“One thing that playing video games has taught me; when you meet your enemies, it means you’re going in the right direction.”
As a general rule of thumb, if you see me in a t-shirt it’s little to no indication of the actual weather. I’m pretty sure Belgium turned me into a mutant. And I shall tell you for why.
You know how, as puberty happens, bits of your body change and set the default for what you’ll be like from now on? Your hair style might change and stay that way. Your body type becomes the way it will for the rest of your life. And likewise, your body temperature decides upon a default and sticks with it.
Segue from that into the origin story of Deadpool – the comic version, not the fantastic Ryan Reynolds’ imagining. It’s quite similar honestly with one large difference. He is trapped in a super secret government facility, ravaged by cancer and pumped full of weird comic-book-world chemicals. Then a fire happens; and it kickstarts his super-human healing ability. (Bear with me, this has a point.) The problem is, the super-power also assumes that it finds him in his default state – riddled with disease and scarred from the fire. So it keeps those things, heals him at a rate but heals him back to that stage.
Pretty sure that’s what happened in Belgium when I went on holiday there when I was 16. That was the week that my body temperature decided to regulate itself and, because it was a crazy hot week with very little cloud, it decided that my ‘default’ body temperature was ‘really bloody warm’.
And that’s why I wear t-shirts in cold weather. <end anecdote>
Your week sounds amazing! I’m so proud of you, not only for getting the promotion but also for the Employee of the Month! That’s really good especially as you’re still quite new. You’re going places, Polecat…
…and I mean that literally too. Prague looks amazing. I read all about your opera adventures and now I’m jealous. Somehow they don’t hold many operas up here in the mountain, it tends to be a little culture starved in that sense. I guess it makes up for it by having sodding great big mountains just lying around the place, doing pretty much fuck all really.
My week has been rather interesting; in a little bit of a different way. Our day off on Monday was spent exploring the last of the resorts that we hadn’t been to yet; Les Arcs 2000. The highest resor, so we were forgiven in thinking it would be the coldest. Far from it; the day was glorious; so much sun that I had to stumble to the nearest ski shop and buy a ridiculously overpriced pair of sunglasses. We found our way to a rooftop bar, boasting comfy seats, cocktails and of course beautiful views of the surrounding mountains.
After we’d drained our Mojitos (not a patch on the ones I make, I have to say) and had a wander around the resort, we came back to 1800 and found a little pizzeria, ate our fill and then came home.
And here I explain my title and quote.
As you know, I’m an ardent video gamer; so is Ash. We both brought our laptops with us, and last week I realised that a newer version of a particular game that we both enjoy had come out. The game is called Sid Meier’s Civilisation and it’s a turn-based strategy game that has a nice little multiplayer mode. You’ve played Settlers of Catan; it’s basically that in computer form, which a little more depth. Anyway, Civilisation VI has just been released, and we both picked up a copy and installed it.
Once we got home on Monday, we hooked up the two computers to each other (a long and arduous process involving wires and frustration) and spent a ery pleasant evening playing together, all nerd-like and geeky. It’s a very weird contrast; sitting in our apartment playing a video game, before coming to work with the stunningly beautiful mountains light up by the glaring sun. Whatever pangs of anti-socialism I feel as I’m sitting playing are dispelled very easily by the enjoyment that I get out of it.
I nearly called this letter ‘Abroad Games’ but I got a groan and a slap from Ash when I suggested it. 😛
It’s the tiny weird things. Here’s to the tiny weird things.
Apart from the gaming and the sunshine, this week has been mostly quiet. And from that arises a new challenge; keeping the staff busy enough that they get the right amount of hours and don’t have to dip too far into the ‘extra hours’ they worked in the busy weeks. This challenge is compounded because I’m often striving against both sides of my job; against a GM and owner who are trying to save and make money, and together with staff who are trying their best to work hard when it’s not often apparent that there’s work to be done.
I’ve always considered a manager’s job to be two-fold at its most simple. A manager should be concerned with making their place of work as much money, and attract as many customers, and have that business be as successful as possible. But equally important, a manager should be passionate about keeping things fair for their staff members, and getting as good a deal for those staff as possible. At the end of the day, the two aren’t mutually exclusive but it takes work to balance the two things. And therein lies my uphill struggle.
My reply to That Post Script discussion
I agree with you, by and large. I think that honesty should be an ideal to strive towards, as often as it can be achieved.
I also want to make it clear that what I’m talking about isn’t friend-to-friend, or in any sort of relationship; honesty is key in such things, and I think being dishonest only leads to downfall and trouble.
My thinking more applies to situations where you’re not thinking of people’s feelings, nor particularly of anything other than fairness. For instance, in the workplace you are given a directive you don’t agree with, concerning other people. ‘If this person forgets to wear a tie, their wages will be docked.’ for example. And then, lo and behold, that person forgets to wear a tie. You have a tie; you lend them a tie. The person in charge, the person who made the unfair edict, asks you whether they had a tie or not. Do you tell them the truth and ultimately cause them to lose out because of something that you think is unfair? Or do you lie and protect that person from something you don’t believe is right?
I think it’s a very easy (theoretically) moral to live by; in all thing be honest. However I also think, like a great deal of things, there are exceptions to rules. There is, if you like, a sliding scale of truthfulness that people exist on. Maybe I’m over-nuancing what should be a simple creed within myself.
On a lighter note, we need to sort your transfers! You’ll be coming out before we know it, and I need to start working on our itinerary! I can’t wait!
PS. I almost forgot to tell you about something else that I’ve been up to this week; I opened up Bootstraps and I’m back to editing it when I can. I’m determined to have it finished sooner rather later; whenever I give myself an exact time and date I end up missing it so I won’t do that. But soon. I shall have it finished soon.