Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Presenting...the basement

I finally finished my basement!

You're probably thinking: "Wait, wasn't it already finished?"  You may remember this post from 2009, and figured I must have been done long ago, but didn't post about it.  Well, you're wrong.  I took my sweet time and finally finished it, 2 1/2 years later.  The actual finish date was in March, but of course it took me forever to post about it.  Blogger's dashboard is much better now at uploading pics, I am happy to say, so there's probably way more pics here than anybody would ever want to look at.

Timeline:
August 2009:  Started framing while Mel was at Girl's camp
September 2009:  Finished framing, started electric
October 2009:  Finished electric, did insulation in 1 day, and started drywall
December 2009: Finished drywall, started mudding/sanding
January 2010:  Stopped mudding/sanding, realizing I wanted to drywall the ceiling instead of doing a drop ceiling
Feb/March 2010:  Rains/floods came, 4 inches of water in the basement
April 2010:  Ripped out bottom 4 inches of drywall/insulation.  Dried wood to prevent mold
January 2011:  Got inspected, called out an electrician to redo a few things.  Passed rough inspections
Feb 2011: Redid a few soffits, and built a couple new ones
March 2011: Drywalled the ceiling/soffits.  Asked YM in my ward if he wanted to do the mudding/sanding for 500 bucks
April 2011:  YM in ward gave up.  I gave him 80 bucks for his troubles.
May 2011:  Hired plasterers to plaster all walls instead of mudding/sanding
June 2011:  Painted the basement walls with prime and the base coat of yellow
December/January 2012:  Did the stair railing and stringer, put in the baseboard trim, redid the doors
February/March 2012:  Finishing touches, like filling the seams/cracks/holes, trim around the doors/windows, touch up painting (blue soffits, for example).  Had carpet installed.

You'll notice 2 large breaks, between April 2010 and January 2011, and June to December 2011.  That's when I got sick of working down there, also the summer/fall lawn maintenance is pretty time-consuming.

The overall cost was around 7300.  This is how I estimate it:
Tools:  1000
Materials (wood, drywall, insulation, doors, wire, stair stuff, paint, nails):  3000
Plasterers:  1200
Electrician:  400
Permits: 200
Carpet: 1500

I have no idea how many man-hours were put in, but it was probably significant.  My favorite part was the wiring, framing, and the stair work, in that order.  Drywall wasn't terrible, but got old after a while.  Mudding and sanding was pure death.  Painting was not exactly fun, but not bad.  The trim work was kind of fun, but frustrating too.

I ended up doing a decent amount of rework, with the water damage, soffits, and doors not installed very well the first time around.  The advantage of doing it yourself is that you can take the time to do it right.  The disadvantage is that it takes forever.  Overall, I'm glad I did it myself, as I got to learn a lot, and I enjoyed most of it.  If I ever do another project of this scope again, I will do the framing/electric/insulation myself, then contract out the drywall and plaster, and then do the finish work.

My most valuable tools were my squares and levels, and my "Employees of the Month" (you'll see in pictures below).  I wished I would've spent good money on a 3-foot level, but I didn't.  Also very valuable were the miter saw, drill, utility knife, sanding sponges, large putty knife, and chisel (surprisingly).  My favorite tools were the nailguns, but I didn't use them that often, and were the most costly.

The dimensions of the large room are 23x13.  The hallway is about 12 feet long.  The main purpose of the room will be a toy room for Hendrik and future siblings.  I call it "Hendrik-land" for now.

Here are the before/during/after pics:

When we first moved in - Aug 2008
Adding the vapor barrier and the footer beams - Aug 2009
Midway through framing - Sept 2009
Building the corner soffit - super boxy
After insulation - Oct 2009
Midway thru drywall (you can see that I put drywall right over the door on the right side) - Nov 2009
Done with drywall - Dec 2009.  Note the big boxy green soffit in the corner-more on this later
Flood of March 2010
Post flood, April 2010.  I ripped out the bottom 4 inches of the wall and insulation, letting it dry out and breathe.  I didn't work on the basement for a solid year after this.
Finished product, April 2012.  As you see here, there was a large jump from drywall to finished product, skipping over the mud/plaster, trim, painting, and carpet steps.  You'll see this on all sections of the basement, as I generally forgot to take pictures after the flood, which sucked a lot of life out of me
Same wall, different angle.  You can see that I redid the soffit on the right side, which used to be a big box, instead I angled it and that made it much, much better looking
Looking SE, this next series of pictures will show the wall that came up where that red pole is
You can see the stairs in the background here
Midway through framing.  Where the couch is, I was originally going to put a bathroom there, but scratched that for now.  It's possible in the distant future, depending on how long we're here.
This is a different angle, but this is the south wall and the exterior door, on the west wall.
Drywall, note again the door for the bathroom being drywalled over.  The hallway door is more evident now
The soffit in the left corner ended up being redone to cover more of the pipe, when I decided to go to a drywall ceiling instead of a dropdown
I just painted the pipe and left it exposed.  You can also see the area underneath the stairs was left open


Deciding not to have the dropdown ceiling meant more soffits to cover the various pipes and junk.  We decided to embrace the soffits by painting them blue and adding color to the room.  Note the exterior door doesn't go to the floor, so the baseboard trim goes right under it.
This next section will be the area underneath the stairs, where the yellow insulation is here
As Hendrik would say..."Big mess!"
Framed the bottom of the stairs by nailing a 2x8 down the stairs, attached to the 2x4s going across...
...then just slapped a drywall panel straight on
The angles were tough, but it worked out
Hendrik loves this little area because he can touch the ceiling.  That back side is only like 20 inches tall, so doing detail work down there was a huge pain
With the soffit above

Now we look at the hallway, looking east
After framing, you can see the hallway door to the right, the bathroom door to the left
After insulation
Drywall
After drywall
And...the flood ruined everything
So I cut out the bottom 4 inches
Finished product



















Now, the hallway looking west, from the bottom of the stairs.  It's going to go between the beams to the left and the red post
Framed it up!
The specks in the pic were from all of the drywall dust


And the finished product

The stairwell - Taken before we moved in
You can see the large pipes here that I had to go around, which made for some very tricky angles
Right before I took out the wall
I decided to take out the stairway wall to open it up a little
You can see here the large pipe that I framed around
Insulation was a pain here, since I didn't do the framing on the 16" standard, instead on each stair
Our lovely stair model Melanie is showing off the 2010 model staircase
Looking down
Here's what all the angles ended up looking like.  Mudding this was a huge pain
Overall, it looked pretty good I think!

Probably the #1 hardest thing to do was to get the angle right of the rail going into the newell at the ceiling there.  Took forever
I'm most proud of the stairs, even though I probably put the ballisters too close together...
...as you can see here.  The angle of this pic makes it look like they are uneven and crooked, but get your levels and rulers out and you'll see they are evenly spaced and straight as the day is long

 Miscellaneous pictures that nobody but me are probably interested in....

This is to document the mess
Serious, a ton of crap just piles up over time
Before we moved in
Framing the laundry room
The laundry room section of the flood
After I fixed the drywell, I installed the sump pump and had the pipe going into the wall and up to the outside.  I bought a cabinet to sit over this
The drywall wasn't working because there was no way for the water to seep in...so all I did was punch a hole in the bottom and water came gushing in
Going outside
The soffit at the end of the hallway
Some wiring...this is for the baseboard heaters
One of the outlets
Wiring one of the lights, which we replaced with the recessed lighting eventually
Running wire through the beams, also my trusty miter saw
And all the wires go back into the happy nest
The ceiling at the bottom of the stairs
This picture shows two of my favorite tools..."The Employees of the Month", which essentially hold up wood and drywall for you so you can have your hands free.  They are named thusly because they replace a slacker without a high school diploma, and they do a better job
That couch was given to us by our neighbors.  I thought it was a great couch and was going to keep it down there until I realized how badly it reeked of dog
Have fun in your new room, Hench!  I named the basement "Hendrik-land" although he won't go down there on his own yet.  Here's hoping.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

More rankings!

As I get older, I've started to acquire so much history with teams in the various leagues that I follow (NBA, MLB, NFL, College sports), that I have differing feelings on almost every team.  This comes in handy when watching otherwise meaningless games, because I know who to root for, especially as the playoffs come around.  Here are my 2012 NBA rankings.  I would say the first 8 teams I actually like, the next 10 I really don't have many feelings about, the next 7 I dislike but don't really mind if they win, and the last 5 I can't stand in differing degrees.

1.    Jazz - Cause I'm from Utah.  Duh.
2.    Pacers - Cause I was born in Indiana. Duh.
3.    Celtics - Cause I live here.  Duh.
4.    Clippers - You have to like the Clippers if you hate the Lakers, plus Griffin is a ton of fun to watch, as is Paul.
5.    Thunder - When the Jazz are contenders, I don't like anybody in their division because they play all the time.  But the Thunder have the best chance to beat my hated teams, so, therefore, Go Thunder and junk.
6.    Grizzlies - I will always have a soft spot for small-market teams that never win, especially ones that beat the freaking 1-seeded Spurs, which was one of my all-time favorite NBA moments.
7.    Mavs - I like them because Kurt likes them and they aren't the Lakers, but also because they beat the Heat last year, which was also one of my favorite all-time NBA moments.
8.    Kings - Jimmered.
9.    Wizards - I feel sore-y (said in the Canadian accent--think Gilbert from Anne of Green Goblins) for them.
10.    Suns - I like Nash, and also I pretty much like all West Conf teams besides the Spurs and the Lakers.
11.    Bucks - Small market, sucky, so I feel sorry for them and root for them.
12.    Cavs - Ditto, also the Lebron thing.
13.    Raptors - Ditto
14.    Hornets - Ditto
15.    Nets - The neglected younger brother, the nerdy kid, the ugly duckling.  I like them because I hate the Knicks, and also because of D-Will.
16.    Rockets - I used to hate them because they were the rival of the Jazz, and also because Brian inexplicably liked them (they didn't even start with a "B"!  I suspected fair-weather play. See what I did there?  Instead of foul play, I did "fair-weather" play!  No?  Didn't work for you?)  Now they're stuck in the middle and I don't really care about them.
17.    Hawks - They used to be much higher, but I'm tired of them.
18.    Magic - I used to really like the Magic, but then I started disliking Dwight, and also ESPN plays like every one of their games so now they annoy me.
19.    Bobcats - Whatever.  Jordan owns them so I dislike them and hope they continue to suck.  Jordan is a tool who can't let things go.  Ironically, neither can I.
20.    Wolves - I like Love, I like Rubio, but I still don't like the Wolves for some weird reason.  Jazz rivals I guess.
21.    Warriors - Tired of how often they are on TV and how boring they are to watch.
22.    Nuggets - Jazz rivals, also I hate Melo, and he's not on their team anymore, but still.
23.    Pistons - Still have hatred because of Laimbeer, although beating the Lakers in 2004 was awesome.
24.    76ers - I don't like teams from Philly, except the Eagles, because of Ty Detmer.
25.    Blazers - Jazz rivals and their announcers are the biggest homers I've heard on NBATV.
26.    Knicks - They get way too much attention for a mediocre team.  I hate Melo and the Linsanity thing was super obnoxious.
27.    Bulls - I swore that I would hate the Bulls forever back in 1998, and I stand by that.  It pains me to root for them over the Heat.
28.    Lakers - It's the Lakers.  Duh.  The question with the Lakers is who do I hate most on the Lakers?  It used to be Fisher, but now it's Bynum.
29.    Spurs - People always ask me why I hate the Spurs.  I respond, why do you NOT hate the Spurs?  Ginobili is the worst flopper ever, Parker is a skeezy Frenchie, Duncan doesn't think he's ever committed a foul, and Popovich ruined the sanctity of the game by going to that stupid Hack-a-Shaq strategy in the playoffs.  Lost all respect for him then.
30.    Heat - I don't hate Lebron, just his decision.  I do hate D-Wade, though, who is really giving Ginobili a run for his money on the flopping issue.


So, there it is.  As the playoffs start, I'll be consulting my rankings to know where I stand on each match-up, and now, you can also know where I stand.  However, if any of the bottom 5 teams meet, I really don't bother watching because it's like watching the Democratic Primaries.  Who do you root for if they're all evil?

Friday, April 27, 2012

About Grandma

Dick Clark passed away last week.  I didn't care, I never watched that dumb New Year's Eve special, and I only saw reruns of American Bandstand via clips on VH1 or some other nostalgic show.  Whitney Houston died a few months ago, and I didn't care either.  Michael Jackson kicked the bucket a few years ago and I slightly cared, only because he was such a weirdo, but then after the media coverage exhausted the story, I REALLY didn't care.

The only people we hear about dying are celebrities, and I've just never cared.  It may have been interesting for a minute as I reminisced about that person, and the movies/sports/concerts I saw them in, but quickly forgot about it afterward.  It was like watching the garbage truck come by every week--interesting for a second, but then I remember it happens every week.

Then my grandma died last month.  My mind had been programmed over years of hearing about meaningless deaths to not react very quickly, to not care.  After all, we were expecting it, she'd been unwell for years.  Also, she was a celebrity to me, someone that I didn't have too many personal conversations with, but I knew a lot about her.  I read her book--the Broadbent Family History--which was well-written and entertaining.  I watched her lead her 6 children and 44 grandchildren as the matriarch of this tremendous family, demonstrating her role as the leader of the clan quite prominently at each of our family reunions.  I admired her, as did all of my siblings and cousins.  She was an idol to us, someone that inspired us, someone to emulate, someone that our parents also looked up to, only a small step below the prophet of the church in our eyes.  She was funny but spiritual, strict but loving, frugal but generous, a great cook and an enthusiastic story teller.  She really was an American idol.

I heard about her death late on Sunday evening, about 12 hours after the news initially broke.  I was surprised about the lack of emails from other family members.  I'd already decided that I couldn't go to the funeral due to important out-of-town work meetings the day before, and I simply didn't know the protocol for the death of a family member-- logistical, emotional, or otherwise.  How was I supposed to react?  Of my siblings, I had by far the furthest distance to travel, so what was expected of me?  I'm very deliberate, I make my decisions quickly and I stand by them.  I wanted to go, but I couldn't, and that was that. 
Emails and texts started to come in on Monday, mostly focused on logistics.  I responded tersely -- I'm not going, sorry.  A little bit of reality had started to hit me, but not much.  I was disappointed at myself for not caring more.

A day passed and I read the emails from siblings and others.  More and more people were going.  Some were making large sacrifices of their money and time, much more than I would have to make.  I started to regret my decision, should I be going?  This is my grandma, after all!  I received a phone call from my dad that day.  I couldn't answer, but he left a voicemail.  I assumed he would be asking me to come, since all my siblings would be there except Liesl, who was on a mission.  When I called him back, we talked about my decision, but he supported me, even if he may have felt otherwise.  At this point, I felt very conflicted.  Melanie was very supportive, and told me that she didn't want me to have any regrets, but would support me either way.

I left on Wednesday afternoon for my flight to Philadelphia, where my meetings were.  At that point, it was too late to make any last minute changes.  I called my mom that night to offer condolences, and we had a good conversation.  It was then that I felt very strongly that I should have gone to the funeral, but at that point it would have been next to impossible. 

The funeral happened on Friday and I got texts from relatives and read the email recaps, full of feeling, memories, and thoughts of Grandma, religion, heaven, and God.  I saw the pictures and watched the videos.  The funeral and activities around it were obviously poignant and spiritual.  I should've gone.  I felt awful and horrible, and, frankly, quite embarrassed.  How selfish had I been to place my own ambitions and desires over the chance to attend the funeral for one of the biggest influencers of my life?  I didn't respond to anyone and didn't really talk about it, because I felt terrible about it.  I continue to regret my decision.
Before the funeral, I was asked to contribute a favorite memory of Grandma. I thought about specific memories I had about Grandma, and I couldn't remember any.  But what's more important than the specific memories was the culture she instilled within her family, which resonates strongly in the 4th generation still.  She raised great children who married well and had big and strong families on their own.  She taught us to go on missions, to love God first, to make sure everyone has a place at the table and is taken care of.  She taught us to laugh at ourselves, to remember who we are and where we came from, to take chances and be adventurous.  Most of all, she taught me to marry my best friend, because every time she talked about her spouse and best friend, she had a twinkle in her eye, even though she was in her 80's.  I don't think about her every day, but in a way I do, because I think about my own family every day, and I'm living out her desire of how her descendants should live. 

The key difference between this death and Dick Clark's is that I continue to think more and more about my Grandma than ever before, including when she was alive and well, and I've already forgotten who Dick Clark is, and it happened last week.  Grandma, I love you and miss you.  Until we meet again.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Allergic to blogs

I was watching Portlandia the other day, and they were showing this bit where people were having an "Allergy-Pride Parade" and all the different people in the parade had various allergies to raise "awareness", and the announcer ate some candy and then SPOILER ALERT died from her allergy to dextrose (or whatever), and the final thing in the parade was a hearse carrying her dead body.  It was amusing.

That reminded me about how for some reason when I was about 10 I was envious of all the kids that had allergies.  I wished I had an allergy, so that it could be something special about me.  I pictured myself at a party, and the host would say, "Kent, would you like a food item?"  And I would respond, "No, thanks, I'm allergic to food items."  And then all the kids would oooooh and aaaaah and feel sorry for me and treat me special for the rest of my life.

Well, it just so happened that one day I had an orange-flavored Jolly Rancher and then had a serious case of the runs not long after.  Therefore, it was pretty obvious to me that I was allergic to orange flavoring.  I told all my friends at school, and they were careful not to give me anything with orange flavoring.  This was a very convenient allergy, since orange-flavored whatevers were usually the least desirable.  "Oh, I can't have the orange popsicle, I'm allergic.  Instead, you'll need to give me the last cherry one while you choke down one of the 10 orange ones left that nobody else wants."

I wasn't about to give up actual oranges, since they were one of my favorite fruits.  I had a habit at that age of always taking one or two oranges with me to bed.  I would peel them (I was very good at peeling oranges, probably better than Kurt even, and could always peel them in one peel, which I would then try to put back together to fool some poor sap into thinking that an orange was just sitting there, but really there was nothing inside!) and then chuck the peels down the crack between my bed and the wall.  When they started getting moldy and smelly, it was time to clean it out, and I'm pretty sure my mom, while proud of my daily orange habit, was not proud of my lazy, disgusting orange peel habit.  Anyway, I tried an orange, didn't get the runs, and deduced that my allergy was specific to orange-flavoring.

Not long after, I went on a bike ride with my friend Austin Thomas and his dad down to Will's Pit Stop, which, at the age of 10, was the equivalent of riding across the country.  We stopped at Will's to get some snacks, and Austin's dad got an orange soda and asked if I wanted some.  I was about to be super offended that he didn't somehow know I was allergic to orange-flavoring, but Austin stepped in and said, "He can't, Dad, he's allergic to orange flavoring."  His dad rolled his eyes, but I was very proud that I had such a sensitive and caring friend, and also can you buy me a candy bar?

I'm not sure how long after that I was offered an orange-flavored Jolly Rancher and I turned it down due to my severe allergy problem (most likely fatal), and asked for a different flavor, like watermelon for example.  The kid said it was the last one, so I decided that maybe my allergies weren't as serious as I thought, and took the Jolly Rancher anyway, explaining that "it only acts up on weekends" and I'd just "need to be careful for the next hour or so".  I ate the Jolly Rancher, enjoyed it immensely, and decided that I wasn't allergic to orange-flavoring anymore.  It probably lasted like a month, 2 months tops.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

If it's broke, Vicks it!


Those that know my family know we have a total dependence on Vicks Vaporub.  I'm not sure how or why it originated, but Vicks is the cure-all for us, just like Windex is for that Greek family in that Big Fat Greek Movie called My Big Fat Greek Wedding. 

We use it for chapped lips.  We use it for colds, but not as directed.  We apply it on chafed skin.  I'm sure there are other uses.  My mom's favorite response to a child whining about health-related issues: "Put some Vicks on it and go to bed earlier."

Some of my siblings are more dependent on it than others.  The biggest user is Kurt.  I don't know if he still does this, but frequently the entire lower half of his face would be smothered in Vicks.  He's been known to go through an entire bottle in a month.  I think he just loved the smell.

I use it pretty regularly myself.  I put it on chapped lips, and love to feel the cool iciness on my burning skin.  I'll put it on any chafed body part, and it has never not worked to soothe it immediately.  When I worked at Friday's, I would get some serious chafing from all the walking I would do, so I'd go out to my car mid-shift and get Vicks out of my glove box and apply it to the affected areas.  By the end of my shift, there was no more rubbing or rash.

I also use it if any semblance of a symptom of a cold appears.  Slight scratch In the throat?  Vicks!  Sniffle?  Vicks!  Eyes watering?  Vicks it up, baby!  I put it on my lips and around my nostrils and let the eucalyptus goodness waft into my system.  I don't care if it heals me or not, it just feels so much better.

It says on the bottle "Do not apply to mouth or near the nose."  In fact, if you follow the directions, you're supposed to rub it on your chest.  I tried that once when I had a cold, and that was just nonsense.  I could barely even smell it and then I just had a greasy chest.  Plus, I like to sleep on my stomach, so that wouldn't work either.  

I've had some failed attempts at using Vicks to solve health issues.  Probably my worst idea was in 9th grade when I had a pretty fierce collection of tiny zits on my forehead that came out of nowhere.  For weeks I washed and washed my face and they were only multiplying.  

(My dear kind sister JoEllen liked to point this out, as if she were telling me I had some food on my face that I didn't know about, and she was doing me a huge favor: "Kent, did you know you have a ton of zits on your face?  Goodness me oh my, that is a LOT of zits!"  Really, Jo, do I?  Let me go look in the mirror, oh wow!  You're completely right!  As a super self-conscious 9th grader who only cares about his appearance, I am surprised that I never noticed this before!)

Anyway, I was desperate for a solution, and considered Vicks.  Bad idea.  Vicks, of course, only clogged up my pores worse and the tiny zits grew much larger, and I'm pretty sure my large zits started to get small zits on top of that.  Kids, don't use Vicks on your zits.

Another bad Vicks idea was after college.  I was in Boston, but flew home to Utah for a weekend.  I borrowed my brother Ralph's Axe spray-deodorant (Axe=scandalous!).  I developed a pretty bad rash under my pits and since Vicks had helped me through some touch chafings in the past, why wouldn't he help now?  Of course, I just made it worse.  I went to the doctor and the doctor said, "NO MORE MONKEYS JUMPING ON THE BED!"  And also to use this alcohol stuff and the rash disappeared immediately.

Still, I can't go without my Vicks.  Every trip I've forgotten my Vicks has been a trip full of regret and loathing.  Melanie has always scoffed at my dependence on this miracle elixir.  She refuses to use it ever.  Well, at least until a few weeks ago when her sinuses wouldn't clear.  She asked for some Vicks, and I was shell-shocked.  This was like Kobe deferring to his teammates, or Albert Pujols NOT launching a homer.  I gave her the Vicks with the warning that it probably wouldn't work on someone with so little faith in Vicks.  She tried anyway, and I was right: her faith in Vicks was not strong enough, and the healing did not occur.  A couple weeks later, still stuffed up, she tried it again.  Her faith was obviously stronger, and she started to feel better.  We all learned an important lesson that day.

Vicks will always be my friend.  I'm sure some of my kids will develop a dependence like me, and some of them will stray to the church of Chapstick and whatever else people use for colds (Leg of newt? Beef shank?).  But as for me, I will always trust in Vicks.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Annual BCS Bashing (not really, though)


Most of you (okay, really only Kurt) have been wondering where my annual BCS bashing post is.  Well, this year the BCS pretty much did its own bashing, admitting that the system could be improved and they were open to suggestions.  I predict that in a few years, we'll have a "plus-one" format (like a Final Four), and then once everyone sees how lucrative it is, teams will be added pretty regularly. 
It was pretty obvious that this year's championship was the worst game ever, made worse by the fact that it was the exact same game as 2 months ago.  The ratings for this game was 10% lower than last year's game, which is a pretty steep drop-off.  Alabama and LSU fans will contend that their teams were the best, and therefore, deserved to play.  What we are all forgetting here is that, despite whatever Lombardi said, sports is not about winning, it's about entertainment. 
Whether you're playing or watching, the reason why you do it is to be entertained.  Sure, there are side benefits, like exercising or the false sense of superiority you get from handing your opponent their own rump on a platter, but you play sports for fun, and you watch sports for fun.  The competition drives most of the fun, but there's no reason to take it so seriously that you can't sit back after a loss and admit that you had a great time watching/playing the game.
I learned this pretty early.  I'd much rather be a starter on a bad team than a benchwarmer on a great team.  I played AAA soccer (playing teams all over Utah) when I was 10 and 11.  When I was 10, I was pretty good and got lots of minutes and scored a few goals.  When I was 11, my teammates spent the offseason practicing, and I didn't, making them much better than me.  All of the sudden, I was riding the pine and watching our team win.  I didn't care that we won, I only cared that I spent 10 hours at practice every week, and played only 10 minutes in each game.  Not only that, when I did play in the game, I was so much worse than the competition that I didn't even WANT to go in the game.  So I demoted myself to AA (playing teams only in Utah County) and found the competition to be much weaker, but not so bad that it was unfair.  My favorite years of soccer were between ages of 12 and 16, but our team never did better than 2nd place, whereas we were winning Utah State championships at the AAA level.
When I was in 7th grade, I played on an awesome Jr Jazz basketball team.  Austin Berge, future Orem High star, was an 8th grader and the star of our team.  We won the Orem city championship.  I rode the pine and scored about 10 points the entire season.  I hated it.  The next year, I was the tallest kid on a crappy team, but I loved it because I played the entire game (until fouling out, since I had to guard the other team's tallest player) and scored about 10 points a game.  I think we won one game.
BYU intramurals does this perfectly.  You choose a division to play your regular season in, which lasts 5 games, and then the scorekeepers rank your team and you get assigned a division based on how good/crappy you are.  There were 4 divisions, and the best was Division 1.  The eventual winning teams in Division 1 usually featured ex-college players like Mark Bigelow and Nate Call.  Thank goodness I never played in that division.  One year we went to Division 3 and made it all the way to the Final 4.
Recently, I've done my best to not dwell on the outcome of the game.  In fact, for certain teams and sports, I will record the game and only watch if my team wins.  That way, I'm never in a bad mood because "we" lost.  Some may say that it takes the passion out of it, and in my case, that's the whole point.  I found I enjoy my team winning regardless of whether I watched it live or not.
I've also found that winning championships isn't that great.  I, personally, have never won anything major, like a high school state title or whatever.  But I've won my fair share of league and school intramural titles, and it's nice, but who really cares?  Even when my team wins the title, like the Colts or the Cardinals, I found that it was a fun ride, but it's not like my week improved substantially.  This last year's World Series was a lot of fun, and I watched all the post-game celebration and analysis for the next couple of days, but then pretty much stopped thinking about it after that.  It was fun, and now it's over.  Let's do it again next year.
I will admit that winning increases the enjoyment by tenfold.  I always play to win, and I get steamed when I lose, but I always need to remind myself after each meaningless pickup game that it's just  a game, and that turd on your team who never passes is actually a nice guy and you probably shouldn't have taken that cheap shot at his knees.  Those who know me know that I play hard, and I play to win, and there's nothing worse than someone ruining a perfectly good pickup game by horsing around.  But winning's not that important, especially after the fact.  There's been many times I've been embarrassed by my behavior in these games, so I need to focus on the fact that it's only just for fun.
That's what this year's championship game lacked: fun.  I wasn't opposed to the game from a "2 best teams" standpoint, although that certainly is debatable.  I was opposed from an entertainment perspective.  They played each other already that season in the 2nd worst game of the year, a snoozefest ending in 9-6.  Why on earth did we have to watch them battle each other again?!?!  BOOOOORING!  So I didn't even bother watching the rematch, and when I found out about the results, I was bored just reading about it and glad I didn't waste my time.
The only good thing about this year's game was the controversy, which will probably lead to a playoff that will make finally make the college football postseason entertaining.  And that's what it's all about.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Follow Your Dreams, Do What You Love, and other nonsense

Every day, I walk past a park on my way to work from the train station.  It's a 5-minute walk, through a chain of parks called the "Greenway".  The Greenway is new, replacing what was once an ugly interstate that cut right through downtown, obstructing harbor views and creating much noise.  The 8-lane highway has been moved underground in the "Big Dig", and I have watched them transform a hideous pile of rubble into beautiful parks.  I go out of my way to walk through them, so I can look at the flowers, shrubs, and trees as they blossom, grow, and beautify. 

Unfortunately, these parks are being run over by Occupy Boston (OB), one of the branches of Occupy Wall Street.  Dozens of tents are crammed into the park outside of South Station, displaying leftist signs and emitting a noxious odor.  I have never seen any active acts of protest by these people, only the passive signs that I read as I walk past:

"Make love not GREED"
"America wants to work"
"Finance is pure evil"
"9/11 was an inside job"
And my absolute favorite: "Boycott student debt"

I initially laughed at them, not really understanding their overall message and goal.  I figured they would be gone in a few days.  This was in late September, and they are still there, even marching up the street just yesterday as a "Free Speech Protest".  What baffles me most of all is the empathy they are getting not only from the media, but from everybody.  Everyone seems to relate to the plight of the "99%", and the top news story for the last year has been unemployment.  While it is unfortunate to be jobless, nobody seems willing to blame themselves:  "It's the economy"; "It's the government"; "It's Wall Street and corporate greed"; "It's the baby-boomer generation" (side-note: dumbest article ever).

Since when is it not your own responsibility to find, and then keep, your job?   Who's stopping you from starting your own business?  Why is a job, along with healthcare, a perceived "unalienable" right?

I personally think that my generation, and the generation coming up, has been coddled.  Look at the media we've been digesting for years: Most of the movies involve some youth trying to "find himself" or "follow his dreams", and features a bald, old, stern-looking white man who is holding him back, representing "The Man".  Not to burst everyone's bubble here, but unless your dreams include reviewing large legal documents, writing mounds of code, working long hours for "The Man", or researching stocks (aka what most people consider "boring" jobs), you're going to need to give up on your dream and pursue something more marketable. 

Case in point:  I happen to work in a field (Information Technology) that is very marketable.  This is not my dream.  Besides being a professional athlete, my dream was to be a City Planner (instead of an architect), as growing up I loved maps and the flow of traffic and other related items.  I even took a few geography classes at BYU.  However, I did some research and found that: 1.  Working for the government totally sucks; 2.  It's very competitive and probably not nearly as enjoyable as, say, playing Sim City.  So I decided to go into Information Systems, knowing that every business uses technology to run their business, therefore, there would always be a need.  My dreams would be accomplished via video games, where the sole purpose of video games is to live in a fantasy world where you're playing in the NBA, designing cities, or conquering the world.

Now?  I have a good job.  Guess what?  We're hiring.  In fact, we need people so badly that we opened up around 50 positions nationwide last March, just in my small group full of data specialists.  These spots have still not been filled.  I know for a fact that other companies are hiring aggressively, looking for accountants, lawyers, IT consultants, systems analysts, etc.  Jobs are out there for the hungry and qualified.

Let's look at a scenario where one of the unreasonable demands of OB were met:  Let's say the government decided to create jobs and take away some of the "greed" on Wall Street by offering the OB positions where they would be the personal assistant of some fund manager, for example, for a percentage of the salary?  They obviously wouldn't be qualified to research stocks, so being a personal assistant is the only thing they could do.  This wouldn't work, though. The people in Tent City wouldn't be satisfied as a "Personal Assistant", especially not for a greedy fund manager.  They are too principled for such nonsense.  It's not their "dream" to work in such a capacity.  They want to write songs, craft sculptures, discuss politics, or research history.  They wanted a first-class education that has taught them about the nuances of 17th-century French literature, but they don't want to work a boring job to pay for it.

Why are they so quick to blame everyone else when it was their poor decisions that got them there in the first place?  Information about salaries, job openings, tuition, and really ANYTHING has been at our fingertips for more than a decade.  What were the OB thinking when they decided to pursue a degree in Philosophy at Northeastern University?  I just googled "average tuition at northeastern" and clicked on the first link.  The answer?  51K annually, right on the university's site.  Then I googled "employment rate by major" and found that Philosophy was 9.6%, which was about average*, but noticed that "Architecture and Urban Planning" was a staggering 18.2%, so I'm glad I didn't pursue my City Planning dream.  Of course, I don't know the validity of the survey, this is merely an example of how easy it is to get information.  2 minutes of research would save them a lifetime of debt with iffy job prospects.  With this much information available, why is the government accountable for people's careers, student debt, or lack of a job?  The difference between the OB and potential actors is that the actors at least realize it's a long-shot, so they work crappy jobs until they make it (and they also don't have mounds of debt, unless they went to Julliard).

*If you look at the percent of "Still in field by Major", Philosophy is at 36%, which is the LOWEST of all the majors, meaning: you can get a job as a Philosophy major, but it's not because of your major.  It's probably because you went to Law school.  This particular chart is probably the best indicator of the real-world value of a degree.

At what point do we need to just be realistic with ourselves?  If I told you I still wanted to play in the NBA, you'd laugh me out of the room.  But what about people who want to be Broadcast journalists?  Their chances aren't much better.

Why must we do what we love, rather than learn to love what we do?  I wasn't crazy about working with data, but I learned to enjoy certain aspects of it.  I don't go home at night and work on data for fun, but I don't dread going to work.  I work because I get paid, and I use that money to follow my dreams, which makes my time and motivation at work much better.

I'm like most of America, and think that getting jobs is not about waiting for the government to hand you one, it's about working hard, sending out applications, following leads, taking temp jobs, and doing what it takes to get a career you can be satisfied with.  Melanie is a great example of this.  She got a first-rate education at Boston College and a mountain of student debt.  She graduated in Marketing, which is a "marketable" major (yuk-yuk), but also very competitive in the job market.  She couldn't find a full-time job, so she took temp jobs to pay her rent and her loans.  She did a great job at these places, and finally one of the temp positions turned into a full-time one.  It took her 2 years of working temp jobs to get a full-time position.  And you can ask her, those temp jobs weren't exactly thrilling.

A lot of the OB people think that firing an employee is a crime next to murder.  That's just ridiculous.  If someone doesn't see the value in me, I wouldn't want to work there.  If I'm not adding any value to the company, then why should they keep me around?  Companies should not be concerned about my self-esteem, only the overall morale of the work force.  At my current job, we are always under observation, having to get constant performance feedback.  Once a year, we get an annual rating, and if that rating is low, we need to look for a new job or be fired in a month or so.  I like that I have to constantly be earning my position, because then it makes me feel good about my role here.  If I lose my job, it's because they don't need me, or I don't deserve the job.

My theory on the high unemployment:  Computers and systems have made every business much more efficient and effective.  Data is available to make better decisions.  However, it took some time for businesses to realize this.  They didn't need Carol in Purchasing to file invoices since 2001, because they automated her job with computers and streamlined the process.  However, they didn't lay her off until 2008 because they were doing so well, and why would they lay someone off when they were doing well?  All of the sudden, the stock market took a dive, real estate crashed, etc., and businesses had to adapt.  It was the perfect time to trim the fat, so Carol from Purchasing, along with others with similar roles, was let go.  It was sad.  But necessary for the long-term.

Now there are thousands of Carols from Purchasing on the streets, looking for jobs.  "What are your skills, Carol?"  "I'm real good at putting papers from stacks into folders."  "I'm sorry, but that's not really a skill.  My monkey can do that."  Carol from Purchasing now realizes that she is obsolete, and she won't be able to get a job as high-paying as the one she held with the skills she has.  Is this the government's fault?  Maybe it's Wall Streets, after all, their greed caused the stock market crash!  Or maybe Carol from Purchasing should have realized at some point that she's easily replaced and should learn a more marketable skill?  The grim reality is that Carol from Purchasing will have to work in retail, restocking shelves or, if she's lucky, as a supervisor, probably making 30% of what she was before.  It turns out that Carol from Purchasing is a single mom of 3 small children, one of which has diabetes.  Seems unfair.

But look at it from this perspective:  Maybe Carol from Purchasing has been overpaid for 7 years by 70% (if not 100%), practically stealing from the company.  Has she never once thought to update her skillset?  Did she really think that filing paper invoices was a lasting career choice?  It sounds heartless in my made-up situation (even I'm starting to feel sorry for her), but how could she not try to protect herself?  How could she not think ahead?  Is the government responsible for every poor decision, whether active or passive, made by us?

I think most companies that survived the 2008 recession are in a decent place.  Unemployment will take years to go down, because it has to do it organically.  If companies aren't hiring, make your own company-necessity is the mother of invention.  Unemployed college grads that aren't too busy whining will find ways to make money/products/sell services.  Maybe they will start selling items on eBay, finding a niche and making some money.  Maybe they will make a revolutionary widget that changes the way you think about pomegranates.  Maybe they will start offering services on Craigslist, the epitome of the free market.  I called an out-of-work licensed electrician off of Craig's list and paid him $400 for a day's worth of services.  A few more days like that a month and he could be making enough to pay rent and feed his family.  He didn't realize this, but his quote was half of what the established businesses were quoting me.  Same with plumbers, plasterers, cleaning services, etc., that I've hired.  I find almost all of my services on Craig's list for a fraction of the price.  You're telling me that the OB can't clean a house?  Maybe if they did it well, they'd pick up more clients.  They'd charge more for doing such great work.  They'd hire people to do the cleaning for them, making sure the quality didn't suffer and the clients didn't have issues.  Pretty soon they have a well-run cleaning business and they don't even have to work anymore.  Isn't that the American Dream?

Most of the people in OB wouldn't agree with me.  That's fine, this is only one man's perspective.  You can certainly have success, financial and otherwise, in other ways, but you can't count it as success if someone does it for you.  Get your Liberal Arts degree.  Get your dream job if you can.  Pay off your student debt or default and kill your credit.  Go camp in the park either way.  But do it without the government's help.  Otherwise, let's just stop with this "99%" nonsense and call you what you really are: A bunch of commies.