Romantic Cynic: A Face for the Fantasy

A couple of weeks ago, I met a boy (as Chivis would say).  He was everything I needed to know at the moment: cute, amazing body, fun, seemingly genuine and COMPLETELY not for me (not in order of importance, just in order of what I noticed 🙂 ).  Nothing could really be expected from this encounter other than the immediate excitement.  And as the excitement passed, I accepted that it had to b/c we were not in the same place in our lives, figuratively or literally.  However, that realization did not affect the nearly immediate daydreaming involving him.

You see while I am (and will probably always be) a cynic and extremely girly or cutsy things (or movies) make me physically ill, I am also a hopeless romantic.  A single flower for no reason and self-made CDs, notes in the pocket of my jacket and a sweet text message in the middle of the afternoon, asking about my friends and seeming interested, opening my car door, taking my dog out in the rain b/c I just got a relaxer, things like that regrettably make me (for lack of a better word) swoon.  Don’t tell me I’m beautiful when I’ve never felt more unattractive or take care of me when I’m sick if you don’t want me to want to remember it.

However, being a person who avoids any possibilities of relationships past friendship (don’t ask me why, I haven’t dug that deep into my subconscious yet), I don’t often encounter people I would allow to make me swoon.  Most often if they do, they fell into my lap, therefore catching me off guard, as did this boy.

Being a romantic cynic has its perks in that you can judge and appreciate anyone and their gestures as you like.  However, it generally just serves to foster a wonderful imagination.  Just b/c you don’t do relationships doesn’t mean you can’t know (and imagine) what someone would have to do to absolutely render you weak in the knees.  If there’s not enough personal material to pull from, you simply create it.  (The beauty of a daydream)  This provides those fleeting crushes (or infatuations depending on the situation) with yet another purpose: to serve as the face of your current fantasy.  You know this person would (probably) never do the things you daydream about but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t.  The imaginary man of your dreams temporarily has a distinct name and face (or more).

To say/write this out loud is a little strange but I promised to speak only the truth.  So for now my imaginary prince charming has a face (and abs) I can describe and care to remember. 

Personally judging but forever honest,

Jo’van

Eye of the Beholder: Health vs. Vanity

I’m on a fresh gym kick right now.  I’ve had this gym membership for about two years and every few months, something prompts me to re-engage w/ the elliptical machine.  (Usually when my pants are uncomfortable.)  I’ve often said that I go to the gym b/c I like my current wardrobe and want to compliment my closet rather than start over with a larger size.  However, I wonder just how true that is.  Would I be as bothered by baggy booty from losing 23 lbs as I seem to be about the virgin-ing muffin top from gaining those 23 (seeming all in one location) in a year? 

You see the problem is that I was not properly equipt for this particular issue.  From age 4 to about 15, I was an absolute STICK.  Looking back at pictures, it was kind of sick.  No matter what I ate and how little I did, I was thin.  I graduated highschool at 5’9 and under 130 lbs.  Somewhere in college, I filled out and became “normal.”  I can handle normal.  I’ve been told it looks good on me.  I’ll take it.  (It’s very convenient that my shoe and pant sizes are now the same.)

Every time I’ve been back in the gym for a few weeks and see a slight bit of progress, I’m really tempted to just stop there.  I mean I’m just trying to tone up, not lose any weight.  (Well, that is until I really gained more than 5 lbs….)

So, I have bad knees and shoulders.  And I refuse to watch what I eat any more than the short trip it takes from my plate to my mouth.  Yes, diabetes, heart disease, and obesity run in my family.  Yes, salt and butter are my favorite ingredients for any meal.  Yes, I know that genetics are not in my favor.  BUT somehow that collection of facts is not enough to get me into the gym on a regular basis.  But give me a muffin top sighting or mid-30s looking thighs 10 years too early and you’ll soon see me huffing and puffing, breaking a sweat on the leg press with my iPod in its armband and my red Nalgene water bottle at Gold’s Gym.  (Correction: I don’t sweat, I glisten.  And by glisten, I mean sweat like a pig 5 minutes into any workout.  It’s really unattractive but I digress…)

From apples to pears, I see the shape of my future in my family.  And one day I’ll be comfortable enough with myself and/or my body to not immediately react to muffin top.  For right now though, I’ll submit to vanity and work to remain a salted, buttery piece of corn on the cob.  (Shout out to all Iowa babies!!!)

Air kiss (b/c I’m sweaty and stink),

Jo’van

Office Appropriate: Managing Up

I have to say “Manage Up” is definently the most interesting term I’ve encountered since entering the professional world.  Sure, “Circleback“, “Ping” and”Head Down” are formiddable contenders but nothing is quite as puzzling or seemingly faulted as “Manage Up.”  “Moving Forward” we’ll refer to it as simply MU. 

Very early in my career, my boss introduced me to the term when we discussed my not-so-smooth relationship with a senior colleague (please, note that I said senior colleague and not boss).  I was basically told that if I wanted to successfully (and sanely) work with this colleague, I would have to learn how to MU.   At first, the term sounded confusing, then almost empowering.  I was being tasked with a sense or level of managerial responsibility.  Only after I “Noodled Over‘ the term further did it become apparant that my “Due Diligence” in the successful excercise of this managerial responsibility would only serve to directly and positively impact the perception of my senior colleague’s managerial abilities, i.e. I realized it’s true meaning.  (Jo’van Definition: Managing Up = Learning how anyone above me works, thinks and performs and catering my delivery and workload to their quirks, no matter how ridiculous or egotistical.)  Suddenly, empowering transformed into enabling.  (I will NOT be an enabler!)

Granted, MU will be a part of everyone’s day-to-day life in corporate America.  But that doesn’t mean you have to like it. 🙂

I’d love for someone to explain to me why it is my responsibility to manage someone who’s being paid tens of thousands of dollars more than I am to manage me (amongst other things).  I can’t seem to “Wrap My Head Around” the concept and all of its implications.  Yes, they are senior to me because of their experience and years worked (even if the latter is more imporant in the hiring process).  But why would they be promoted to a position that puts people “under” them when they’re not mature enough to manage effectively AND respectfully?  OK, so maybe not everyone’s situation is that serious but the point still stands.

It is frustrating to manage a manager (and not get paid extra for it).  And yes, I do understand that there will be a transition period for a new manager.  BUT that transition should not be at the expense of your team dynamics.  Your junior colleagues are not automatically transformed into secretaries or interns.  (No disrespect, but those are simply not my titles.)  Your transition period should be about “Drillng Down” to learn to properly manage, not properly managing to piss me off on a daily basis.  (OK, off the rant…)

I’ve realized that in my case, learning to MU means:

1) Doing MY job to the best of my abilities (justifying my paycheck)

2.) Not doing YOUR job (unless you plan to share the proceeds)

3.) Staying calm as I tell you how/why I won’t be doing your job (listing my daily projects and objectives)

4.) Keeping my emails and IMs politcally correct and office appropriate (in case of an audit)

All the while 5.) Cracking jokes and smiling politely as I silently curse you out with my eyes for shortening my name (The fact that my name has common derivatives does not give you the automatic right to call me any varierty of those derivatives.  I simply don’t like it.  K?)

Hint: You’re probably safe to call people whatever they sign their internal emails.

Respectfully,

Jo’van

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