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The Wise Warrior Avoids The Battle

I know not many of my readers are business types, but I feel like having a business-based rant today.

I’m in charge of marketing, SEO, social media management, online presence, etc for the Resort….and I’ve noticed a few things in these fields. 

From a business owner / CEO perspective, they all seem to think that the ‘Millenial’ way of doing business is unsustainable, childish, unrealistic, lax, unproductive, foolish, and risky.

They don’t see the point, nor even the benefits of actually communicating one-on-one with their potential ‘consumers’ on social media.

When they DO try to ‘do the twitter’ or join ‘the facebook’, they make such shitty, stupid rookie mistakes that everyone on the internet laughs at them, they get embarrassed, and then they usually say or do something that ends up with their company getting a huge pariah scar.
Then they blame everyone but themselves for the fact that they’re old, outdated, irrelevant, not funny or witty, and dying off.

I’ve read countless articles in the last few weeks that say Gen Y is lazy, unfocused, lacking valuable skills, and that we don’t know how to hunker down and do actual work.
The older folks berate us for listening to music while we work, or using unconventional office stuff like exercise balls instead of swivel chairs.
They say memes are passing fads. 
That our generation is doomed to failure and destitution because we refuse to stay at a shitty job if we hate it.
That we’re going to be in for a huge eye-opening punch in the face when we join the ‘real world’.

Well, Old folks, let me tell you a huge secret:
We’re listening to everything you’re saying about us.
And, as the adage goes….better be nice, because we’ve got control over what rest home you end up in.

What I mean is, we know how you’ve done business for the last god-knows-how-many years, pretty successfully, and you’ve made a comfortable living doing it.
We know you’ve got the keys to success in business, and we know that you’re pretty much grooming us to take over and be just like you.
We know you want to continue the ‘For-Profit’ shit.

But you know what? We don’t.

We’re used to being REALLY fucking uncomfortable.
We’re used to being in highly uncertain situations with no way out but to just start digging.
We’re creative, and we love to utilize new solutions, even if they’re made of bubblegum and toothpicks…..ESPECIALLY if they’re made of bubblegum and toothpicks, actually…and glitter.
We love new stuff,  but even more than that, we love new stuff that was made by our friends.
We love making friends, we love hanging out with those friends, we love helping our friends, and we think everyone is a potential friend.
We’re out to be comfortable and afford to eat and sleep in a safe, warm place.
We’re not out to be millionaires, because we realize we can’t make a decent meal out of paper and metal…..what we do realize however, is that if we learn to fish & forage…we can make a meal for a whole community.

Thus, our generation is a skills-based economic model, with a giant focus on collaborative community participation.
We don’t want your damn paper and metal money anymore. 
We realize you are sick, and you need to be cured.
If you refuse treatment, we will cut you off and out of our society.
If you try to harm us, we will not retaliate in conventional ways.
We are better than hair-pulling and rock throwing.
We’ll shine a bright light on you and your behavior and we will refuse to speak to you further.
We will shame you into self-punishment.

Sorry, but we rule the playgrounds now.
We are the fastest growing population on earth, and we’re all pretty fucking independent, intelligent, and we have a thirst for knowledge like the desert thirsts for rain.
We want our businesses to grow, prosper, but also remember their communities and customers. 
We don’t want your leash-like ties and your uncomfortable, media-okayed uniform of suits, briefcases, and shiny black shoes….we’re much more comfortable in clothing that allows our bodies the space and freedom to breathe.

(Not saying we don’t like to dress up, because we do, but we also realize it’s just a fun costume, it shouldn’t be your go-to definition for how you conduct yourself socially.)

We want the freedom to work, but also the freedom to have some fun….because we all realize none of us gets out of here alive.
Being alive should be fun! 
Businesses and companies should serve a larger purpose beyond trying to make a cult following in order to make a few more bucks to hoard away in some far-off bank account.

If you, as a business owner do not give a shit about us, we will not give a shit about you. 
And you want us to give a shit about you, because you need our money.
We’d rather give our money to our friends and family, because we know them.
We have intimate connections with them. We smile with them. Laugh with them. Cry with them. Our lives are intertwined.

That’s what you miss out on when you reject us.
In rejecting us, our business, our employment, and our generation….you are rejecting your community, your potential family, and your potential friends.

Remember when your parents told you:
‘I am your parent, I am not your best buddy!’

They fucked up….they should have been our best buddy, because our buddies know every little thing about us.

If you want to stick to the authoritarian, autocratic, boring, old-world, highbrow way of thinking and doing, by all means go ahead, but don’t expect us to live under your roof anymore….we’d rather be homeless and living on the street than put up with your pretentious shit.

 
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Posted by on July 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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A Product, But Not A Prisoner Of

Ok so I have a little time to myself now to write out a bigger bloggity….

So you knew I think that I stayed for a while at the cop station….Here are a few pictures of my time there:

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That is a few pictures of my little nippa hut….I actually didn’t mind it so much when I had 2 pillows to lay my bones on.
I learned how to play Sangka in the shelter, and so here is a picture of my home made sangka board:

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And here is the kitty that lives at the copshop that kept me company and became my best friend….her name is Mimi:

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Anyways, after I left there, I stayed with a wonderful woman who owns a group that offers free legal help to women and children dealing with abuse. Her group really does a lot of great things, and helps a lot of people….while I was there, they had a bike ride across three towns, but I couldn’t go because she had too many people in her car.
She has a fish pond, and here are a few cool shots from there:

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After I stayed at this house, I really hustled my butt off looking for a job…I met a few people in Valencia that introduced me to a few others, and one of the introductions was to the owners of White Chocolate Hills resort in Zamboangita….They liked me, and so they hired me!

The terrible part was that I had accepted a job with an older lady in Dumaguete, under the impression that I would be her companion, and do errands, some cooking, and bending and reaching for things that she needed….unfortunately, the job turned out to be more of a live-in maid situation, and also required me to give medical care if needed, which included needles.

Now, I don’t care if they’re mini-diabetes needles that you don’t even see….I DON’T FREAKIN DO NEEDLES.
PERIOD.
ZIPPO.

And the offer for the resort had exactly the same perks, room and board and meals….but also was offering double the salary.
I had to think ahead, and worry about my financial future. I took the job with the resort and I had to politely tell the Lady that I couldn’t work for her….it was a bit of an uncomfortable talk, but things are ok now, she’s fine…..

Her friend, a local writer for a local newspaper, however…was downright rude and insulting, telling me I had made a mistake, chose wrongly, ‘no wonder you’ve had so many jobs in your life’ and that I only look at the short term, not the long-run.

Excuse You?
I didn’t realize you knew me like that!
Furthermore, it is my very, very humble opinion that working for a company that provides health and security benefits, an actual contract, and whom do work with local charities and conservation groups, and are researching local marine preservation and aquaponics systems is looking further into the future than you can do, Buster.

Dude was WAY off base with his assumptions and judgements….but then again….most people who judge me are pretty darn off base.
I’m much more hidden to people than they realize.

Oh well.
I am having a great time here, and I’ve only been here two days.
I leave you with flowers that remind me of birds.

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Posted by on April 3, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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The Rabbit Shrieks, Dying in The Green Meadows

Well, I’m sure you all have heard now about Typhoon Yolanda…
Obviously, I’m doing fine, though we had about two days with spotty power.

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The above map is to show exactly what happened where… the typhoon hit from the right side, and Tacloban is apparently the worst-hit area.

I live juuust outside Dumaguete, which as you can see, is fairly sheltered from anything hitting us. I am also living in an elevated area, not at the top of a mountain per se, but definitely way above sea-level, and far away from a coastal area… 
It is about a twenty minute scooter ride to the coast from my area, and about ten-to-fifteen minutes to the top of the mountain.

A lot of the time, Manila is the hardest hit from these storms, but this one was a bit more central and knocked a lot of people on their butts… And that is seriously putting it mildly.

I actually hadn’t realized the extent of the damage, or the sickening death toll until today when I got back online.
Our area was not badly hit whatsoever. 

The wind picked up maybe five times, and it rained for the entire day, but it wasn’t torrential or worrisome amounts… during the height of the storm in our area, I compared it to basically a regular summer evening storm in Halifax, Nova Scotia…
Even when I was hitch hiking through Montreal, I’ve seen worse storms…
There was a night in Montreal that it rained so badly the street flooded up to our shins within ten minutes, and a crowd of people had to wait out the rain in a shopping mall.

My point had been that I didn’t think whatsoever that the other parts of this beautiful country would have it so badly.
Apparently the death toll is nearing ten thousand people, and the destruction of towns along the coasts is easily within the billion dollar range.

I’m so surprised that what can be total horror for one part of this country can be just a wisp of air in another… I know it’s like that for every country, I’m sure, but this storm really nailed that fact home for me. 
This place is made up of over seven thousand islands, and each and every one is as different as night and day.

I definitely count myself very lucky to be in a safe-haven of an area, weather-wise.

 
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Posted by on November 10, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Art is Art, Water is Water, and Stewed Cranberries Are More Like Prunes Than Rhubarb

Well, I spent all night and day yesterday cleaning up old pictures of Damon’s, and putting together a simple website for him and his art. I think it turned out pretty darn good, and you can find it here:

www.orphanworks.weebly.com

A lot of his work was lost or damaged badly in a flood a few years back, but I did what I could, took my photos (( With Donna’s Camera, for all wondering souls, )) Cleaned the pictures up, put borders on ’em with GIMP, and uploaded them.

He’s such a darn talented man.

He’s also the type of artist who doesn’t really like the idea of selling his art, selling out to people who want ‘more sex’ and less story….There was an incident years ago when he still lived in Montreal he tells me about… Some hotshot from NYC wanted to see about publishing his book about Menalucia… They flew him out, schmoozed him, then got down to business.

They told him Mennie wasn’t ‘sexy’ enough, and that changes to her character would be needed.

Now, I know you lovely readers don’t know Mennie, but she’s a hero in her own right, a strong, brassy, brash character, Alive in the time of World War Two, and she certainly needs no ‘sexing up’, …She’d punch a guy in the face in a heartbeat for suggesting such a thing.

Needless to say, the book still isn’t published, and he’s highly protective of the pages he has left.
To be completely honest, even I still haven’t tried to read it.

So he told me the other night that if I wanted to be his agent, I could have the job, and I want to get his art and talent out to the few souls who would actually & sincerely appreciate his stuff.

Feel free to share his site, and please get back to us with any sort of questions or comments.
I would like to point out however, that this is my personal blog…all commission work that you may like to speak to him about can be done through his site.
I do take donations here, but I cannot guarantee that your donation will receive a gift from this point on….not only do I not want to flood him with work, but I also want to keep the two lines separate.
His site is his, mine is mine. I personally feel like it’s better business practice to do so.

(( As for your rose, Miss Lady, don’t worry, he’s already sat down and deliberated about it, he has a design in mind, and I think you’ll really, REALLY like it when it’s completed. ))

I shall leave you today with a picture he did of Violette Szabo….another amazing historical figure…she was a WW2 Secret Agent, organized resistance networks all over the place, and was ultimately executed by firing squad at Ravensbrück camp at the age of Twenty Three.

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Posted by on October 30, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Keeping Regular – Good for the System

Well, I almost didn’t write a new post today…no news is usually good news, but I suppose being the author of a bloggity…no news is bad views?

So I suppose I shall talk today about driving on the Scoopy.

Way back in the day, when I was a little youngster, I thought it would be awesome to get my driver’s license… a personal milestone of life-changing grandeur, opening a whole new world of opportunities and greatness. I couldn’t wait to turn sixteen and buy a cheap rust-bucket to call my own.
As sixteen got closer and closer to becoming a reality, I realized that having a car was highly overrated, way too expensive, and much more work than I was willing to put in, and in the end, I never ended up getting my license.

When I moved out to the Philippines at first, the roads and traffic terrified me… the people here are insane on the road, and rivaled only by Montreal, in my mind.
My husby Damon told me I would get used to it, and that while it looks chaotic and dangerous, there actually is somewhat of a method for driving here. I thought he was just as insane as the rest, especially after telling me that when he’s alone on the bike, he drifts around corners and reaches speeds of over eighty without a helmet… Can you say potential street pizza???

Eventually though, after about four months of my being here, I got the driving itch. One day when there was nothing going on and I was ready to crawl out of my own skin at the boredom I was feeling, I decided to hop on the bike and go for a spin.

Previous to this, my only experience with the bike was being on the back with him, and one teensy instance of driving it from the Sari-sari to our house…a grand, majestic total of about a two-minute trip down the driveway.
I had never driven a car in my life, let alone a scooter, which is what we own.

So the day I drove alone, I went up the mountain… Deciding that since I hadn’t been up that way yet after months of asking Damon to take me, I’d just go right ahead and take my damn self.

I have to say, it was a lovely drive, the flowers, trees and various plant life here are all breathtaking, not to mention the scenic views of the city from the mountainside.
I could feel the local people all staring at me, and a few tried to get my attention, or said hello as I drove past… but being a foreigner here, it’s getting to be a normal thing for me to experience.

I almost drove myself off the road trying to avoid a baby chicken, and at one point I was stopped by a large herd of goats, but other than that, the ride up was smooth and beautiful.
I found what looks to be a park, that I want to investigate further, and I saw an old Lady sweeping grass clippings off the side of the road. I took the time to appreciate and admire her work, the way the freshly swept soil looked richer and darker for her doing so…

The way back home was a bit frustrating, I definitely got lost, and got a few smirks from people as I passed them more than three times trying to find my way…
I decided at one point to stop and ask for directions, and realized as soon as I did that I was on my own darn street.

I got home just before the tank ran dry, and decided I think I may very well fancy this driving stuff… I can’t wait to go out and adventure again…next time, I’ll remember to bring my camera.

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Posted by on September 18, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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