From Fast Company (a publication I didn’t realize was still in business) comes this gem:
“In a simpler time, design wasn’t harsher than a mixed-martial arts event. In the olden days, say three years ago, companies would order their new logos and new-and-improved packaging from their design fortresses on high, and the lowly customers below would quietly accept the blobby, 3D-textured versions of once-beloved logos without complaint.
No more of course, as we’ve seen all too clearly in the last month with Facebook’s reconsideration of its new look his week after a whopping 94% of users gave a thumbs down to the redesign, and Tropicana yanking its new packaging created by the Arnell Group after the primary customer reaction was that their grocery had introduced a generic store-brand O.J. and where was the orange with the straw in it?”
Read more, here.
Some drama in the family right now. Those who need to know what’s up do, and my other loyal readers – well, I appreciate your understanding.
I’m not very reachable right now, and less so via Facebook since they implemented that horrific series of changes to the UI recently. While I wasn’t addicted to Facebook, I certainly used the site a lot, and my productivity was probably down because of it. Not to worry though, because I hate the new UI so much that FB will be lucky if I log-in 1x/day or even once every couple of days.
So if you’re trying to reach me, revert to pre-FB methods, please.
I know that these are troubled times in which we live. Just recently (according to Bloomberg.com), the Federal Reserve Board of Governors – which receives daily reports on loans to banks and securities firms – refused to disclose the names of the borrowers and the loans, alleging that it would cast “a stigma” on recipients of more than $1.9 trillion of emergency credit from U.S. taxpayers and the assets the central bank is accepting as collateral. The Fed itself has said that the U.S. is facing “an unprecedented crisis” in which “loss in confidence in and between financial institutions can occur with lightning speed and devastating effects.”
One of those devastating effects will no doubt be mass unemployment and the collapse of society as we know it. Haha, just kidding (I was unduly influenced by the last “30 Rock,” when Tracy Jordan appeared on Larry King and helped bring down the Asian markets).
Efficiency and aggressiveness in one’s search for a job during this recession are two tactics that I have no problem with, and which I would encourage the unemployed to adopt. However, a word of caution: don’t spam your resume and a generic “cover letter” (delivered in email form) to EVERY EMPLOYEE of a software development company, from the customer relationship manager to the sales team, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOUR FACEBOOK PROFILE IS PUBLIC and the recipients of your unsolicited correspondence can see photos like the following (I obviously try to disguise the identity of the subject so as not to mock her, while still conveying the theme of the image and the importance maintaining some discretion in what you post to your Facebook profile, or at least how you manage public access to your FB content):
“To Whom It May Concern:
My name is XXXXXXX, and I am currently working as a marketing/advertising coordinator…Thank you in advance for taking the time to review my resume, and please feel free to contact at any time to schedule an interview.”
In the past two years I’ve reconnected with several people who were very important to me years ago, but with whom I’d lost touch over the years. Some of these reunions happened organically, some I initiated, and some came from the concentrated efforts others.
There was one person (not pictured above), lost to me, who I would occasionally try to reach out to via old and seemingly out-of-date contact information, but to no avail. Finally, however, after two years’ of irregular attempts at reaching this person but never receiving a response (or even an indication that they were aware of my efforts to contact them) they wrote me through a third party today, saying:
“The reason I haven’t responded to any of your requests is that I don’t want to be in contact with you.”
Um, OK… I’m not disappointed by this, and in fact am glad to finally know that this person considers our friendship dead because now I can scratch it off the list of things from my past that I thought might still have value now. But what is it with the notion of not balling-up and responding to the initial inquiry two years ago with something concise like, “Sorry, I’m not interested in being part of your life or having you as part of mine. You did have the correct email address for me, now please lose it.”
You mean to tell me it took this person – with whom I was incredibly intimate in many ways for many, many years – two years to finally find the courage and respect to express their disinterest in reconnecting with me? Why not just have squelched it from the beginning?
There is a crucial point of note here: I was all over the world, from the jungles of Panama to the mountains of Taiwan to the deserts of the Middle East – and this person was as much a vagabond in many respects. I didn’t even know if my occasional attempts to contact them were arriving anywhere. If it was a question of their living in the same neighborhood as me, I would have walked up to their front door, rang the bell, probably had the door slammed in my face (based on what I read today) & then moved on. But I wasn’t even aware that my messages were getting through to any station.
So, if you’re an adult, and someone from your past is trying to reconnect with you and they don’t think they have your current contact information, but in fact do, and you’re ignoring their requests because you’re not interested, any annoyance that you feel past the point of the first attempted reconnect is your own fault. Because you could simply be honest with the person and say that you weren’t interested in rebuilding a friendship. Why string it along and then act like you’ve been imposed upon, when you had the power the entire time to manage the length or frequency of interaction?
This goes for anyone who knew me from “before” (be that last month or during the last century): if you don’t like me or you don’t want to be in contact with me, but I’ve tried to contact you – just say that you don’t want to know me! It’s simple! But if you did know me and do want to reestablish contact, then you can find me through Facebook. The worst that could happen is I would say, “Sorry, I’m not interested in being part of your life or having you as part of mine. You did have the correct email address for me, now please lose it.”
“Last month the Bagger was at an industry preview of “The Reader,” and totally flipped his lid when the couple next to him chattered happily through a scene in which a young man walks silently through a concentration camp. ‘Are you twits really going to talk your way through a scene at a concentration camp?‘ he hissed.”
I love going to the movies, and because I have a friend who is an adept internet pirate, the only time I pay for a film is when I know it is “going to be good.” In those instances, I’ll pull together some of the guys and order-up VIP seats at the AMC Loews Waterfront 22, usually on opening night. Because of the cost premium for the reserved seats, the typical waterfront riff-raff is kept down on the lower level, and it’s rare to have to confront a clueless, rude moviegoer who might ruin my precious and important experience with stupid chit-chat or random texting.