Do you have what it takes to succeed for Administrative Professionals Day?
Among the holdings of the National Archives at Fort Worth are the records of the Bureau of Apprenticeship and Training (RG 300). These documents, dating from the late 1950s to the late 1960s, offer insights into how secretaries were viewed and trained. They also offer a glimpse of an era gone by.
"Brooke’s Your Reflector Number I (Personality) Quiz" from the Secretarial Training Program in Waco, Texas from January 1959 to June 1959 (Online catalog identifier 7280725).
This flashback comes courtesy of our colleagues at the National Archives at Fort Worth, and their blog series: Flashback! Secretaries of the 1950s and 1960s: Do You Have What it Takes to be One
How did you score? Do you have a “good personality rating for the business world”?
I could listen to the soothing sounds of people who don’t understand the internet telling me how the internet is going to work for them for hours. seriously. few things make me smile as broadly as listening to people who don’t understand how the internet works telling me how awesome everything is going to be when they are done telling me what I am going to do to make it work just they way they want it to. I love innocence and hope and the possibility of the magic they can conjure with just their thoughts.
I got a rain barrel.
some things I don’t understand: the reverence with which a whole bunch of people I was hanging with last night were talking about mcdonalds. did I love it like that when I was a kid? because when I think about it now I just feel nauseous.
also: sports. they make me tourrette-ily shout, “SPORTS!” when they are being excessively discussed to which one person there, who knows I am a poet, seemed to suggest that poetry and sports can’t co-exist in harmony and while I would have liked to refute this, for me it is the truth. I don’t care about sports. SPORTS!
I like it when I learn more about other human beings by asking questions and finding them, against all odds, answered. sometimes I forget how we are all bumbling along but also how we can learn from each other, and we can feel less alone by just talking. let’s talk. we will feel less alone.
and my enthusiasm for my rain barrel is probably as foreign to most of them as their enthusiasm for mcdonalds, so we are even. but I betcha some poet has written a great poem about sports. wait, I’ve got it without even thinking hard: james wright’s autumn begins in martin’s ferry ohio.
My cousin makes awesome games.
I am posting to officially advertise three games which I’ve recently semi-mass-produced.
- TRYPTIC ($25) is a fairly simple board game which nevertheless allows for deep play (bluffing, pattern recognition, and spatial strategy). People have been known to get a little obsessed with this one. And it is, ahem, pretty sexy looking. The boards are carved maple with glass pieces.
- TOXIC GNOME ($15) is an orthographic game (along the lines of Scrabble or Boggle) with a mechanic that makes it a little more intense than those games.
- PETRI DISH ($20) is a spatial game aimed at younger kids (I’ve played with 5-year olds, and they won). It’s all made of felt, it moves fast, and it’s very unpredictable.
this morning I went to return the paint the store mixed incorrectly. the dude who mixed BOTH gallons kept saying, “someone used the WRONG BASE!” Here’s the thing about blaming “someone” or saying “those people.” It is all of us. He mixed both my gallons: the wrong one and the right one. blaming “someone” or “those people” is so silly because I’d rather just admit that I’m human too. I said that to him, but didn’t have the heart to be like, “DUDE, someone is YOU.”
honestly I’d rather chew gum and eat crackers at the same time than give any more attention to crappy presidential art works.
Hacker Obtains Unreleased Clinton White House Doodles
A Bill Clinton sketch from the trove released to Gawker by the hacker Guccifer (image via Gawker)
two days ago on my lunchbreak I decided to stuff my face with my mini pechuga asada (small roast breast, I guess) next to the people’s bank HQ, where I can admire the barnum museum and bathe myself in that november stranger, sunlight. o sunlight. how I pine for you like a lover during these short-sunned months.
maybe I vaguely knew that the seating I chose to sit upon is popular with bmx bikers and skateboarders, since it displays the marks of their enthusiasm—dark edges and a closeness to the ground that encourages tricks. also: it is a fairly huge plaza, often empty of people because there is no greenery and some days the bank HQ and placement of buildings on this street creates a wind tunnel.
when one biker sped by and shot me a dirty look I was confused. then another did, then another, then one jumped his bike onto the long stone seating and then jumped off before hitting me. I realized what was going on, suddenly, and apologized because here I was, a single person with a plate of beans and chicken and plantains and rice taking over a landscape of fun for them. one of them said, “it’s cool, we just have to head a little further.” this made me feel better, but still sorry.
who owns these streets? we all do. I felt badly that I wasn’t sharing them. but that lunch was delicious, and so was the sunlight blasting down in its wintry way.
last evening marked a success in sleep: I was able to wake at 3 am-about and then successfully fall back asleep until 7.10. Previous attempts at this not-so-big-feat have been elusive in the past few weeks. I blame the shortening days & I blame my anxieties.
I felt like a newly minted human and so I did the dishes and got dressed slubbishly and took to the streets and the state park with my dog. She being keenly aware of all ground-dwellers alerted me to a small bunny rabbit who lives just down the lane from us. I had thought all bunnies in the 06460 lived in woodmont, so this was delightful.
I was inspired by this david sedaris interview to renew my old litter-pickin up trends of my old downtown dwelling days, particularly since my pup on a long walk is in the habit of dropping multiple deuces. So the deuce closest to home inside its bag becomes a trash bag for all the street detritus of meadowside road, and then I dump it at the trash can at the school playground and proceed to the state park. perhaps someone will buy me an official litter pickin device for christmas?
this morning the rooster that lives at the animal shelter was crowing hardcore, and the sun was trying to peek out but not doing so well, and I again collected seaweed to compost in our garden for next year. There were also a bunch of guys working on a beach mansion but mostly they seemed to be taking in the view and also checking their smart phones, and I understood at least part of this equation. I looked unsuccessfully for the vicious beast who bit my dog’s butt in the neighborhood and then we went home. I drank lukewarm tea and dressed for work. amen.
I often walk through the community college
in order to view the artwork and suck up some youthful vibrations
in order to remind myself that one can always begin again.
today I read some wall information about art conservation
and looked into a tiny room devoted to meditation
then went inside and closed my eyes against the clicking fluorescent lights
I did not sit or pray in the direction of mecca but there was a small piece of paper taped to the wall that indicated what direction that would be
I breathed easily in this enclosed room without natural light
went back outside
then went back inside
I chanted “so hum” to myself and as I type that now, I think of eeyore. there was no one in the fitness center adjacent and I wondered
if during zumba classes so humming might be more difficult.
(This is a photo of me, my mom & my brother with our first computer) (the background was black and the display was orange. this was a huge deal, this computer.)
"The computer is dangerous because it shapes your capacity to understand what’s possible. The computer is like an apparently submissive servant that turns out to be a subversive that ultimately gains control of your mind. The computer is such a powerful instrument that it defines, after a while, what is possible for you. And what is possible is within the computer’s capacity. And while it seems in the beginning like this incredibly gifted and talented servant actually has a very limited intelligence — the brain is so much vaster than the computer. But, the computer is very insistent about what it’s good at, and before you know it — it’s like being with somebody who has bad habits, you sort of fall into the bad habits — and it begins to dominate the way you think about what is possible. … [Counter this] by doing things that are uncomfortable for it to do."