Carl T. Holscher fights for the customers.

Year: 2013

Movie Theaters

I love going to the movies. I go on a weekday night, not too late, and not to anything too new. I like going to a quiet theater.

There are no teenagers. There are no children. There are few adults and they are respectful. There is no opening night crowd, though those have their place too.

There is nothing to distract me from the movie. It’s just me, my snacks and the movie.

I love going to the movies because it’s a quiet time where I can turn off the outside world and be transported to a new one. I allow the suspension of disbelief to overtake me.

I liken the experience to the iPad. There is only time and space for one thing at a time. There is no internet to pull my attention. No one is going to call, email or talk to me.

I am sitting in that dark room, staring at the screen, completely taken in by the new world I am living in for the next couple of hours.

I enjoy that movies seem to be getting longer. I remember a time when most would barely clock in at 90 minutes, and often times barely run over an hour.

Looking over the list tonight, most were at least two hours and Lincoln clocking in at 2.5 hours. I like the longer movies because I get more involved in the story when there is more story to tell.

Two hours are about perfect to tell a story and not skip any key parts. It’s also not so long as to cause lulls in the plot.

Part of the film that drags on far too long and feels disjointed with the story with a perfect way to lose the

Movie theaters are magic and I relive that magic every time I visit.

Slipping Away

I have a terrible memory. If I could outsource all of my memory, I would. If I could channel my memories into an iPhone or other device I gladly would.

I would love to have my life recorded from my perspective and available to playback and remember clearly as things happened.

It would stop me from idealizing past things that weren’t nearly as good as I remember them. It would allow me to remember things I’ve said, commitments I’ve made and what my thoughts and opinions were and are.

I would be most interesting in how I’ve changed as a person. I can look back and try to remember, but my memory is feeble and fraught with error.

I would love to be able to look back with crystal clarity at my past. I do not wish to dwell in the past, only to remember what I cannot.

More Thank You’s

There are not enough “Thank You’s” in my line of work.

I’m always the villain.
Never the hero.

It would be nice to hear more thanks for the work I provide to my customers everyday.

This got me thinking. How often are other thankless jobs recognized and appreciated?

How often does the legal team get a Thank You?

How often do Human Resources get a kudos?

What about your own manager? Do you ever tell them you appreciate their time and efforts?

It’s easy to get lost in feeling under appreciated and overworked.

Take today to tell someone how much you appreciate their work. Find a teammate, co-worker, or even someone in a department you barely know and say Thank you.

Send them an email.

Pass along a Card Against Apathy.

Or even better, put a handwritten note or card through inter office mail or on their desk.

Do something small for someone today to show you appreciate what they do.

We could all show more appreciation to those around us.

A customer at Tim Hortons decided to pay for the order of the next person in line. The trend continued for 3 hours and 228 people.

Can you start a chain of kindness today?

Shipwrecked

I read one book. Now I’m trapped.

I finished a story. I got all three parts. Completed. Finished.

But it was merely a glimpse. An introduction. The tattered edge of a map waving invitingly in the breeze.

Beckoning me. Begging me. Calling me to it. Demanding I dig deeper.

Deeper I went. There is another book. A sequel. Well reviewed and available.

It fills the gaps in the first story. It was less a sequel as the rest of the story.

The completion of a tale only half told.

I was excited. And conflicted.

I had other worlds to visit. I tried to dive in. Dangling my toe into their literary waters.

I swam in them. Forcing myself into the crashing waves and chilly depths.

But each time I regretted leaving my first world. It has stuck with me. Demanding my attention. Begging to show me more.

Hiking its skirt up and showing some leg. Legs that went on forever. There were even more books. An entire universe to explore.

A huge world I was merely a tourist in. I had stumbled in unknowingly.

It has me and it won’t let me go. I need to know more. I must visit. I must move there.

I must return to the world I know only vaguely. Armed with more questions than answers, I tip toe closer to its Siren’s song.

I am taken. Shipwrecked. With no hope of escape. Unless I learn all I can. And to do that…

I must read.

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