Suffice it to say I eat out often. It’s probably because my wife and I both have unconventional jobs that lead to us being out of town for long periods of time. When we’re in town, and because we’re not always sure how long we’re going to be here, we tend to buy very little food and try to catch something on the fly.
This sometimes leads to some very interesting experiences when we encounter restaurants. I’ve had three specific instances that I’m going to mention.
After dinner, I was looking forward to having some kind of spectacular ice cream sundae. However, when I asked them what kind of flavors they had, the waitress said “We’ve run out of ice cream.” I looked at her, then I exclaimed “How could you run out of ice cream? How can a place called Steak and Sundae not have any sundae?” I thought it was a fair question to ask, even though there was nothing she could do about it. I decided I wasn’t in the mood for dessert after that.
The next interesting event happened to be at an IHOP when my wife and I were in Virginia Beach for a family reunion. We decided to go there for breakfast along with some of my other relatives and I noticed they had grits on the menu. There’s not a lot of restaurants up north that make grits, which left me thinking that Virginia Beach is in Virginia, which is in the south, so I ordered them.
When the bowl of grits came, it had about a half inch of water sitting on top of them. I’m not sure if everyone is familiar with grits, but you’re familiar with food and there is no food I can think of that’s not called “soup” that has half an inch of water on top of it. When she came back I pointed at the grits and said “These haven’t been cooked properly.” She asked me if I wanted them to microwave it. I stared at her first, then informed her that you can’t microwave grits (which they didn’t have in 2001), and that I didn’t want them.
With those experiences in my life, you would think I would have been prepared for what happened last Saturday night.
I went out with a few friends to celebrate the birthday for one of them. We started out the night in Revolutions at DestinyNY with a little snack, then a round of bowling, which I didn’t participate in because of my bad knees. After an hour (that’s how they charge for bowling now; intriguing…), someone suggested we go to IHOP for whatever reason. I figured that would be cool because then I could have some pancakes. I hadn’t had pancakes since the IHOP closed in Camillus a couple of years ago.
We walked over to IHOP and were seated in a large booth. There were probably more people in there than I’ve ever seen before, but it wasn’t close to being packed. It took us a while before we could actually order our meals, and the person waiting on us was Terry. This is a guy by the way just so I get that out of the way up front; he’s prominent in this story.
Out of the five of us, four ordered something that came with pancakes. I specifically ordered pancakes with a slice of ham because I wasn’t overly hungry, but figured since I rarely get to an IHOP, as it’s the only place I ever eat pancakes, I would take a shot. I was feeling pretty good because when I get good pancakes I usually love them.
I should have known trouble might be coming when I got my soda and it tasted a bit off. I wasn’t quite sure why, but I hadn’t thought that much about it although I wasn’t drinking much of it.
About 15 minutes later, Terry comes back and announces that he has been told that they have run out of buttermilk pancake mix in the back and therefore there are no pancakes. He said that they would switch it over to French toast instead if we didn’t mind. The other three people decided they could make that switch; I’m not quite that accommodating.
The first thing I said was that I don’t eat French toast because the thought of dipping bread in egg and then cooking it dosn’t fit my sensibilities.
The second thing I said was “How does a place called IHOP, International House of Pancakes, which is open 24/7 in a large mall, run out of the things they’re specifically known for?” I probably said a couple of other things, but since I’m generally nice they were probably more sarcastic than anything else. However, it was nice to realize that my thought patterns are still the same 16 years later.
Instead of pancakes, I ordered the cheeseburger with onion rings that you see in the picture above, though it took me about 10 minutes to decide what I wanted since their specialty is breakfast stuff, and almost all of it comes with pancakes. I can tell you that the hamburger was pretty pedestrian, the bun was stale, and the onion rings were soft and smushy; ugh. By the way, it turns out the reason my soda didn’t taste right was because I had asked for a diet soda and they brought me regular. At least I didn’t get too far into that.
To his credit, Terry never showed a single sign of stress. Actually, he never showed any real emotion at all, though he did talk to us here and there. I would say he checked on us often, except we were there about 2 1/2 hours and based on that period of time we didn’t see him as often as I thought we had. Still, he had to put up with us, who luckily were having a pretty good time so there was never a period of anger, even when I was fussing about them having no pancakes.
When Terry finally brought our check, I said “You know I’m going to have to write a story about all this right? I’ll change your name to protect the innocent, since you personally didn’t run out of pancake mix”. He said “No, you put my name in there. It’s the truth and it might be funny seeing my name in the story”. As if he or anyone at IHOP will ever actually acknowledge this.
Sometimes I lead a strange life, but the people at the table were my witnesses to the event and they had a good laugh as I regaled them of my other two stories of food mishaps. However, I have to say my first interaction with IHOP at Destiny was a major fail. As for Terry, either his shift was up or he’d had enough because he wasn’t around when the tab was paid.
This past Tuesday it was election day across the country. I didn’t even know it was election day until 1:30 in the morning, when I happened to come across a headline mentioning it. When I expressed myself on Twitter, one of my friends wrote back and said that it’s always the first Tuesday in November. However, the previous two years I was out of town on election day and I didn’t use the absentee ballot to make a decision ahead of time.
So in early afternoon, I hopped in the car and drove over to where I vote. There were very few cars in the parking lot, and when I went inside it turned out that most of those cars belonged to the people who were there verifying the people so they could fill out their ballots.
I got mine, and I walked over to a table where I was behind a partition. I opened it up and was dismayed at what I saw. There were no initiatives on the ballot, so I had only the option of voting for 10 office positions. Out of those 10 office positions, only two people had opponents running against them. In two of the categories, you had to select two or three people for spots, and there were only two or three people in those categories. This meant that if they were on the ballot they were getting elected. I did something I’ve never done before, that being to write in a candidate’s name for one of the offices; at least I wrote in the name of someone who’s already a politician.
An interesting thing on my particular ballot is that every position that was unopposed was a Republican candidate. When I talked to one of my friends later on, who lives within one of the Syracuse districts, she said that there were a lot of unopposed politicians on hers as well but they were all Democrats.
The part I don’t find incredible anymore is that the number of people voting has been declining year after year. The part that’s actually interesting is just how many positions there were where candidates were running unopposed. It doesn’t seem to matter what political party they’re in anymore, they seem to be pretty much disgusted with the process as we are with politics itself.
What’s happened to us? Probably a couple of things.
One, we’re tired of what’s happening in Washington, where it seems like nothing can get done because everybody wants exactly what they want without compromise so we end up getting nothing.
Two, local politics and parties sometimes means very little. For instance, just because someone runs as a Democrat or Republican for something like town supervisor doesn’t mean they really have the authority to do what they think or tell us they can do. It all comes down to how much money that particular area has, and those with the most money or are willing to make a lot of noise matter more than political affiliation. Some people might think that cynical, but I actually had a local politician tell me that as a fact at a networking event in Liverpool a few years ago.
Also, for the work that most of these people have to do, being a local politician is a pretty lousy job. A lot of those positions pay less than $30,000 a year, and having to be on 24/7 around the clock day after day, plus the prospect of going door to door to get your name known in areas of the city of village you’re not familiar with, I could see where that wouldn’t be seen as all that appealing. I’m not sure I would find it worth my trouble.
Is there anything that can be done about this? There are the few people who believe that voting should be mandatory because it’s mandatory in certain countries around the world. The problem with mandatory voting is that it could be abused as much as it is when not enough people decide to show up. Also, this is America after all; we don’t take kindly to mandatory things like this, even as much as we fuss about politicians not representing our interests.
Personally, I find politics distasteful, even though I vote when I can. I hate the lies and the meanness of the major elections, and I hate not even knowing what’s going on locally in trying to vote for town and village candidates. I also hate the feeling that, when all is said and done, it’s not going to matter who I vote into office one way or another. If I’m feeling this way and vote, it’s hard not to see why others don’t vote.
What’s your thought on this?
Of all things, I didn’t think I would be writing about networking again so soon, but that was the topic of the last article here. Yet, I find myself talking about the Liverpool Chamber networking event at the Maplewood Inn this past Tuesday. I have both some amazing pictures to show you of some of the renovations at the hotel, as well as a discussion of the networking event itself some lessons that need to be learned.
Once I got over being shocked, I walked down the hall to where I could pick up my badge for the networking event. I have to tell you, the Liverpool Chamber really is a quality group. On this day, they were honoring new members, although I didn’t know that at the time; I tend to forget to fully read the notices when they come out. This would explain why there were so few people I recognize when I first walked in. This also helped to lead to what became a very uncomfortable situation.
While I was walking around, not really paying much attention, I did run into someone I know. I said hello, he turned around and then immediately said out loud “Well, here’s the biggest left wing liberal I know.” That began a conversation about politics I really wasn’t ready to have. In general, I don’t like discussing either politics or religion either when I’m working or when I’m networking because if people don’t know you, the last thing you want is to get into a conversation about either of these things.
Needless to say, because I wasn’t prepared for this possibility, I ended up getting into this conversation. It wasn’t long before I started getting irritated and I found myself trying to escape the conversation, which I finally did. Still, it left me with a bad taste in my mouth for a little while, but I didn’t have a lot of time to ruminate on it.
We ended up sitting at the same table, but once other people were there we pretty much didn’t have to interact with each other all that much. We went up as a table to get our food, which was supplied by Uno’s, and although there were a lot of choices, since I tend to be particular I grabbed two sandwich wedges of turkey and bacon only. Those were tasty enough for me.
The table got to talk around 15 minutes before it was time to get to Chamber business. This eventually included having one of the chamber board members introduce all the new members, which turned out to be a much better process than in the past because it moved along a lot faster. Then they had a raffle, from which I didn’t win anything, and finally it was all over.
Or so it could have been. Instead, the hotel had some representatives conduct tours if we wanted them, and since I had never seen any of the rooms previously at the hotel I decided to take them up on it.
There are three levels to the hotel. We were shown a couple of on the first floor at the beginning, and these are newly renovated rooms because they’re trying to promote themselves as an extended stay facility. These rooms were great, because not only did they all have refrigerators and microwaves, but they each had convection stoves so one could prepare their own meals if they so chose. As someone who has traveled a lot for business, I thought this was a wonderful feature. In rooms with one bed, there’s also a couch and a lounge chair, but in rooms with two beds those items are missing. Still, the rooms are nice size and the rooms we saw had shower stalls instead of bathtubs. That works well for someone like me.
We were then taken up to the second floor, where they have the newly renovated workout room. Each of the treadmills has its own mini TV screen, and they also have a weight area and an open area of where one could put a mat down and do other types of exercises. On the wall above the door one goes into there was a motivational message painted up there, and on the wall above the window was a very interesting piece of art with all kinds of bicycle wheel frames. That was very cool.
The final room we got to see was on the third floor, and it was one of their two Jacuzzi rooms. This room reminded me a little bit of the Homewood Suites because it has a larger kitchen, and the living room is separate from the bedroom, where the Jacuzzi resides. All in all it’s a pretty cool layout, and if I had a gripe it would be that the bedroom seems small having a Jacuzzi in there.
They’re still in the process of completing the renovations, but I liked what I saw. I can’t tell you anything about customer service or the food in the restaurant, but for a standalone hotel I think they’ve done a nice job.
And there you go, a little bit of everything.
A few weeks ago I went to an interesting event. It was titled 10 Do’s & Don’ts: Networking Seminar with Michelle Kingman & Kelvin Ringold. I had met Michelle once before, at a blog networking event, whereas I know Kelvin pretty well (after 17 years I better lol).
However, that’s not really what networking is supposed to be about. The idea of networking is twofold… at least if you ask me.
One, it’s to get people to know who you are because you never know if they’ll know someone who might be able to use what you offer.
Two, it’s to get practice in how to properly communicate with others in a business setting. I’ve seen so many people fail on that last one that I could teach a class on bad networking. But good networking… maybe, but I’m glad there are other people to do it instead.
What was interesting about this presentation is that both people knew their stuff, but came at the presentation in a much different way.
For instance, Michelle has a system she follows that helps her networking in a more business like manner. She calls the system “FORM“, which stands for family, occupation, recreation and message. She doesn’t do it in this order for every single person she meets but will try to use all of them to establish a potential relationship down the line.
Being a personal trainer, the individual touch works perfectly because many of us have thought about using trainers to help us with our health goals. So, if we’re going to trust someone to work with us physically like that it pays to get to know them better and have them know you and be comfortable with you as well.
So he doesn’t follow a system, per se, but when he eventually moves on to others they have his card, will remember him and what he does, and in essence he’s fulfilled the reason for networking to begin with, which is spreading positivity via speaking and one on one coaching.
I have to admit that I think I’m a bad networker, though some folks think I’m not. I’m good in small groups because they’re usually geared towards something I’m really interested in, like the blogging meetups I’ve gone to locally. Being a big time blogger and knowing it’s something I’m good at makes it really easy to talk about with anyone, even if those folks are blogging all that much.
When it comes to general networking events though… well, if I don’t know anyone I’m the guy standing alongside the wall or in the corner or possibly by the food (if there are cookies lol), taking my time and canvassing the crowd to see if there’s someone I wouldn’t mind breaking one of the two rules I grew up with, those being “don’t talk to strangers” and “don’t interrupt people when they’re talking”. If my mind doesn’t see my being able to break through either of those… well, I’ve been known to leave a networking event within 10-15 minutes if I’m uncomfortable, whether I’ve paid or not.
That seems like a strange contradiction from someone who’s also a professional speaker, and has stood in front of 200+ people at a time talking about a subject that others might never have thought of, or as someone who used to perform at weddings, almost always solo, and never had any anxiety at all. Yet, that’s how it is with me, and I’m betting that’s how it is with a lot of people who are uncomfortable with networking events.
That’s probably why I felt it was important to go to this event. Well, that and I didn’t have to drive since I rode with Kelvin. However, I could have always said no and just stayed home, but I’m glad I didn’t. Any time you can get good information that you can afford (and this was a free event) and you don’t take up the opportunity to get it, you only hurt yourself. In this case, it was put on by two very qualified people, and it was a pleasure to be there.
Ever since last July, I have been on a healthy quest to get control of my glucose levels. My confession is that I am a type 2 diabetic and have been so since 1997. It ran in the family on my dad’s side, but it wasn’t until a few years before I was diagnosed that I knew it was a family history thing on my dad side. Had either of us known beforehand our eating habits might have changed much earlier.
It was because my dad’s revelation that we started to find out that many other people on his side of the family we’re diabetic. It’s strange to think about it when you hear it being discussed so often in today’s world, but the diagnosis of diabetes used to be very scary. It was scary to the point that people didn’t talk about it publicly, if at all, and even then only in hushed tones. It was considered a death sentence, and the only question was how it would manifest itself and how quickly.
At this point, people can live fairly normal lives with diabetes because medication has gotten better and ideas for how to exercise and eat healthier have become more refined. Every once in a while someone comes out with a new standard that seems a bit too aggressive and ridiculous for some of us who have been diagnosed for so long, but it is what it is.
So, at least since 2007, I have been open about my diabetes. I don’t wear it like a badge on my sleeve, but I talk about it because I feel that it’s a public service to share with others the types of things that can happen that are either out of your control or are based on some of the behavior you exhibit.
For instance, there’s not a lot of people who are told about depression related to diabetes when one’s numbers get too high. I’ve gone through this many times in the past, and it can be crushing until you figure it out.
Something else they don’t necessarily talking about are all of the areas that can be affected in your body when your numbers are too high. For me, it was my eyes that were affected that led me to find out I was diabetic, and later I started having aneurysms there.
Finally, there’s even less talk about the lows that one can have because of diabetes and how that affects you. This can happen when you start controlling your numbers too good, and you can feel dizzy and shaky and it can affect your ability to think straight.Manny Hernandez via Compfight
Sure, some are going to say there’s a lot of literature out there and that might be true, but I can tell you that none of this was ever told to me when I was diagnosed. It’s only been over the years where I learned about these things, many by trial and error, that I finally started to learn more about its negative effects.
I share my tales and I share other things here and there. For instance, the biggest misconception people have about being diabetic is that there are foods you’re not supposed to eat. Trust me, you can eat anything you want to, but you have to be willing to do a few things.
One, you have to make sure you’re eating in moderation. That might mean measuring your food, or it might mean eating more healthy food that allows you to eat more because it’s lower in calories.
Two, you have to exercise and make sure you’re taking your medication on a regular basis. Diabetes cannot be cured except for those people who qualify for bariatric surgery and decide to go through with it. If they follow the strict regimen that’s been given to them after surgery, it seems that it does reverse all traces of diabetes. For the rest of us though, its irreversible so don’t fall for any ads that say they can cure it; they can’t.
I can’t say I write about it all that often, but I do talk about it every once in a while on my blogs. I mention different things that I do on Facebook, and I share information in my Diabetes Facebook support group. Facebook and Twitter are the ultimate places for sharing things that are going on in your life.
The thing you can’t control is how people will react to some of the things you say, and then you have to work on controlling your reaction to their reaction of what you decide to share.
This brings us to the question of the day, which is whether it’s better to share or not share. I have two opinions on that, which I’m going to explore.Melissa Johnson via Compfight
First, sharing is definitely a much better thing to do than to keep everything in the dark and hide underneath the covers. As Dr. Phil says, you can’t fix what you won’t acknowledge. Diabetes is one of those diseases where, for most of us, we can at least work on it to keep it under control. We can also offer both positive news based on what we’ve done as well as cautionary tales for those who might not be doing what they should be doing.
Second, there might come a point where sharing things that you like, with everybody knowing you’re a diabetic or something else in your personal life, might be a bit too much. When I was traveling a lot for work I was going to different restaurants on almost a nightly basis. Whatever I ordered I would take a picture of, put it up on Instagram, and often share it on Facebook. I thought this was just having a bit of fun, showing people what different foods look like in different places, sometimes foods I was familiar with that look different because I was in a different place.
Instead, many people would comment and say things like “I thought you were diabetic”, “should you be eating that”, and other things like that. At a certain point I got tired of hearing those questions almost every time I posted something so I stopped posting those pictures. You remove the catalyst and it takes all the steam out of people. Sure, it also kills some of the enjoyment, but I did and still do enjoy taking the pictures and going to see them on Instagram, where nobody criticizes or comments on what I might be eating.
What you also find is that you’re never sure what people are going to comment on. A few days ago, I decided to add to my health quest by trying to reduce my caloric intake to try to lose some weight. Because I walk a lot (averaging between 17,000 – 20,000 steps a day), I drink a lot of water.
Sunday night I happen to mention that I had walked 17,000 steps, ate 1500 calories, and consumed 26 cup of water. I thought nothing of it, but a lot of people were shocked to see that I had drank that much water. First we have people who think you’re not drinking enough water, and then they start to freak when they think you’re drinking too much water.Juan Andrés López via Compfight
I have to admit I didn’t see that one coming, but I drink when I’m thirsty and when I’m eating, and other than tracking it on my MyFitnessPal application, I don’t think much about it. Once again, I was sort of irked by the attention to something I thought was a throwaway comment. Yet, because so many people commented on it I went and did some research on it.
I found that scientists and physicians believe the maximum amount of water most people should consume in a day is between 14 to 17 cups. I have to admit I didn’t see that one coming, but in retrospect there’s 16 cups in a gallon, and a gallon of water every day is pretty high. Trust me, I easily drink more than that on a regular basis… now I have something to think about that I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t said something to the crowd.
In closing, I’ll say that the answer to the question about sharing or not should depend on what your goals are, or your reason for doing it. If you’re doing it to show off, that’s not always a good idea. If you’re doing it because you want to help people, that’s always a good idea. If you’re doing it for your own motivation, I think that’s a good idea but it could come with consequences. I think I’ve also shown that you might learn something that could keep you out of danger.
We don’t always get comments like “way to go” or “I’m happy for you, keep pushing forward”. That’s just the nature of the beast; you can’t please everyone, and you can’t have your expectations of others being too high.
Those are my thoughts. What do you have to say?