I wish I could be CEO of my company for just a year

Not that I want to make yet another post talking about work, it’s just that this is something that’s been sitting on my mind a lot lately and falls into the category of if I don’t write it out now, it’ll never getting written out and I think this has legs enough to be worth a post.

But “culture” has been the overarching thing going on with the company I work for, and I do feel that we’re at a little bit of a rough patch as far as everyday operations are going.  Things aren’t the worst that I’ve ever had to deal with in my career, but they’re far away from being a place that doesn’t feel more than a means to an end type of job.

This year, my workplace has gotten a little caught up and fixated on their “scores,” which is how the company is perceived by its own employees, taken by a third-party company.  Apparently, the scores this year have been some of the worst ever, to the degree where many people above or not adjacent to my paygrade are seemingly constantly in the works to figure out ways to improve morale, employee satisfaction and potentially improve their scores the next time survey time rolls around.

Obviously, one of the first things that comes to mind is, where the fuck are all these people getting time to fixate on stuff like this, when there are business objectives and tasks that could be done alternatively?  But I digress, all this score analysis has resulted in a whole lot of aggravating outcomes, which feels like when a couple is having issues, and where one party is trying too hard to make things better that they actually are making things worse.  That’s pretty accurate to how it feels like at my workplace currently.

Recently, we had an event pop up called “Stress Break at the Park” which ordinarily would make me roll my eyes at the forced fraternization, but the park selected was actually near my home, and would’ve been a welcome interruption to daily Office Space to be able to have a much shorter trip home.  However, just the other day, an amendment went out, and suddenly Stress Break was no longer four hours long, but one, and it was no longer at the park near my house, but instead the atrium of the office.

The ironic laughter was copious among the jaded of my team.

Anyway, I could write a NaNoWriMo about some of the more inane bullshit that occurs at work, like most people probably could about their respective jobs, but I’ll try my best to cut to the chase and get back to the title of this post.

We had a meeting, where all hands on deck were tasked with spitballing ideas to improving business, profits, engagement and other metrics that big companies tend to want to see heading in an upward trajectory.  I remember making some suggestions that I thought were good and viable, but when the day is over, I’m so far removed from the plateau to where actual decisions could be made that when the meeting ended, everything seemed for naught.  However, I believe in a lot of the ideas that I have, and this is where I wished that I could just be the CEO of the company for just a year, so I could push through some of my ideas and put them really to the test to see if they would shake out for a company like ours.

Primarily, most of my ideas revolve around dropping prices across the board, and giving shit away.  There’s been so much evidence in the world of commerce that lowering costs to consumers typically equate to consumers spending more, and big bad Target just this past year recorded considerable sales growth on account of lowering prices to consumers.

When you look at some of the most successful apps out there, they thrive on microtransactions, because most everyone can afford to part with a few bucks here and there, as opposed to targeting the most financially privileged and expect nothing but home runs from every transaction.

One of my favorite stories in business is Sega, when they created Sonic the Hedgehog, instead of charging consumers for their answer to Super Mario, they basically gave the game away.  It helped usher in an entire generation into purchasing Sega Geneses, and lightning struck twice when they released Sonic 2, and had it be the pack-in for later consoles.

That’s the kind of general mentality I’d love for my company to do, is not be afraid to give shit away for free, to the right recipients.  Partner up with other Atlanta-based companies or organizations and get their name out there and collaborate.  Donate product to be used for their offices or places of business, in exchange for content and sponsorship.

Partner up with charitable organizations and donate products to build relationships, create positive PR and press, and get the company’s name out there to be associated with charity, good will and doing well for others.

Sure, there would be a big up-front cost to give away product and labor, but I just believe that there’s enough evidence out in the world of business that proves that those companies who have been unafraid to give shit away, have managed to prosper and flourish in the long game.

Frankly, in the sterile, copy what everyone else is doing world of business, I would just love to take the reigns of a company like the one I work for, and love to try and shake shit up and see if I could rock the boat and succeed and thrive using ideas of my own that I don’t have to push through and climb the ladder with.

One can dream.  I have little desire to actually be in the role of a CEO, I’m someone who needs to work, and being a figurehead and a fall guy doesn’t seem like much of a job to me, but one can still dream about wanting to make change.

Another November, another 50,000 words

With two days to spare, I crossed the 50,000 word threshold for the sixth time.  If I dedicate enough to even start, I refuse to fail; I have not, not succeeded to hit 50,000 in the six times that I’ve tried this.

The Siffee Food Chain is a story that was meant to lampoon the SyFy Channel’s endless parade of “combo-monster-animal” movies, but somewhere along the line, an actual story actually began to emerge as I was writing about the adventures of Megashark, Sharktopus, Velocipython, Supergator, Dinocroc and Megaraptor.  About how mankind’s inherent desire to constantly play God eventually digs themselves deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole as their creations constantly end up going rogue, and bigger, badder creations are necessary to combat the old evils, until they too eventually revolt.

Yes, the premise of my story this year was absolutely putrid crap, but that hasn’t been the reason I’ve been doing this, and I don’t think has been since the first time I ever tried it.  As someone who really likes to write a lot, it’s always a fairly interesting experiment whenever I embark on Nanowrimo, because in the effort to put 50,000+ words together, you really are enlightened to what your current vernacular really is like.  The kinds of words you fall back onto, the choices of adjectives and verbs, and how you get around to explaining and writing situations without sounding too repetitive.  It also really makes you realize that your wealth of word choices may or may not be as diverse and expansive as you may or may not have thought it was.

No matter, another November, another successful 50,000-word adventure.  Needless to say, I always feel a good bit of relief and a weight lifted off my shoulders when I finish, because now I can get back to brogging about nonsensical crap instead of writing about mythical fake monsters.  The ironic thing is that I honestly think this would have a possibility of being greenlit by the SyFy network.

Hi brog, I’ve been busy lately

It’s not that I’m neglecting my brog, but the truth of the matter is that I actually kind of have been busy this month.  A couple things have happened that had necessitated some travel, a couple things have happened that have consumed a good deal of my personal time, and lastly I’m once again taking part in National Novel Writing Month, which is pretty much taking up the rest of everything else.  The quest to put down 50,000 words in a 30-day span, which I sometimes wonder why I do other than personal torment.

As of now, I’m in great shape, well ahead of the pace, and currently sitting at around 27,500+ words.  I would never share this putrid story with anyone else, but if I could describe it in a brief synopsis, think SyFy channel, but way worse better.  I’m actually wondering if I could sell this to SyFy after I finish as a potential screenplay.

I’ll admit that ever since I have gotten on the Facebook wagon, that I haven’t been writing as much on my brog either.  Granted, most of my October was spent on two long vacations, and this has been a month of literary writing abandon, but it’s not like I don’t have any opportunity to brog anymore, either.  Sometimes I find myself wondering if I should write something on my brog, in 300 words or more, or if I should dumb it down to a succinct statement and share it on Facebook instead.  Ultimately, my brog will always mean more to me than Facebook will, but I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve written things as Facebook status updates that I might have turned into more elaborate posts here.

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50,712 words later

Another year attempted, another year succeeded.  In spite of hiatuses such as NekoCon and a lengthy trip out to Arizona, I still managed to get my 50,000 words done, for another year.

The Baseball Gods Must Be Crazy, a story about Texas Rangers manager Ron Washington, the agony of defeat, torment from the intangible Pressure, and the pursuit of Salvation; from a highly unexpected and ambitious source.  I’m not going to lie, much of this is putrid, so I won’t be bothering to share it with the rest of the world.  But I’m still pleased, nonetheless, at my ability to actually put forth the effort and get 50,000 words out in the allotted time span, despite my hurky-jerky schedule these days.

So with this literary challenge successfully traversed for another year, I’m free to pursue other things again, like writing on my brog, updating my baseball park site and reading books and works of far talented, successful and legitimate authors, instead of hacking away at my own swill.  Also, I’ll be delving into Dead Island.  That is, when I can wrest Xbox time away from Jen, who’s playing Skyrim.

Photos: Thanksgiving for the wayward

Blue Steel says it all.

Thanksgivings have been great since I started staying home for them, instead of traveling.  This year was no exception.  The destrucity of a 27 lb. turkey, successful Black Friday shopping, and the near completion of my Nanowrimo for the fourth time, all while sleeping in gratuitous amounts.  My kind of weekend.

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Another successful Black Friday

Too easy.  It’s like being pitched a grapefruit to hit.

Although, it was something that kept me laughing for the better part of the day.

I don’t know why I’m writing about Black Friday first, when I’ve got other things that I should be writing first, like my Nanowrimo story that I’m falling behind the pace with, or the baseball column I write every week, but here we stand.

I’ve been awake since 3:00 a.m., and I’ve probably spent around $600 over the last 24 hours.  Some of it is for gift purposes, some of it is for personal indulgence, and some for simply house or useful purposes.  But the good news is that the whole Black Friday experience, which naturally has a very high chance of disappointment, was once again fortuitous for me this year, as it was the last few years I’ve spent Thanksgiving at home, and not traveling.

I bought a new home theater system, since my previous one crapped out on me; note to all, it was a RCA unit, meaning all RCA products are now dead to me.  And the verdict is instantaneously an improvement, as the surround sound on this Panasonic unit is exquisite.  The rest of the stuff I spent money on were mostly clothing, housewares, and miscellaneous things needed around the house, but all in all, I feel good about this Black Friday, and felt an impulse to write about it.  It’s nice to be one not seeking a new television, video game console, computer, tablet or three-item Crock pot, because then the chances of landing what you really want seem slightly better.

Although I thought there would be more for me to write about, apparently there isn’t.  Either fatigue is fucking with my head, or really beyond the ironically humorous visual provided, there really wasn’t that much for me to have written about when I should be saving these words for Nanowrimo instead.

Neko-Con Stories: Yoshi at the bar

As far as Nanowrimo is concerned, amazingly, I’m off to a fantastic start.  After the first six days in November, I’ve already surpassed the first 10,000 word mark.  That being said, I feel like I’m in a fairly good place, and can take some time to play catch up with my precious brog.  And since I just got back from Neko-Con, I’ve got some things to say and show.

Firstly, to no surprise, I feel old as shit, because I’m 29-years old, and watching a bunch of 12-17 year olds parading around like retards or jailbait.  Clearly, I’m out of touch to some degree, as this is literally the first anime con I’ve been to in like 6-7 years.  I don’t understand why there is such an increase of fake wannabe ravers, why people are fascinated with animal tails, why people love wearing full-bodied mascot/animal pajamas, and most of all, why there are so many people running around wearing surgical masks with stupid pins, flair, and chains hanging off of them.

But anyway, more will be written when I get to it, or remember to write about it, but until then, enjoy the litany of random shit related loosely to Neko-Con in coming days.  Like ronery Yoshi sitting at the bar feeling melancholy and wanting the hard shit.