Beware of Clumsy Squirrels
The squirrels of Silicon Valley are like no others. They love to cross the road on telephone wires. I have always wondered if one day, one wouldn’t slip and land spread eagle on my windshield. I guess that’s why you have windshield wipers.
Back when I was a newbie commuter here, I remember the first time I saw the true expertise of Silicon Valley drivers. A squirrel was running in circles at the intersection of El Monte and El Camino. Why he lost it at that time (the morning commute) and the intersection (one of the busiest in Mountain View) is a mystery. Maybe he was drunk and slip off a telephone wire. To my surprise, my up-until-now heartless fellow commuters were doing a great job of not hitting the squirrel.
It inspired me enough to add it to my book, “OLD HUSBANDS’ TALES” where a group of eclectic, high tech coworkers, who will bet on anything, lay money on the odds of a squirrel surviving in the intersection of De Anza & Stevens Creek.
Who can learn with these classmates?
To serve my bloggership better,
I gave five minutes of my copious spare time
I found it was harder to survive the workshop than to blog. Maybe that was just me.
Here’s few tips you could use in your next workshop. . . ANY WORKSHOP!
- Realize that your fellow workshoppers are idiots – This will lessen your stress level considerably.
- Bring your own coffee – If you don’t bring your own, you won’t get any. You’re too busy misunderstanding what’s going on and suffering the stress of incompetent classmates to get up and get a cup
- Take a friend – This helps you do reality checks . Is it me that doesn’t get this, or is it everyone else? (For me, unfortunately, it was me.)
- Prepare to do the real blog later – You will notice when you write the test blog that you are only competent to write a blog about how NOT to write a blog.
This workshop could change your life. For better or for worse? That’s up to you.
For all the time I’ve spent collecting lottery from my coworkers, you would think I would be a heck of a lot richer than I am. At least we are doing our part for California schools.
However, all this “loan me a dollar” and “let’s-play-these numbers” inspired me to write “OLD HUSBAND’S TALES,” a novel about a group of eclectic, high tech coworkers who hit the big one with their office lottery pool and end up with a reality TV show.
This was all wishful thinking. Every time my real-life coworkers and I had an impossible deadline or their were lay-offs, we all looked to the lottery as an oasis. Like the memory of a vacation, or the dream of one to come, it took us from our despicable reality to our new “happy place.”
Next time life isn’t working for you, go buy a lottery ticket. It will work wonders-at least for little while.