Thursday, October 1, 2015

When the Cover Deceives
My daughter and I like to watch reality cooking shows on Netflix. This past summer we found The Next Food Network Star and started watching. There are only two seasons available through Netflix, 2013 and 2014. The first season was lots of fun and we were happy with Damaris as the winner. Alton Brown is one of our favorites and watching him mentor and judge is always fun. Bobby Flay and Giada make a nice balance and we manage to learn something about cooking in and amongst the fun and drama of the contestants. The second season proved to be just as entertaining and informative as the first. Last night we watched the finale and were pleasantly surprised when the contest we wanted to win did - Lenny McNab.

Just as we did with the first season, we immediately went to to see if his show was listed and my daughter said she couldn't find it. Another little bit of Internet research brought up some unpleasant news. The show has not materialized apparently because of his posts on social media. It appears plenty has been "scrubbed" from the Internet, but no show has come and it would appear unlikely to do so.

I'm sad and disappointed that he said what he said - not just the occasional slip up, but a LOT,which indicates to me that's really where his mouth and his head are.

On the other hand I am amazed that anyone who's going to put themselves out there for public scrutiny (the prize is a television show . . .) doesn't clean up their act beforehand. How hard would it have been, as soon as he knew he was selected to compete, to delete YouTube videos and postings? Did he really think saying all those derogatory things about people wouldn't come and bite him in the you know where?  Why would you jeopardize your dream? I can only imagine what the two runner-ups felt like - and the people who voted for him. Betrayed and cheated?

In this day of social media immersion, people need to realize that there's always a trail around you. I try to tell my children that what they post on social media makes a difference, someone, somewhere is watching, or will be looking. I think there's probably a certain amount of grace given to "youngsters" for poor grammar, bad language, and self-centered prattle. But the minute you want to start being taken seriously? Then I think all that needs to go by the wayside.

Lenny - you let me down. I didn't expect you to be perfect, and as the gourmet "cowboy" I gave some latitude. But the comments you made about other stars and what you'd do - never acceptable.

Food Network - you let me down too. You should have vetted a little better, or found a way to flush him out earlier in the show (he was in the bottom a few times). Please do better next time.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Lesson in Humility

Last week was a hard one. It started out well but took a nose dive on Tuesday. The worst part of it? It was no one's fault but my own. Completely and totally. I made a mistake at work that went out, literally, to the world. It wasn't part of a collaborative effort, it was all mine. It even had my name on it. I then spent the rest of the week in clean up mode, after of course my boss and her boss came up with the solution. I'm writing this not to look for sympathy, but to share what I learned out of the experience.

I took a humility walk. The experience exposed some false pride I had in myself. There's nothing wrong with taking pride in one's work, nor in having pride in one's skills and abilities. But sometimes we need the reminder that none of us are above mistakes, or infallible. I've always heard the adage "measure twice, cut once" - but I didn't. I thought I had created the database filter correctly (even though I'd never done one completely by myself before) and didn't wait to have it checked by someone more experienced. The result was spending a day and a half on cleanup in addition to my regular responsibilities. It was exhausting, both emotionally and physically.

I experienced kindness. No one said, "You're an idiot!, or You are in so much trouble!" I didn't even get in trouble for making the mistake.

I learned that hiding doesn't help. What I did get reprimanded for was not reaching out as soon as I realized the problem so that the solution could be found and implemented sooner. I needed other people to help me. Though I got into the situation by myself, I couldn't fix it on my own.

I was reminded that my strength comes from my faith in God. Prayer was my comfort when there was no one to blame but myself.

I'm glad last week is behind me.

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Strange Developments

Who's going to take care of who?
I had a lab appointment at my doctor's office yesterday. My "sort-of" annual physical is scheduled for Monday so I had to go in and get my bloodwork done so they can review all the findings with me. Of course they asked me to update all my medical records, which is much easier now that it's all on this fancy tablet. Things were zipping along until I got to the "who do you want to be able to have your medical records" page. My husband was first, then my mother-in-law, and then I started to put another family member down (you're allowed three) like I usually do. Then it hit me. I erased the name I had started, and cautiously added my oldest son to the list.

I've reached a new stage in life, one where my children can start "sort of" looking after me. Not that I need that yet, but filling in my son's name was a bit of a wake-up call.
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