Understanding

It has been several days since I have added a post. One of the things my dad mentioned to me when I started blogging is the fact that most people don't keep it up. I enjoy posting every day, not only because so much seems to happen and so many things tick me off, but because my thoughts have an outlet. And, I actually have readers who make it especially rewarding. I have enjoyed chatting with several bloggers across the country, and reading their thoughts.
Reading blogs fulfills my deep seeded desire to peer into other's minds. I can't even begin to tell you the fascinating posts I have read, and how stimulated it has made me.
I am often accused of talking alot. Too much. Yeah. I am a chatter box, and always have been.
For the past few days, I have felt void of anything to share. I have had a rough couple of days. Do other people have those? Yeah, Yeah, I know. Everyone has rough days.
Today was not much better. I sat in front of our network trying to get it to work. Mind you, we have techies under contract that enjoy coming to our office for any and every issue we have, but after all is said and done, our bill knocks the wind out of you. Since I have gone to work in the firm, they have had to deal with the wrath of Sandra. "Well, what was wrong?" "How did you fix it?" "Show me what you did." They hate me. I know it, but frankly don't care. I know that many people hold lawyers in less than high esteem, because of one reason or another. I have heard all of the reasons, believe me.
My dad is a network engineer. I wouldn't have his job to save my life. I thought about him today, when I was saying not too nice words to our network, but I refused to allow a simple problem to continue. He talks numbers and oh, so many foreign languages, computer languages. I really admire what he does. I know that he probably has to deal with crabby people like me who ask a million question, too. The only reason I put our great men under such scrutiny is that I have no confidence in their abilities. Yeah, just like a lawyer, huh? Arrogant? Maybe.
Several years ago, I worked for an engineering firm. My dad was once a QC engineer. Quality Control for all of you out there who don't work for a company who any longer has a QC division...I worked with engineers, and techinically had to actually do some engineering. I hated the engineering part of it. I loved the writing though, so I wrote up reports, and did some things that alot of engineers don't care to do.....such as the "meet and great" sort of stuff. When I was working formulas and trying to work the engineering calculators, I was wishing my dad was there. I hated the engineering part of it, the technical aspect of it. I asked the engineers "how did you get that figure?" "What did you do?" Yeah, I was a pain. But, there is a marked difference in the reason behind my questions then. I was curious, and wanted to know how to do things. I usually ended up having to draw pictures, and work out engineering problems like doing long division. I dare not ever show my sketches to the engineers, though..they probably wouldn't understand.
My dad's career choices have always fascinated me, and for some reason, I am drawn into careers that demand my doing them. Or calling somebody who knows how to do them. After all of my painful questions, I have come to have a sincere respect for what he does for a living.
I remember the agony in grade school math class I suffered with word problems. He would expalin them to me over and over again. Word problems made me cry. For example, if a train left at a certain time at one train station...blah.blah.blah. what time would it arrive at the other station? First of all, at that age, I didn't care. Secondly, it made no sense why anybody would solve those problems with mathematics. I wanted to the practical way to find out. "Call the train station and ask for the estimated time of arrival." It was a good enough answer for me. My dad had the patience of Job when it came to teaching me math.
I think our differences have to be blamed on the fact that I think with the right side of my brain and he with his left brain. He interpreted my answers with me being a smart alec. Maybe I was, but I have always cherished the beauty in exploring a variety of ways to solve problems.
In dealing with the law, you have to apply creative thinking every day, but at the same time be analytical and logical. Okay, okay, no wonder lawyers are such wierdos. Not only do you have to use your right brain (which comes to me naturally), but also your left brain. Give me a break.
So, parents, next time your kid comes home stinking in math, who knows, they may just become a lawyer? OH NO!