They make a lot of noise.   It is especially hard because I discovered that those ideas have taken root and claimed me. I believed they were mine.   It is very hard to accept that reality because it meant that I was nothing more than a mouthpiece for somebody else’s ideas. I hadn’t used my mind for any independent thought for years and I didn’t know how to think anymore.

What to do about getting your head straight?

It has been a tough struggle, turning off all that noise rattling around my empty head. First I had to stop listening so that no more bad ideas could penetrate. That was the hardest step because all those bad ideas were telling me that I should listen. “ I needed information,” they told me again and again. “Or else I would be uninformed and stupid.” My conditioning told me that they were right but something inside me said no and I continued to shut our the media. Slowly, the noise in my head quieted. Without reinforcement, those ideas stopped bouncing and began to fall in a puddle and drain away. Then, one day, it was quiet. I didn’t have a thought in my head – mine or anyone else s.  What now?

I had work to do. I had to learn how to think.

Ralph

Ralph is the inspiration for Cantankerous Old Coots and is our Grand Duke of Cantankerousness

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Nov 032010
 

My wife has come home with an interesting problem lately.  If you didn’t know, and frankly from this website, why would you, she is a Nurse in the ER of one of the big hospitals here in Utah.  The other day, her supervisor pulled her aside and told her that some of the “techs” were complaining that she was too hard on them and too demanding.

Now in this situation, a tech is someone who assists the nurses and doctors.  The majority are going to nursing school or just working a second job.  They get to do the mundane tasks and things that need to be done to *keyword alert* ASSIST the nurses in the nurses job.  Some of these punks think that they deserve the same respect as the nurses, just because they are going to school to become nurses.  I say Bah!  They are subordinates until they pass the NCLEX!

Now, my wife is not a supervisor.  She has no aspirations to be such.  However, she knows her job and will utilize all of the resources need to do things at her job, like save lives, or diagnose STD’s.  Some of those resources are the techs.  Please note here that the JOB of a tech is to assist the nurses.

So, here is my wife being too demanding to people who are supposed to be helping her.  She said if they are on the internet and just sitting around talking why shouldn’t she use them?  I would have to agree.  I wouldn’t even pander the petty-anny requests to say “please” and “would you mind” for most things.  You see, I have a background in management and supervising.  I have been trained to have people do their jobs.

I also have a father who was convinced that he was still in the military and, as such, required the no questions asked jump up and do what you are asked right now mentality.  I still have that to a point, especially in the workplace when it comes to people doing their jobs.  So, I ask you fair readers of the Coots, what would you do, or how would you advise my wife to react?

Me, I said we should watch Full Metal Jacket and get her in the mood for some no nonsense demanding of people to do what they should(Why you whiny little maggot!).  That may get her fired but it is a good solution.  If I was in the same situation I am sure I would demand that these people do their jobs.  The old mantra from my restaurant days comes back, “If you have time to lean, you have time to clean.”  They may not have anything to clean, but they sure as hell can find something to do instead of look at facebook or email.

I once sent a girl home early because she refused to work.  The next day her daddy came in and yelled at me for being too hard on his little girl.  I told him she could either do what she was supposed to do or find another job.  he was pissed off but could not argue that point.  I don’ t know how anyone can argue that point with my wife either.

Now I want to hear what you have to say about this.  Do you think that people should just be able to float through work and barely do what needs to be done or do you think that they can always find a way to earn their paycheck?  I want to hear some conversation on this.  We are getting quite a few visitors every day and only Ralph and Bob comment with an occasional nugget tossed in by Steve.  Heather did weigh in last week so she has a pass, but everyone else out there reading this, I am capturing your IP address and well………

-Justin

Justin

Justin is the young Coot with a Cantankerous Soul who continues to be educated by older, more cootish Ralph and Bob. His Cantankerosity is his own.

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Down with email!

 Posted by at 11:27  Down with
Sep 082010
 
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Electronic mail (email) is “a method for receiving messages you cannot understand, from people you don’t know, concerning things you don’t care about” Guy Kawasaki

Cantankerous Old Coots live in a world that we never imagined as kids back in the good old days of the 20th century. Our future was going to be living on the moon, or maybe even Mars and boldly going where no man has gone before. Now we live in the glorious 21st century where NASA’s only mission is to make the Muslim world feel good about being losers and email has replaced the art of writing letters. The future just ain’t what it used to be.

These days everybody wants your email address. They are too cheap to waste a stamp on you even though they know where you live. Instead they won’t do business with you unless you have an email address and they force you to read those emails in case there is an important communication there. Even Guy’s definition is now out of date because these days you do care about some of the emails but it is hard to find them in with all the junk.

I confess that I use email from time to time and appreciate the rapid exchange of information. If I could limit my in box to only my personal friends, it would be a great service. I might even be willing to pay for it but of course I can’t. And since it is free, everybody and their brother uses it to hawk their services and even legitimate businesses send me official information using email because they are trying to save a penny forcing me to go through hundreds of email per day just in case there is one that I really have to read. Such a waste of time.

I don’t have a solution to this 21st century nightmare. I don’t have the energy to cut off email all together and deal with the consequences. There may be techy ways to eliminate this problem but Coots don’t have the patience to find them.  Anybody know a better way to manage email? Help a Coot out.

Ralph

Ralph is the inspiration for Cantankerous Old Coots and is our Grand Duke of Cantankerousness

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Jul 142010
 

Traumatic experiences are never fun.  Last week and a bit before was one of those.  But it is amazing the ways that people handle things.

My new son was less than 10 minutes old when he was rushed to the Newborn Intensive Care Unit because he breathed at the wrong time.  That was not fun, but little did we know that the NICU was almost heaven.  Not pleasant and full of fluffy clouds and angels, but with the doctors and nurse practitioners thinking they are one step away from God.

I have been in hospitals before with my daughter.  If you haven’t read before, my 4 year old has been in and out of the hospital since she was 11 months old with kidney disease.  Many surgeries, ICU, and finally a kidney transplant.  She was always in the Childrens Hospital and they were always good with explanations and family involvement.

The NICU at the main adult hospital did it’s level best to make myself and my wife (who is a trauma nurse in the ER at the same hospital) feel like a pair of 16 year old kids who were either ignorant of the consequences of pregnancy, or too retarded to realize what was going on.  Now, my wife is a college graduate and I am very close.  We both have above average IQ’s and can figure things out fairly easily.  We are not as stupid as they want to think we are.

There were several times that I just had to shut up.  My burgeoning Cantankerousness was going to get me thrown out of the place.  Or at least make someone cry.

I sat in on one of the care conferences about my son and the main doctor was at one end of the table like Jesus himself at the last supper with the nurse practitioner on his right hand side.  I really felt like the outcome was “I decree this treatment, and so shall it be” while everyone else was ready to say “Yes Master” and go on.  Of course I was still shocked and didn’t have much to say then, I am much wittier later.

I won’t go into further specifics because that would be dangerously close to a slander lawsuit but suffice it to say that we broke more of their emphemeral “rules” than we even knew were available.  There were several times when my wife was arguing about tests or procedures that they wanted to do on this new baby and I was literally afraid that it was going to escalate into her being removed by security.

I have said it before, it is all fine and dandy to spout off a bunch of medical mumbo jumbo to say me, and be able to do what you want to the kid, but when the person you are spouting off to actually knows what all of that is and how it should be done, and who also happens to be post partum and exhausted it is not going to be pretty.

The baby was born on Thursday, and by Saturday I was literally afraid they were going to find a way to bar us from the NICU and do whatever the hell they wanted on the kid.

The prospect of staying in what I have started calling the 3rd ring of hell ala Dante‘s Inferno, for another 14 – 21 days was infuriating.  There was a point we hit about Friday where he was only in the place for IV antibiotics and my wife began arguing that he did not need to be in the ICU but there is no step down in that hospital.

Eventually my daughter with kidney disease ended up in the childrens hospital with an infection and we got the baby transferred up there.  They could have let him go home that day, Monday.  not 2 weeks in the ICU.  Now we are all home and have some good stories about being in the presence of Nazi’s.

-Justin

Justin

Justin is the young Coot with a Cantankerous Soul who continues to be educated by older, more cootish Ralph and Bob. His Cantankerosity is his own.

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