vinduhl’s foggy mess
I think, therefore I’m lost in my own thoughts.Let’s Meet!
As I glanced at my next week’s calendar to see what to look forward to at the office, I thought to myself, When can I find time to do actual work? As you can see in the screen shot below, meetings have been booked pretty much back-to-back. (For obvious security and privacy reasons, I had to block out the meeting details using green rectangles except for those labeled “Lunch”, and had to gray out some text in the folder section.) **Click on the image below to see a larger version.**
There are quite a few half-hour intervals scattered all over the place where I can do some “actual work”, while my Friday looks more promising for “catching up” activities–things I’d rather not do during the weekend.
It’s interesting to see how we’ve become so obsessed with meetings, video conferences, and committees, because they’re supposed to be group- and team-oriented activities that emphasize active communication, and therefore they must be good. Never mind last meeting’s action points that were supposed to have been done that we didn’t get a chance working on before the next meeting because of other meetings, but darn it–we’re going to meet to talk about why we were unable to get anything accomplished.
Oh, and those blocks I labeled as “Lunch”–they double up as “Read E-mail” as well. Anyone can type with one hand and hold the fork with the other. As long as food residue doesn’t get trapped in the keyboard, you’re good.
Don’t you admire those people who have the guts to invite you to an impromptu meeting over the phone? They don’t even have to schedule one–they just reel you in after you take the bait. The scenario goes like this… let’s say you’re doing “Lunch” (or “Read E-mail”, or whatever you choose to substitute) and the phone rings. You pick up the phone. It’s Bill. He says he found something that he has a question on, and you’re the only one who can help him out. So you answer a few questions, and then he says, “Hey, since you’re on the phone, do you have a few minutes for a quick conference call?” You politely say, “Sure,” and he then calls two other people into conference. So you’re staring at 30+ e-mail messages while you participate in an impromptu phone meeting, type with one hand, and shove food into your mouth with the other hand. You chew slowly and quietly, of course, and occasionally press the mute button when munching on croutons or downing that big gulp from the cafeteria. You just hope that you won’t be required to speak the second you bite into that greasy cheeseburger.
To make the best out of the meeting blues, here are my 10 tips:
- If you always have food at meetings, then you won’t have to have “Lunch”. You can then use that time slot for more meetings (or real work, if you feel guilty about it).
- When you receive an invitation for a meeting that is adjacent to two meetings, check if there’s an agenda specified in the invitation. If no agenda is written there, decline because the meeting may not be that important–there’s no way to know in this case, but you’d assume the worst, anyway.
- Create phantom meetings (those that you make yourself) on your calendar. When someone schedules a real meeting that will cover the phantom slot, you can decline and write, “Sorry, I’m double-booked!” You’ll appear very important at the same time.
- Always bring your laptop or any mobile device to the meeting to keep working on more important aspects of your job. If you get evil looks from others in the room, tell them they shouldn’t feel special because you do that in all meetings you attend.
- During 10-minute breaks, ask the person sitting next to you for notes and copy them like crazy. Remember–you’re supposed to work on your laptop or any mobile device during the meeting, therefore you can’t pay attention, take notes, and work at the same time, unless you’re that talented and have an extra set of hands or cranial hemisphere. Breaks are meant for catching up.
- When you’re asked a question and you happen to not know the answer because you’re too busy working during the meeting, always say, “Bob, I think I’ll have to rethink that one and get back to you. Shoot me an e-mail, will ya?” Might work, but is not guaranteed.
- Never apologize for choking on your grilled chicken sandwich while on a phone conference. Doing so is admittance to guilt. You were multitasking. And besides, the cafeteria overcooks the chicken breast, making it too dry without the mayo.
- Always say no to follow-up meetings, especially if they’re scheduled the same length as the original meeting. Question the point of meeting face-to-face, as opposed to summarizing everything, including updates, in a nice little e-mail to add to your exploding inbox.
- If the meeting will require you to drive to another building or another campus of the company, always ask the meeting organizer for an ROI based on the gas mileage you’d spend on your car. That’s to see if driving to the meeting is economically sound to your wallet. Otherwise, ask for the conference number and work from the comfort of your desk.
- Announce to everyone you work with that you’ll be in several meetings that day and that you won’t have access to e-mail. That will keep them from sending you additional e-mails you’ll have to read on top of the unread e-mails from the past 4 days.
Can hardly wait for Monday!
“You must love chocolate…”
For some reason I run into eccentric people everywhere I go. You see, I don’t live in a very large city, but the collection of people I meet everyday is like a bag of jelly beans: colorful and yet you’d have that risk of eating a nasty one but you’d swallow it anyway because it’s so tiny that other jelly beans in the bag may make up for it later. You’d just hope that the next candy would be something of a normal flavor like strawberry or popcorn, perhaps.
I was at a choir potluck at a nearby church. I just so happened to be there because I was joining this group for the first time and their director invited me so I’d have the chance to meet the rest of the members. The potluck was right after a very short rehearsal where we sang through only one song. It was a potluck to honor their organist who was about to start working for another church. Delicious dishes of all kinds were served buffet-style, as most potlucks are done. After partially filling my plate with a smörgåsbord of food, I found my seat between two older ladies.
The lady who was seated to my left was probably in her 50’s, the one to my right looked about a decade older. Pleasantries and light conversations went on over our meal.
The lady to my left asked, “So what do you do?”
This type of question is expected, but it’s something that I dislike because it really never tells a person anything about another besides how important (or unimportant) you are in society or how fat your paycheck is. Nevertheless, I answered, “I’m a programmer.”
“Oh,” said the other lady, “so you write programs that run things on computers?”
“That’s right,” I said.
“I knew it, even before you told us. You do look like a programmer,” said the lady to my left. I didn’t expect this response so it was quite a surprise, and yet I was thinking to myself, well, I am Asian (or Oriental to those who use that word). People tend to expect Asians to be either in the medical field or I.T. That explained it. So I gave her some points.
The lady to my right said, “You must love chocolate, then. Do you love chocolate? Are you a chocoholic?”
I looked at her with a puzzled face, trying to find a hint that she could be joking. But her eyes said she was serious. There was a long pause and everyone at the table waited for my answer. Her husband, seated to her right, listened intently.
“Yes, I love chocolate,” was my answer.
“I knew it! All computer geeks love chocolate! I know. My son-in-law does. He’s a computer geek. A big one.”
It was a very interesting observation on her part, although I thought it was a bit flawed. But I just smiled and shoved another slice of beef into my mouth. “This is delicious. Who made this?” I said, trying to change the subject.
“You know,” the lady to my right continued, “my son-in-law was in the military…” She then proceeded to tell me that he left to be with his family, and that he’s a very smart man, and he’s quite a nice guy, and this and that, but he is socially inept. Without missing a beat, she asked me, “Are you dating anyone?”
The lady to my left immediately asked, “So have you had enough of all these questions from us?”
“Oh, no, it’s OK. No, I’m not dating anyone. I’m married to my job and I may have some problems with my social skills. You know, computer geeks…” I said, doing a fake ha-ha-I-gotcha kind of laugh.
I wanted to ask the lady to my right if she liked shuffleboard, gardening, knitting, or making jam preserves, but I didn’t dare to. Besides, when she started telling me that the government can’t take her guns away, I thought that was enough to satisfy my curiosity.
Name Me What?
I don’t have a middle name. Well, to be more precise–my parents never gave me a real middle name. You know, the one that parents would normally pick from a baby book. Instead, as how tradition or law dictated in the foreign country of my birth (that country would remain nameless here), my mother’s maiden name became my middle name. Wonderful. If that isn’t strange enough, my parents, when they had my younger siblings, decided to give them proper middle names. As if they said to themselves, “Hey, why not take time and actually pick middle names for our next kids this time? Let’s not worry about him–he’ll get used to it eventually.”
And so I remained middle-nameless. That is, until I go through some legal process of changing my name. It will cost me some dough but it’ll be worth it!
I did some research on how to go about doing this. I now know that I can’t change my name to run away from the law, hide from creditors, or become famous or profitable by using an already-established celebrity name like Ben Affleck or Clay Aiken. I can’t name myself 2938 but I could possibly opt for “Twenty-Nine Thirty-Eight”. Now that would be an absurd way to name yourself. How about that military guy who named himself after a Transformers cartoon character? It’s quite legitimate–he’s Prime now. I can’t name myself using non-letter symbols, but if I name myself “Asterisk” it would be OK. Personally, I think “Ampersand Tilde Curly-Bracket” has a nice ring to it. Or not.
Because my so-called “middle name” starts with an L, I’ve decided to pick a name that starts with the same letter. So I wouldn’t have to change my signature or have to pick from a much larger list of names. I’m that lazy. And, no, I’m not using that.
Here’s the top 5 names I have in my list. Click on each one to get statistical information from babynameshub.com.
I haven’t made my final decision. But I definitely need to because I plan to start on the legal procedures next week. Then off to telling the DMV, Social Security Office, INS, IRS, credit card companies, bank, previous schools, doctors, my employer, my family, my relatives, friends, landlord, and this blog. Wow, that’s quite a hassle!
Oh, by the way, Vinduhl isn’t my real name. It was given to me by a friend a long time ago, but that’s a whole new topic.





