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Monday, February 24, 2014

I'm Hiring

I was talking with a friend the other day about how desperate I was to hire additional people to work for me and he came up with a really good idea: post it on my blog.

"After all, they're most likely web savvy and they obviously know how to write English really well."

Those are pretty much the only two major requirements for the job. Aside from the obvious honest, hard-working, etc. etc. etc.

The job can be whatever you want it to be. Part-time, full-time temporary, full-time with opportunity for growth. You make your own fortune. We're, BH, a growing company looking to expand. We're limited in taking on new clients only because we don't have enough people to handle all the work.

The work can theoretically be done from anywhere, but if they're living in NY, that would be best.

We have multiple openings.

If you're interested, or you know someone who is, please have them email me at learningtosaynothing@gmail.com

Thursday, February 13, 2014

The Power of Friends

It's 12:41 AM at the time I'm writing this.

I had an absolutely horrible day. It ranks among the worst that I can recall.

I got it over the head from several people.

I took it hard. Really hard.

I used to be a really sensitive guy and took everything that was told me to heart. Once people discovered that I didn't have skin never mind thick skin, well, the party lasted 17 years. It was tough and left me with several skeletons in my head. Over the years, I've gained a skin and learned that not everything is my fault, I'm not a worthless piece of garbage, etc.

I felt normal. I succeeded and I failed like every other human on the planet. When I failed, it didn't mean that I was worthless. When I succeeded, I didn't feel like I was the most important person in the world.

I was a person. A valuable person who could contribute to the world in some way. Far be it from me to know what that final contribution will be, but I knew it would be something, and something positive.

Today, I fell to pieces. Completely. "I'm worthless." "Nothing I have ever done has any value." I can't do anything and never will do anything." "I'll never get married and should not get married." These thoughts and myriads of others pounded my head endlessly, all day.

A few hours ago, I recognized the complete mess I was in. I also realized that nothing I was doing was working to get me out of the funk. I wracked my brain to think of a person I wanted to talk to who could help (who wasn't incredibly busy with school or work).

One person came to mind. I texted him at 9 PM and asked if he was free. He called me back at 12.

He then proceeded to give it to me over the head, joining the others in the theme of the day.

He picked me up. Put me back on my feet. Cleared my head. Brought me back to Earth. Reminded me that I'm not the first person to make a mistake. Reminded me of my strengths. Reminded me of the person he is proud to call a friend.

There's a famous vort that is said about the story of Iyov. Why is it that the Satan, who was given carte blanch, to do what he wanted with Iyov, didn't take away his friends? His wife, his money, his health and everything else he had the Satan took away, but throughout the story, his friends remain with him, conversing.

The answer given is because friends are the one thing that people can't do without. Pain, poverty, sickness are all things that can be overcome, but without friends, it isn't possible.

I understood in an intellectual sense what that vort meant until tonight. Now I get it wholly and completely.

I would have been lost without my friend tonight. I would not have been able to pick myself up. I had tried and tried, but couldn't do it.

When I couldn't do it, my friend did it for me. The Power of Friends.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Chemistry is Real

You may have read the title and rolled your eyes.

"Uh, duh, of course chemistry is real. What does that even mean?"

Let me explain. A few months ago, after a fourth date that I thought went really well, I got a call from the "shadchan" telling me that the girl said no. I insisted on going out again (I would normally  never dare, but I felt there was something there) so the girl called me herself to explain why she was saying no...and say no again :-( :-P

"I didn't feel like sharing anything about myself with you."

Ouch.

I had no idea what that meant. I mean, it was a fourth date! Who would be able to pour out their life story to a date, with all of their troubles and skeletons after going out 4 times?

Jump to last night.

I got it.

While it was a fun date, there was, on a scale from 1-10, a 0.7 on the chemistry spectrum. It wasn't that I don't think she's a wonderful girl, because she really is. I just had absolutely no pull to tell her anything about myself. I felt, er, unexcited about calling her or spending time with her.

Until last night, when I heard the stories of dates saying "I didn't feel any chemistry" I would cynically say that he/she was using that as the generic excuse to not have to say something potentially offend the receiving party (which, in my humble opinion, is fine. I'd prefer a girl to not believe the "chemistry" reason than tell her I found her extraordinarily unattractive.)

Sometimes the reason of "I didn't feel any chemistry" is just that: the reason.

Oh, and hi y'all. I'm back :-)