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Remember people. It’s worth it

Another Facebook musing I’m sharing later. Still worth it, I think.

Today, I popped into the LC to get a bottle of wine and stopped to get a sample. The woman serving the sample poured it for me, then looked at me more closely and said, “Now, where do I know you from?”

She’d briefly met me, ONCE, at another LC where she was providing samples. Now, jokes about me buying too much wine aside (I share it, honest!), think about that for a second. She works in a job where she sees lots of people for a short period of time, and yet she still recognized me, weeks (okay, a week) later. Impressive.

Also today, I went to the grand reopening of a locally-owned food store I like. The owner, who I haven’t seen in probably over a year and who I’ve talked to probably 5-10 times total, looked at me and commented on how my hair is longer and curly now.

As Dale Carnegie says in “How to Win Friends and Influence People, “the average person is more interested in his or her own name than in all the other names on earth put together.”

Remember people’s names. Stop telling yourself you’re bad at names and practice. Take note of the details people tell you. Compliment people. Think of how you can help them. Care. It’s so much more enjoyable, and it’s remarkable what a difference it makes.

It will brighten your day, but not only that – we never really know what others are dealing with, or what’s hiding behind someone’s smile. Taking the time to care can matter to them far more than you think. Or maybe it’ll just brighten their day for a minute. Either way, everyone wins!

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My start in the film industry

I posted this on my Facebook but forgot to also share it here. So I’ve pre-dated it and I hope you enjoy. 🙂

I just did it again. I caught myself smiling for no specific reason at my desk.

For the last month or so I’ve been working in the production office for a film called Sorry for Your Loss. It’s my first time working on a production this big, although my previous set and office experience have combined to help make the learning curve a little less steep.

That being said, the learning curve has been pretty steep! It’s a strange and challenging experience to set foot in a new work culture, one with its own language and expectations, and take on the role of information carrier. It’s hard to do a great job when you don’t even know what you don’t know. But, I got lucky. I got an amazing boss who was willing to teach me what I needed to know to do this job. Her expectations were reasonable, and with her guidance, I was able to do a pretty great job as Assistant Production Coordinator (fancy, I know).

After a year that was harder than I ever anticipated, I am so excited to finally be working in my field. The hours are long, and not every day is perfect, but I’m finally where I’ve been working and waiting to be. And that’s why, not every day, but some days, I catch myself grinning away at my desk for no specific reason.


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Thoughts are sometimes heavy

I was setting my phone up in the hands-free holder as this man walked toward me. He was clearly homeless or living in poverty, and he was bigger than me and I was alone.

He walked almost in front of the car – was he blocking me in? – then made his way to my open window. Two feet from me, and no one was around.

“Do you harrr amm hmm?”

I couldn’t understand him, but it was clear what he was looking for.

“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I don’t have anything on me.”

I lied.

I did have money on me, including a reasonable amount of cash. I could have given him change.

But fear for my own safety mixed with worry about giving him money he could use for further self-harm, and I didn’t.

As he walked away, I thought again about how life isn’t fair. It’s a thought that comes to me often. I don’t have to fight against racism or generations of addition and abuse. He probably does, and based on our interaction today, right now it looks like he’s losing.

As he walked away, I felt a lot of things. Guilt for being afraid. Confusion about how the world can be so breathtakingly gorgeous but still hold so much pain. And a lot of sadness because things are hard for him, and even though I care, I didn’t help.

I know there are a lot of layers to homelessness, poverty, and addictions. There’s way more to it than I understand. But people are still people, and I need to do more. WE need to do more.

*I posted this on my Facebook a few days ago. Several people commented on it saying I shouldn’t feel guilty for putting safety first, and I don’t really. It’s just one of a number of feelings this encounter up for me. And I do think we should do more.