The Good and the Bad

The good: Method clean­ers rock. I rock for find­ing and buy­ing them. So there.

I bought a basic array of Method prod­ucts and left them for the maids to use this week. Not only did the prod­ucts work well, the maids real­ly, real­ly liked them. And the house smelled not just clean but GOOD. No Pine Sol or ammo­nia or chlo­rine any­thing. Instead, there were hints of French laven­der, lemon gin­ger, and mint. Only hints, mind you, no odif­er­ous cloud. 

The floor feels nicer. The house looks nicer. Every­thing feels and looks good.

The maids have been instruct­ed to always use the clean­ers we pro­vide, nev­er their stan­dard prod­ucts. And they’re hap­py about them. In fact, the own­er of the ser­vice called me today and asked me about the cleaners.

The fact that the prod­ucts are non-tox­ic, biodegrad­able, and pack­aged in eas­i­ly recy­clable con­tain­ers is nice, too. It would­n’t be enough to make up for them being inef­fec­tive prod­ucts, but it’s a nice extra ben­e­fit for some­thing that is effective.

The bad: There’s one pro­fes­sor in my major at school who seri­ous­ly makes me think I am in the wrong field.

I have one class with him this semes­ter, and I real­ly can’t avoid him for the rest of the program.

He’s not a bad guy. It isn’t that I dis­like him personally.

It’s that he is an Intel­lec­tu­al in the most annoy­ing sense. He’s all about meta-every­thing. Ana­lyz­ing the means of analy­sis, etc. Page after page of dis­cus­sion of labels for var­i­ous spe­cif­ic jobs in the field, rather than get­ting right down to learn­ing to do those jobs. Yes, he is the pro­fes­sor who appeared in that night­mare.

(The man is also, all by him­self, more than enough jus­ti­fi­ca­tion for the pur­chase of a laser print­er if a stu­dent (like me) does­n’t find it com­fort­able to read lengthy dis­course on a com­put­er screen. I must print out all the dozens of vow­el move­ments to which he refers so that I can slog through them.)

I am a good writer. I am, in fact, a good com­mu­ni­ca­tor. I know that.

But if this kind of non­sense is what is required to get a degree in com­mu­ni­ca­tions, I am in the wrong field. Because I hate every bit of it.

I am very good at learn­ing new things and help­ing oth­ers to under­stand them. That is the essence of tech­ni­cal com­mu­ni­ca­tion, as far as I’m con­cerned. The mate­r­i­al involved is opaque to many but would be of great ben­e­fit to them at times. I want to help peo­ple like my par­ents gar­ner that ben­e­fit with­out hav­ing to become geeks.

Per­haps I should have majored in some tech­ni­cal field or anoth­er, with a minor in com­mu­ni­ca­tions at most. Or just got­ten some gen­er­al degree in some­thing I enjoy study­ing, like history.

I’m feel­ing very con­fused about my path right now.

Cur­rent Mood: 😕con­fused
Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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