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  • Old Guy Student 8:02 am on February 18, 2013 Permalink | Reply  

    MGMT300: Chapter 5–Leadership Mind & Heart Pt.1 

    MGMT300: Chapter 5–Leadership Mind & Heart Pt.1

    Note:  I am using my notes to write a paper summarizing the information contained in the chapter, by utilizing it to write the paper it helps to ensure that I retain the information.

    The first topic covered is Capacitywhich is the potential each of us has…

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  • Old Guy Student 1:37 am on February 17, 2013 Permalink | Reply  

    Random Babble 

    So, I have this friend who I met from Facebook via a random chance encounter and we started talking privately and then on the phone.  While I should be ecstatic and thinking about 50 shades of purple and black, my inner nerd keeps trying to analyze and interpret things.  The only way I can really explain it is that it makes me feel 13 again and long for the days when you could write a note on the back page of your spiral notebook, asking all of those inane questions that 13 year old boys asked the girls they had crushes on.  You know 20130216_162757those random notes that all 13 year old boys and girls write in Middle School and then on to High School?  The ones folded like origami as if the inability to refold them would ensure that you could entrust them to a mutual friend for delivery.

    I know that there are quite a few of the girls I went to High School on my Facebook list who were recipients of lots of love letters in this form delivered through the vents of their Hall locker, especially on Valentines day.  I must have written at least 100 of them for people I knew, and then a few more that I actually wrote for a girl that I had a crush on and then gave them to a guy who she liked and then convincing him to give it to her.  Call it the Cupid syndrome or something.  I know that I had lots of girls who were my friend that I secretly crushed on but was too bashful to actually tell them, especially after I told someone at a dance and asked her to dance only to have her and her friends laugh at me.

    A lot has changed since I was 15 and going to my first High School dance but still in a lot of ways I am that same young boy, terrifyingly afraid of being laughed at again.  I mean it was the basis for the cup cakes and the cookies, because I wanted to have a reason to walk up to a strange girl that I thought was beautiful and tell her so.  No strings attached, no ulterior motives other then to make her smile.  And it worked, because most of them really did smile and thought it was amazing.  But it really only made things worse because I just do not know how to do the whole ice breaking things in real life.  Then again, who does, that’s where all the cheese filled pick-up lines come from.  Speaking of pickup lines, what is the best one you have heard?  How about leaving a comment with the best one you have heard, the best one used on you and the worse one.   Help me to feel less socially awkward ok?

    So back to my friend.  We have talked a lot and I really like talking to her and I really like listening to her stories because she is such an honest and sincere person, or so she seems to be.  I have told her that I dig her and that I am in to her directly and indirectly but because of my own issues, I cannot tell how she feels.  Add to that the social awkwardness of her missing or not answering txt messages, Facebook PMs and phone calls and I just do not know if this is a sign or a legit oversight on her part.  So it makes me long for the days of passing notes in High School which plays hell with my creepy old guy warning sense.  You know, that voice in my head that triggers that line from David Wooderson, aka Mathew Mc Conaughey in Dazed & Confused.

    The “Alright, Alright” is the Old Creepy Guy warning alarm.  It goes off quite frequently now because I find myself opening my mouth and my parents come rushing out.  It’s a really scary thing because this friend of mine Karen, keeps telling me things that I am not sure I wanted to know in general let alone know about her.

    One day I posted on Facebook that a girl at school had these stretch pants on that were so tight that I could see her florescent red French cut briefs shining through the black fabric.  Karen then informed me that these were probably Yoga pants.  I made the mistake of asking “Yoga Pants?”  Maybe I was hoping for a sage, Yoda like response, like something from the Love Guru.  Un uh.  This is Facebook where we let it all hang out.  Karen told me that they were designed with a cotton crotch so women could wear them commando style.  I was sitting in the American River College Student Center when I read her response and I squealed in dismay!

    As I told Karen, I am not sure how I am supposed to process or file this away.  I am not sure I wanted to know that she goes commando when she wears Yoga pants but what is even more, I am afraid of how this knowledge will impact me.  How do I stop myself from looking at every girl that comes walking along wearing them and not look to see if they are doing it right, commando style or if they are wearing panties?  Creepy Old Guy here I come, just call me Wooderson now.  I mean, I have to look and check right?  It is a moral imperative, as Mitch Taylor told Chris Knight in Real Genius.  So, one step closer to creepy old dude and as my friend Randy would say “Creepy old dude in a van giving out cookies.”  Except it would be more like Matt Foley and living in a van down by the river.  Thanks Stephanie, for sharing your love of Chris Farley.

    So, as you can see, I am a bit weird.  I told you that above and one of the things this leadership class is teaching me is to know your own limitations and then develop skills to counter them.   So, that is what this particular blog is all about, remember the girl I mentioned above?  Well, I am in a Dating discussion group on Facebook with some truly amazing women that I count among my Facebook friends.  I love and respect all of them for their honesty and intelligence while I secretly crush on each of them hard.  I wouldn’t ever admit that to any of them, not Amy or the two Emilys.  There is a girl in the group who’s awesomeness is personified in her name and every time I see a post from her I feel like I need an insulin shot.  Her last name is of all things Sugarbaker.   But really, I am just name dropping to see if any of them will leave a comment below because I am sort of an attention slut.  I live for Facebook replies and likes on my comments and posts.  Doesn’t everyone?  Isn’t that what Facebook was designed for?  Isn’t that why people post pictures of their food?

    So anyway, remember the chick I mentioned above?  Well, I still have that dilemma and I have rambled off topic.  But really, she does exist.  The thing is I am not sure if she is just being nice to me or if she really likes me and I feel like an idiot for not knowing and like even more of an idiot for wanting to ask.  This makes me long for those days when I could just write a letter like this:
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    Unfortunately I am too afraid she would check NO and post it on her wall for all to see.  No, I really don’t think that she would do that because she is such an amazing person.  I think she knows that I think she is a really amazing person and I just need to take a deep breath and stop acting like I am 13, but it is hard sometimes isn’t it?  When you feel vulnerable, even if the other person is pretty awesome.  It’s just difficult because sometimes I miss the subtle signs that people like me.

    I dated this really awesome girl one time, and I crushed on her hard.  I knew she knew it even though I never said anything.  One day I came home from work after working the opening shift to find her in my bed, wearing my dress shirt and only her panties.  Somehow she volunteered that she had piercings, namely her nipple and the hood of her clitoris.  Of course, like a Freshman, I asked to see them never expecting her to show them to me and when she did, I was in such utter shock that I totally missed the implications.  It took a guy named Justin who I thought was my friend, to put it all in perspective.  Sadly, I later found out that Justin really didn’t like me and ridiculed me behind my back.  I tried to play it off and tell the friend who told me that it didn’t bother me, but I lied and even today it still stings like pulling that bandage off when the blood has dried.  You know, the kind that pulls the scab off, because that is sort of how this entire scenario makes me feel.

    But see, it is safe for me to write about it here, because I can share it with the people I want and they will immediately know who I am referring to.  I can share the link with her, and all I can do is hope she figures it out, as I have given enough clues that anyone who knows me and reads this should be able to figure it out.  Although I am not sure what it is I want to tell her or what I really want to ask her either.  I guess all I want to know is should I continue doing what I am doing or should I take the lack of responses sometimes as an indication?

    What makes it all that more frustrating and confusing is that it seems that the new social norm for online interactions is to ignore messages from people instead of telling them that you are just not interested.  Just looking at profiles on dating and alternative social networking sites like Fubar or Plenty Of Fish makes me realize that I am not nearly as socially awkward as most of the men out there.  It seems asking women to send pictures of their vi-jay-jay or sending pictures of their “family jewels” for appraisal and compliment have driven this situation.  Although I did read a profile where the writer actually made me laugh because se went off on the things I mentioned above.  She concluded with the term Forking that she explained is sticking a bunch of plastic forks, tines down, in someone’s front lawn like some sort of picnic gone horribly wrong.  So does anyone wanna Fork with me?

  • Old Guy Student 7:28 am on February 16, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Valentine’s Day 

    So, I am taking a management and I am learning a lot of things about Management, Leadership and myself.  One of the things I need to w0rk on is being able to just walk up to someone I have no connection with and introduce myself.  It’s something I have always had a problem with and only a little bit of alcohol has ever allowed me to be gregarious enough to do it in public.   At the same time I learned how necessary this was to being a good manager and a successful leader, I realized I needed to work on it.

    Then my friend from High School, Sean called me out of the blue, although we do talk about politics via Facebook.  I haven’t talked to Sean since High School where we were friends and it was like no time had passed.  During the course of the conversation I commented I might make and give out cupcakes.  Sean said I should, so I did.  On Wednesday since I did not have to go to school on Thursday.   I also made cookies.  Here’s the pictures with comments to prove it.

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    So, I am not an experienced baker and my first attempts were really not so awesome looking but everyone said they tasted great so,,,

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    It is amazing how difficult it is to give away free cookies this close to New Years with everyone’s resolutions still carrying over.


    Some people had genuine smiles, and my approach was simple, I walked up and introduced myself and finished with “I am weird.  Let’s just say I lost a bet and now I have to give Valentines day Peanut Butter and Chocolate cookies to beautiful girls,” and smiled.


    This young lady was sitting with a group of friends when I sat down and explained the deal.  She smiled and look how beautiful she is!  Her name is Brieanna.  She liked the picture so much she asked me to text it to her which made my day.


    Some of them smiled and blushed which made me smile and giggle like a 13 year old school boy.  Yeah, I am that nerdy.


    The first girl was amazingly cool and thought the cookies were awesome and smiled and laughed when I got all giggly.  The second girl just seemed to act like it was painful.


    Some people were really cool about it.


    And the girls in my Business Law Class got them of course.

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    So at this point, one of my friends on Campus was following me around and making fun of me, thanks Arturo. See, I remembered your name this time. Hah.


    So Arturo told me that the blond girl’s boyfriend walked up and only caught me giving her a cookie and talking to her and that when I walked away he whispered curses at my back.  I saw him walk up and I didn’t even acknowledge his existence, and I could see him shifting and flexing and acting all aggressive by showing his chest.  Look, I am a nerd, I know enough about animal aggression to see the signs.   And I knew he was all bluster and no action.  But it was funny.


    These three girls were awesome.  They took the cookie, split the cookie and ate the cookie.  I only went over there because the amazing girl on the left had a really, really short skirt and these boots that went all the way up to, well, where I probably shouldn’t be looking, so enough about that.  They were all totally awesome and seemed amazingly happy that I told they they were all beautiful.


    This trash can was by the door near the Starbucks.  National Condom Week the same week as Valentine’s Day.  No condoms needed for Steak & BJ Day.  The majority of cup cakes were handed out at my ASL Class later that night.

  • Old Guy Student 7:06 am on February 9, 2013 Permalink | Reply  

    Random Weirdness & Niceness 

    CameraZOOM-20130206155634504So the first thing I do when I arrive at school is to get in line and order my Iced Coffee at Starbucks.  I could go before I get to school and get a better drink but then I wouldn’t get the free refills.  I always ask the people around me about the…

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  • Old Guy Student 4:05 am on February 1, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    ARC’s Student Center Starbucks 

    So in the 2.5 years since I took classes at American River College, they replaced the old Student Center / Cafeteria building with a new one.  They replaced the old cafeteria with a new one replete with a Starbucks and a Subway which should have made all of the students happy.  The problem is that these are not corporately owned businesses, they are “licensed” or “franchised” to Aramark the corporation that runs the school’s food services.

    There are some major issues with this location which need to be addressed like the random differences in policies between this location and every other Starbucks location.  Although the randomness in the correctness and a lack of consistency with the taste of a lot of there drinks is just as important.  For a lot of the kids at this school, this might be the first time they have Starbucks or at the least least a very bad experience that drives them away as a customer.  I have spoken with the manager multiple times and even contacted Starbucks corporate offices to let them know how I felt.

    It is obvious from the length of time it takes for the staff to produce beverages combined with the transactions that they just do not know how to process that Aramark did not provide them real world training working in a production environment where they actually had to produce drinks.  This manifests itself in what appears like from the outside as little to no teamwork or team direction and this actually makes the process take longer.  Longer wait times in line to place their order and longer wait times after payment before their drinks are ready is eventually going to impact business.  Sure, eventually the team will figure it out and a semblance of order will descend and the wait times will drop but by then they will have potentially lost quite a few customers.  Students will improvise and get coffee from somewhere else, either bringing it from home or going to Starbucks or another coffee shop before arriving on campus.

    Since this particular Starbucks is located in the Student Center, they really do have a sort of captive audience because very few students have the time or the inclination to leave campus to get food especially at the beginning of the semester when parking is so utterly crazy.  Every Starbucks offers the benefit of free regular coffee refills if you use your card to purchase a drink and every 12 drinks you get one free.  There used to be a few other perks like the ability to ask for soy milk or a flavor shot and they were free but all of those perks have slowly been fazed out at the same time prices have gone up.  So when a student is surprised by the barista when she charges him 50 cents for the formerly free refill, it is going to come as a complete shock to them.  They are going to get upset.

    So when I contacted Starbucks with this complaint, the cheerful response from Corporate HQ was to explain that this was not a corporate store and that this location like the ones inside of Target do not always follow the corporate store policies as she explained she was sending me coupons that I did not request to buy my happiness as only the corporate world assumes it can.  Not so fast Missy, I am fully aware that it was more then likely a franchise because absolutely NO corporate location would ever open with this poorly trained and prepared crew because the corporate world just does not work like this, I explained.  The receipt that the Barista hands me says Starbucks on it not American River and not Aramark, furthermore the place looks like it was cut right out of a corporate store replete with Starbucks corporate logo.  The last time I was there, I proceeded to ask people who’s logo it was on the wall and everyone said “Starbucks.”  When I asked where they would go to complain about product or service all of them said “http://www.starbucks.com!”  I then asked her to refer me someone above her that I could explain this situation to because it involves Starbucks corporate name and reputation as well as their brand.  She responded that I was absolutely right and that she would let them know while she offered me $15 on my gift card to buy my silence.

    The problem is, I need this Starbucks and I need the free refill because I want to study, hangout and socialize in the Student Center while I drink coffee.  I am a poor college kid so I need the free refills and I understand the rules and the policy because I don’t abuse it.  I know that if I leave the Student Center to go to a class or do some other errand that I am no longer entitled to that free refill.  I usually get my refill just before I go to the class so that I have a fresh cup in the class that will last me all of class.  Even if it is not made correctly and doesn’t taste as good as the one from my neighborhood store simply because I can get it once I have arrived at school and acquired parking which is a nightmare at the beginning of the semester.


    Now, I do not fault the staff, they are doing the best that they can given the situation they are in and all of them have been extremely nice and cordial to me.  I like the manager and realize that she is not responsible for the policies of the District Manager or the parent corporation, Aramark.  I explained to the store manager the situation and the steps I had taken with this situation and that it was nothing personal although I am a little sore over some of the issues that arose.  She told me at one point that Starbucks did not have Sucralose based Caramel sweetner and that all they had was regular  Sucralose sweetener.  I use a refillable, reusable Starbucks Iced beverage cup and on the side in between the double walled plastic is a tag made by a Barista at my local Starbucks.  The tag read IV for Iced Venti and the Syrup says 5-SFC which stands for Sugar Free Caramel, which uses Sucralose for the sweetness.  Finally the Bilk is for Half & Half and the IC is for Iced Coffee.  Well, she saw the 5-SFC and it registered in her head, the training she had came back to her.  She gave me my iced coffee for free while I watched in shocked dismay as she put ice in the cup, then poured hot coffee over the top, dumped in some creamer and pumped in the sweetener and topped it off with ice.  I was to shocked to say anything and just walked away with my watery concoction.

    The next time I ordered coffee and the manager was taking the order, I mentioned that the coffee should be made hours before and allowed to cool in the refrigerator before being used and she assured me that was how they did it.  She didn’t realize that I had watched before and had seen exactly how she had made it which really insulted my intelligence.  Either she just did not remember doing it, which is more then likely the case or she remembered and lied about it in front of her entire staff.  Either way, it made me realize that I cannot trust her word and that I cannot ever trust her to make a drink for me.  Ever.  You see, I am going to ingest this beverage and it is cold which means it can harbor nasty bacteria so that, requires trust that I do not have.  But, I will more then likely continue to patronage this location because I need my Starbucks fix.

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