Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Happy Birthday My Goat! Love, Your Monkey.

60 years. 31,536,000 minutes. 21,900 sunsets. All measurements of time, but not of the heart.
Today, mom, I wish you the happiest of days, from my heart to yours.  

I needn’t go into all the ways in which your friends love you; you already know.  I needn’t go into all the ways in which your family loves you; you already know.  But most of all I needn’t go into all the ways in which your daughter loves you; you definitely already know I love you.

Therefore, I’ll let you know why you’re a goat!  We all know the Chinese are good at ping pong, math, and producing iPhones – but they hit the nail on the head with their zodiac signs.

Hailing from Southwest Asia and Eastern Europe, the goat’s characteristics include:

  • Creativity, intelligence, dependability, and calmness. (Yup; you have your moments of brilliance; you’ll always be there, just late; and yes you’re definitely composed)
  •  Nurturing, natural care-givers. (For sure. I’m living proof, as is dad and Drew. You were also always there for your mom and dad. And well almost everyone else I can think of that are important to you…)
  •  Artistic, and enjoy expressing themselves in that way. (Everyday with your clothes and your shop)
  •  Appreciate the finer things in life, but are not snobbish. (Dad and your credit card bill can attest to this)
  •  Power or status at work is of very little importance. (Thank god, as you’re not going to ever achieve much power or status at MMGG)
And all those 60 year old “wood goats” out there, enjoy being helpful but this generosity is sometimes taken advantage of.  Therefore, this type of goat must spend more time on themselves. (TRUE! Couldn’t be any more true)

So happy birthday you old goat.  Like you said you’re still “young at heart”…just slightly older in a few other places. 

Do know that you’re in some good goat company, others in your flock include:  
  •          Bill Gates
  •          McDonald’s
  •          Reba
  •          Disneyland
  •          Whoopi
  •          Legos
  •          Kevin Costner
  •          Velcro
  •          Bruce Willis
  •          Fish Fingers
  •          Steve Jobs
  •          The Guinness Book of World Records
  •          And of course, Karen Braun & Julie Lieungh!

Happy 60th Birthday mom!  Enjoy the day, and every day after it!

Love,
Your Monkey


“No daughter and mother ever live apart, no matter what the distance between them.”


Monday, October 12, 2015

Still working for the man…

Many have been asking, what is it exactly that I’m doing? 

Well, contrary to popular belief, I’m not on a constant vacation.  Closer than before.  But not quite. 
Yes, I do live at the resort, which I will say has it’s benefits. No cooking, cleaning, or laundry to be done. The gym is a flight of stairs up and the beach bar a flight of stairs down. There’s a private beach, two swimming pools, and a spa.    

But living on-site does also have it’s downsides (very few and relatively speaking here), but I basically live on an island, on top of another island.  Trapped. Double-style. I now feel like I know what it’s like to live and work on a cruise ship.  Here, the entire staff lives in dorms just down the road and are essentially one big family; the management team lives on-site, so everyone always seems to be here.  No need for a phone, big brother (or a little Thai worker spy) always knows where to find me. Obviously the benefits outweigh any of this by far…but it is an interesting lifestyle change.   

Throughout the week I rarely leave the resort. My typical day consists of: waking up with the sun (and the roosters and the sounds of breakfast being set-up), going to the gym, eating breakfast at the restaurant overlooking the Andaman Sea, showering, heading down to the office (a 3-minute commute), and working until 5pm (exactly). And my evenings are generally spent reading or entertaining a special guest, watching the sunset with a drink, relaxing by the pool, dining, and then heading off to bed to do it all over again in the morning.

So, I’m still working for the man…he just happens to be a bit more easygoing.

I had to laugh when I Googled “working for the man”, and this was Urban Dictionary’s definition:
Performing a task, manual labor, or any type of assigned duty for a stupid, spineless, gutless, lazy, self-serving, worthless, anal retentive, unappreciative, disrespectful person, or organization, for money.

Yup. Sounds about like what I was used to.

In my opinion the office culture here is pretty much how it should be everywhere. Work the hours you’re supposed to work.  Take breaks, real breaks.  And smile and have a good time all while doing so. Performance-wise, meh, a little bit less stress and a little bit more fun never completely ruined any bottom lines.

Working for the man there v. here.


USA
Thailand
Lunch
A lunch break?  Those are still a thing? You must mean the lunch I take every day from my desk as I answer emails, right?

The clock strikes noon, bam, off go the office air conditioners and lights. We all head to the lunchroom together (there’s a kitchen that makes lunch for everyone daily – I seem to have thrown them for a loop being vegetarian, but each day there is fish or meat they have a bowl of eggs ready and waiting for me).  The lights don’t go back on until 1:01 pm.  You take the whole hour, or you work in the dark, like me.

Meetings
“My Outlook calendar is up-to-date, find some time for us to meet...” 
The utter inability to perform any task or project without first meeting has always been mind boggling to me.  Then, you must check-in on said project by again meeting.  And so on and so on.  It’s a vicious cycle.  Pretty soon you’re meeting to schedule your next meeting.
I haven’t seen one Outlook request in the past two weeks.  I also haven’t attended one single meeting.  And somehow this resort hasn’t collapsed?!

Emails

Have question.  Send email.
In the past, on a normal day, I would see about 100+ emails going in and out of my inbox.

Have question. Ask in-person.
Here, I now see about 4-5 emails per day.

Working 9-5


Every organization always says how great their work/life balance is “our hours are 9-5”. But what they are really saying is, “we expect you to work much longer hours if you hope to remain employed for your family.”


I actually have no clue what the starting time is here, was never mentioned as it wasn’t high on the priority list.  What I do know is that come 5 pm, half the staff is already out the door and the others are asking you to wrap it up.  The lights, A/C, and internet are all off by 5:15, at the latest.
Always “online”
Work never stops. With work emails on your phone, you’re always accessible.  If you don’t respond during “off-hours”, well then…you obviously don’t care about supporting your family. See above.
You get emails to your phone?!  Why don’t you just chat with your friends on Line or Facebook?  I don’t understand?

Not once does it cross most of their minds to “do work” on their phone.

Ahhhh so here I am.  Working for the man, trying to gain awareness in the American market for “his” business.  But you know what, for once in my life I don’t mind trying to make him money.  It truly is a little family here and the teamwork it takes to seamlessly run a resort is not a small task. So all of our successes are actually ours.  And all of our failures, also ours.  It’s just a different feeling. Almost as if “he” doesn’t actually exist.  

It’s “our” resort.  It’s “our” home.  And with that, comes pride.

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“Do what you love, love what you do.”