Mexican restaurant personality quiz

Interior of Taqueria Los Hermanos

There are two kinds of personality tests: scientifically valid and silly. This is the latter. Among the myriad serious assessments of your “type” or “preferences” are Enneagram, DISC Profile, Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, the Big Five Personality Test (aka OCEAN), and Clifton Strengths Finder. I’ve taken them all at various points in my illustrious career and … Continue reading Mexican restaurant personality quiz

Technology-driven customer service ineptitude

Rental car company website homescreen with a BMW and the words "Don't Rent a Car. Rent THE car."

At the risk of sounding like a “Get off my lawn!” old person, I can’t help but marvel at how technological failures can ruin a customer experience. As I descend (ascend?) into “Get off my lawn!” maturity, I have noted a steep decline in customer service in all facets of life. Perhaps you have as … Continue reading Technology-driven customer service ineptitude

Who is your team?

Three members of the Georgia Redcoat Marching Band arm-in-arm before a game at Sanford Stadium.

Sports happen all year round in different seasons, much like nature itself. When I was coming of age there were three distinct seasons that overlapped the traditional four equinox-related time periods. (I went into great detail to explain all the equinoxes in a previous post.) Those three seasons were Football, Basketball and Baseball. Barron's pure … Continue reading Who is your team?

Skin deep

Close up of middle aged man's face with glasses and a small, round bandage under his right eye

I’ve officially been “visit-the-dermatologist-anually” years-old since 2014. What I’ve learned in the intervening 11 years is that these appointments with Dr. Weiss are usually quick and painless but sometimes unexpectedly concerning. My Darling Beloved remains vigilant about my health, and when I catch her gazing longingly at my ruggedly handsome features, I have learned that … Continue reading Skin deep

The ‘journal’ part of being a ‘journalist’

Journal and a historic Georgia plate

I began identifying as a “journalist” as early as age 17, long before I actually started keeping a journal. As the high school columnist and summer intern for that bastion of Central Florida journalism, the now defunct Lake Wales Daily Highlander, I was the cubbiest of cub reporters, filling notepads with scribbled quotes from interviews, … Continue reading The ‘journal’ part of being a ‘journalist’