No doubt others may have a variety of adjectives to describe me, all good, of course. But, I think it’s healthy to have one you can throw out there, kind of like your business card.
Hello, my name is Desiree and I’m impartial. . . but mostly about words that describe me.
I made the unfortunate mistake a few years ago when I was having a go at getting back into the working world by not having three words to describe myself to the interviewer. I struggled to come up with three, even though I should have been prepared to sell myself considering that’s what an interview is all about. I started off with detail-oriented, to which he replied, “That only counts as one.”
I’m not sure if he was trying to be funny, but trying to sum up who I am in three words is no laughing matter. And, now that I think about it, what the hell? As if I was trying to be all slick and sneak one in under the three-word radar. All I’m saying is that I needed a thesaurus and more time than he allotted.
Needless to say, I didn’t win him over with my lack of wordsmith skills considering the position called for creativity in selling the hotel. Now, had he asked me to throw out said adjectives to describe the hotel, it would have been easily done. But, describe me? Not so much when I was, and am, still trying to figure it out.
I guess it could be summed up with the notion that I don’t like to talk about myself. Ironic, I know, considering the concept of this blog. But really, it’s more all about you talking about me. See how that works? I write about me and then you talk about me. And yes, go ahead and use condescending for edifying purposes. Ooh, or maybe narcissistic given the prompt? And now my word could be helpful, right?
At least I can say my wheels are spinning on this self-describing name thing. I sometimes see others post on Facebook a request for friends to describe them with just one word, but I’m thinking that perhaps we need to do that for ourselves.
Ever thought about which one you’d chose? Let me know so I can see if it works for me, too. Okay, so maybe lazy might work here as well.
It seems good old Dad has given me a blog post subject for tonight, nostalgia. It began earlier this evening with his posting of random photos of me around the age of my two teenage sons. Talk about blowing their minds to see me at 14. It’s also nice to recognize that the friends in the photos are still my friends today. Well, they’re more than friends at this point, they’re family. I lost them in the early 90s, but delighted to say have found all of them and this is where Facebook’s powers are used for good.
First there was a reunion with Bridgette in December of 2010. She and I met while I was working at Palais Royal in Houston back in 1989. I worked in the Men’s department, of course, and Bridgette worked in women’s fashion, naturally. No one knows fashion like Bridge. My favorite memories are of us going the Post Oak Ranch after work for happy hour. We owned that place back then! Cowboys in business suits?
We lost touch once I moved to Miami in 1994 with the Husband. I decided to look her up in 2010 as she came to mind. And what do ya know, she was living in Jacksonville! We’ve pretty much been quite a team since then and a force to be reckoned with if I may say so. Fortunately, she has retained more memories than me on our adventures. My favorite being when a less than attractive guy approached her while we were out one night. Being the loyal friend that I am, I convinced him that she was deaf. Hey, what are girlfriends for if not that?
Then there’s my girl Gayle! I’ve known Gayle for as long as I can remember and my Dad reminded me of some of the fantastic times in my life that wouldn’t have been so had she not been there. Our families went camping every 4th of July in the early 80s and later she was my requisite person for the buddy system my parents required when I began dating around 1987. And if you knew the things we got ourselves into, even after she moved to North Carolina and came to visit, you just might blush.
She and I both lost track of each other after we married and the distance didn’t help. And guess where I found her? On Facebook, in January of 2011. The first time we saw each other again I went with my family to North Carolina, we all had dinner and it was fantastic catching up. But, when she came for business to Florida and we got together without three pairs of little eyes, Shazam!
So, first, thank you dear Father for reminding me how lucky I am to have these two amazing women in my life. And, yes, thank you Facebook for reuniting me with my family.
Here's to reconnecting with those we've lost along the way and being a better person because of it.
As a follow up to my previous post, it seems defriending both family and friends continues well after the election. We have the spiteful gloating on one side and the sore-losers on the other, neither seemingly equipped with the compassion that should be instilled after a hard fought race. The immaturity usually reserved for the young with an under-developed vocabulary has spread to those who have been around long enough to know better. With most of these cases, I do understand how our passions for what we feel is right get the better of us. However, this clouds your judgment when dealing with the choices of friends and family.
This isn’t everyone, of course. We do have those who have graciously conceded defeat. And, we have those who are quietly filled with satisfaction for the outcome they had hoped would come to pass. There’s no name calling on either side within this group. No disparaging remarks for the victor or for the one defeated.
I must say, I’ve had to walk away from my computer several times to avoid commenting on illogical statements about the presidential candidates. Sometimes is just isn’t worth it. Too bad there are so many who don’t feel that way.
My photo adventures in Florida