I hope this isn’t too frivolous to be considered a waste of bandwidth, but I was feeling good today so I went for a walk. I had my camera when I came upon this:
I believe there are certain requirements for certain jobs. Sign changers have to fail a spelling test, and drive through order takers have to fail a comprehensibility test.
If you have one of those positions and CAN spell/articulate, you weren’t screened carefully enough.
Well, if you start wondering about it, which might be best not to do, it can be sort of strange. What children are they talking about? They might have some drive going on inside to help children, but for all I know it is some poor woman working there telling some dude that his child support check hasn’t come yet. It doesn’t have anything around it that relates to anything except tacos so it seems sort of hard to interpret. I guess they could be thanking us ahead of time for any support we give to children which is certainly a good thing. I guess it seems more weird than funny. And then the misspelling (hope I spelled that right) just adds to the strangeness.
Are you criticizing her as a person or as a moderator? Because, I have to tell you, if this is your “moderator” hat, I don’t think this is an appropriate role for a moderator. I’m not saying that I think that’s what you’re doing, but it sure does come to mind. Well, to my mind, at least. Might not to others’ minds, but I bet there are at least a few of us to whose minds it came. Even if she was overanalyzing, what would be so wrong with that? Sometimes it’s good to explore topics and discover their varying facets and intricacies. I enjoy doing this, and it looks like Cynth does, too. She’s a person who can see things from other perspectives, that’s for sure. So, I’m not clear on why you’re down on Cynth today, or you in fact are, although it sure seems that way, but I just hope that it’s not a new trend for moderators, because that would be a Dark Cloud on the Chiffy horizon. Until now, my view of moderators has been that they provide a humorous je ne sais quoi, rather like jesters in medieval courts. Comic relief, so to speak. I would hate to see that going by the wayside with your appointment to the exalted position. As side-splitting as your socks may be, personal criticism isn’t the sort of thing to provoke giggles when it comes from a moderator. In my opinion. Which is still heavily colored by a certain outrage perpetrated upon my fluffy person in Minnesota. Don’t think I’ve forgotten. How could I? Just look at my avatar! My fleece still hasn’t grown out!!!
Cynth, I think you did a good job pointing out all the possible angles to this story. You go, girl!
Lamby, I do appreciate your appreciation of my angles. This (compulsion is the word that comes to mind) habit of mine is one that drives my sister totally insane. She just isn’t into wondering at all. I suppose it is the pursuing of each and every possible angle that drives her nuts. So thank you for bearing with me in my exploration of the sign .
As always in this strange printed form of communication, sometimes something will come across one way to one person and differently to another. Heck, sometimes it depends on whether I read it before or after I drink my coffee. I am sure as ever I could be that Nano was pulling my leg in a nice way and in the same way as always. We’ve had a little joking before about my going into a lot of detail and asking detailed questions, so there’s a little humor behind there too that wouldn’t necessarily be obvious.
I think Nano knows I’m not that far away from Minneapolis, although he may not know how big I am, so he wouldn’t really be looking for a fight . Also, I could send my friend with the tambourine up there.
Actually, Nano is in a funny situation. The other day he said “Great idea, Cynth!” to me and I accused him of sounding too much like a moderator!
About your fleece. Don’t they have some kind of elixir for that? Patchy fleece could really affect a lamb’s point of view, to say the least!
Thank you. We both have been ribbing each other for a while, now, and for an Iowan, you’re pretty good at it.
Fight? Hell, no. I’d just tell you to find me at the local session (and direct you to the one where the jug band folks hang out ) That friend of yours with the tambourine, though…I have to say I think of her somehow when I try to envision you. Sort of a happy, devil-may-care party gal. With a tambourine. And sunglasses Elton John would kill for.