I know a man who makes me feel like a million dollars. When he sees me his face lights up. When he talks to me he makes eye contact, he listens to what I say, he engages in witty and active conversation. He tells me how happy he is to see me. He encourages me to see him again as soon as possible. He makes me feel amazing, and interesting, and adored.
I know a restaurant that makes me feel like a million dollars. When I drop in for dinner, they hug me and make be feel like it's been far too long since I ate there. I always apologise for never having a reservation and they pshaw and say I never need one, that there is always room for me. They settle me down and they bring me food. They check on me throughout the dining experience. They talk to me and listen to what I say. They're cheeky and funny and pose for selfies with me. They make me feel amazing, and interesting, and adored.
I went to a function where the man who makes me feel like a million dollars attended. I watched him with other people: women in particular. I saw him be the same way; he was engaging and witty with everyone. They responded with their full attention. I could see he made all the people he spoke to feel like a million bucks.
I attended a function at the restaurant along with a lot of other 'regulars' (as it turned out) and I saw them being treated the way I was; warm greetings and first-name basis. Eye contact and witty banter. Extra attention and a wonderful dining experience.
At first I was all like: aw man that's stink - it's not just me.
But then I realised: what an awesome skill to make us feel that way. What a fabulous customer experience I have in that restaurant and why the man in question is a fantastic interviewer (and does-so for a living).
In both cases, there is authenticity. There is nothing "fake" in our relationships or the relationships they have with other people. It is definitely a skill that could be stand to be honed in my life.
Boy oh boy that restaurant is lucky to have found so many staff members who can pull that experience thing off. Boy oh boy I'm pretty lucky to be able to spend time with the man who makes me feel like a million bucks because we all love to feel that way, right?
There is a man I pass most mornings when I walk from the bus to work. He sits outside the 7-11 and asks passers-by for food or money. Well, I should clarify, he *eventually* asks people for food or money. His first contact with most of us is a "good morning" or "have a good day". He moves on to asking what the time is, or wondering what the weather is like. He builds micro-relationships with us all before asking for food or money.
Sometimes I see people dropping coins into his hat or beer tray or bucket - which ever he's using on the day - and sometimes I see people handing him cups of coffee or pies or fruit.
Here's the thing though: he pours the coffee across the footpath if he's doesn't want it. I've seen him throwing the apples and oranges people have given him into the road trying to hit cars - he's got a pretty good arm. It's money he wants, not the other stuff, and he manipulates us into giving it to him.
I don't feel he's not authentic - he doesn't really need what he's asking for - he makes me feel negative feelings about him and about myself.
We're working on a project at work using the Agile methodology. It's super-great and suits our software/web updating project - not to mention my way of working too.
Trouble is, I still have to do parts of my "old" job and sometimes it's stressful. Like, really stressful. Like, if-you-need-me-to-talk-to-you-I'm-going-to-cry stressful.
A thing I've learned about myself since the Angela Merkel live-streaming incident is that when I let myself get *that* wound up about something at work, my shoulder packs a sad. A big sad. A wake-you-up-at-all-hours-of-the-night-to-remind-me-I'm-still-here sad.
My shoulder is currently very sad; and sore. The end.
The way I sketch my notes has been noticed at work. I was asked to sketch-note the 3 Minute Thesis finals and live sketch-note a lecture.
Let me tell you something: people who need to explain their thesis in under three minutes talk really fast and my cognitive speed has improved but it's still not up to scratch*. I managed to get most of the thesis titles and a few of the pertinent point, along with a pig and a poi-twirling grandma. But that was it.
My live sketch noting was for a colleague who needed to talk to a group of professional staff members (that's what they call us at the Uni) about Effective Communications. He'd shared the notes of his well-constructed talk the day before and I drew the notes on the white-board as he talked through his lecture.
I enjoyed it a lot but I'm not entirely sure he got what he had bargained for. I mean, the notes looked a lot like the notes I've done before but I don't think he'd really ever seen them properly. My notes are pretty childlike and not very sophisticated but they work for me to remember what's been said and the ideas presented.
Anyway, I enjoyed doing both sessions and I spose the proof'll be in the pudding.
It's that time of the year when I aspire to over commit to some activity or other every day for one hundred days in a row. Yeh, well you're only a section away from another overcommitment so I guess that's my thing.
Not the doing; the overcommitting.
I really thought about it this time too. I decided to move out of my comfort-zone and try for something that didn't involve drawing. I've had a ukulele for years since Willo and Fox bought me a red ukulele way back in the Melbourne days.
My #100DaysProject is to learn the ukulele well enough to sing a song by the end of the 100 days.
You would have seen in previous posts that I was making a video every day. The dealio was to star and upload a video every day for the month of August. I gave up after a couple of weeks because I was just making videos with no real reason, story-line, or purpose. Like the #100DaysProject I find committing to this really hard along with giving 100% to the work project I mentioned at the top of this update.
I let myself out of the deal to make a video every day in August to save myself and you as well so: you're welcome.
* I just watched someone back my car into a fence, slowly, and stood and watched without doing anything about it because I couldn't grok what was going on. I mean, I could *see* what was going on but I couldn't get all my crash-test-ducklings in a row enough to say STOP!