What to talk about, what to talk about… where did I succeed this week? Where did I struggle?
I don’t like the shapes and colors. I really don’t. But I suspect my dislike is mostly because I’m not good at it. I’m used to catching onto things quickly; I’m immensely adaptable and I learn as easily as I breathe; it’s a quality that’s stood me in good stead throughout my working career, as I moved from job to job – learning, building relationships and skill, creating a comfortable place for myself… and then growing bored and moving on to the next job, the next challenge, the next team. The only time I’ve needed more than a week to learn how to do what I was hired for was when I apprenticed as a spring winding technician.
(I still miss spring winding. I probably always will. I was happier there than I’ve ever been at any other point in my varied job history, though my present job comes reasonably close. But driving an hour or more to get to work had gotten hard on the pocketbook, and staying with my brother in the cities during the week was hard on my hubby (and our cats). So I gave it up. And part of me has always regretted that.)
T’any rate. I latch onto numbers, not shapes or colors. And although during a prior iteration of the course I was able to force myself to notice blue rectangles, that’s all they were. They didn’t mean anything.
Until this week. I was at work, setting up a run on the CNC (these days I machine plaques, letters, and signs in aluminum, bronze, brass, and some stainless steel), and I noticed the control panel. I mean, I look at them every day, multiple times a day; reading the information, the numbers on the display, interpreting them, making adjustments or assessing the condition of the metal or tools or coolant flow. But on five of the machines, the main screen on the control panel is segmented, the background colors of three of those segments – you guessed it – blue rectangles. Seeing that, and consciously noticing that not only is it a shade of blue, it’s rectangular, I suddenly realized I hadn’t said “Do it now” 25 times for the second time of the day.
I quickly rattled them off as I completed the setup and started the run, then went to the next machine. A tool needed changing, and I suddenly noticed that the cabinet we get the tools out of is a tall, free-standing rectangle bordered in blue. Within the display window, some of the tools have long and narrow blue casings; others are nestled snugly in blue envelopes a bit taller than they are wide. And I think, I need to set aside time to clean the upstairs bathrooms on Saturday. Which, you might guess, is my chore for the week.
So why is it finally working this time around?
Don’t know. Don’t really care. I just know that for the first time in six years, since my first time through the MKMMA, I’m linking properly instead of pretending to do it.
And that’s pretty darned cool.