I randomly needed a cooler while traveling. So I bought one.
And then I realized that I needed to decorate it. So I did.
"you are the bouncers, I am the cooler."
ASP can be Active Server Page. At least that's the definition with which I'm most familiar. It's about how web pages are controlled and rendered in your web browser.
My take lately is Asymmetrical Sensitivity Profile.
A person with an Asymmetrical Sensitivity Profile can present themselves as really blunt and harsh and critical towards nearly everyone around them, but if that person has one hint of a word said to them about anything that is in the slightest way direct, or against their opinion, or slightly coaching, or emotionally unexpected, they will treat you like The Beast himself who has come to rip their soul from their bodies. In their eyes, you will be the biggest POS on the face of the earth. And for that matter the most evil person in existence in the universe.
e.g. someone shares an idea in a group setting, and the Mr. Asshole in the group says to them "that is the stupidest idea I have ever heard in my life." And he doesn't think twice about it. But if someone tells Mr. Asshole that his idea doesn't really fit within the scope of the project at the moment, then he'll think to himself, "You are a prick and you're trying to sabotage my career. I can’t wait to stab you in the back you freakin' moron."
Have you ever told someone something innocuous like "you have some ketchup right there" (pointing to your own chin), then they react with a sour look on their face? Like they are thinking "what the fuck, man? I can't have a little ketchup on my face while I'm enjoying my fucking fries? Why do you have to be so fucking annoying?!"
One time I told a guy who came by my cube that he had something on his face. It looked like a dab of lotion. I couldn't help myself because it was so obvious and I didn't want him to walk around too much longer with it. I wasn't laughing at him. I wasn't actively clowning on him for having it on his face. I simply stated a fact in about as dry and nice way as I could. But maybe I unintentionally sounded like an asshole???. He promptly simultaneously turned around, brushed off the piece of tissue and left. He abandoned whatever conversation he was about to start with me. It felt like he was mumbling "Damn you Dae. Why the hell you gotta be like that?"
I tried to think about it from his point of view. Maybe it was that he was too embarrassed or something. But what's crazy is that he was one of the most brash and confident dudes in the office. He would not have any reason to be embarrassed around a lowly engineer like me. He walked away and I went back to work and to this very day I have no idea what was going through his head.
There is that very popular TV show called Survivor. There will inevitably be some players who are really good at the game who you don't like. And there will be others who don't play the politics very well who you do like. Their likability plays a factor in their ability to survive, but it is not the sole factor by any means.
Even though I might not like a good player, there is a certain level of respect I will give them. And that's the way it sometimes works in Corporate America. Layoffs, rightsizing, downsizing, mergers+acquisitions, the profit motivation, and maximization of shareholder value have made it so that many companies are the same Survivor Islands. And all the players are the employees who are fighting for their survival. Information hoarding, treachery, lying, and backstabbing are traits you need on the TV Survivor Islands and the Corporate Islands.
So while I do respect the players who survive, I don't have to like them.
<originally drafted May 2016. very late to publish.>
This is GREAT packaging.
No stupid packing peanuts.
No rattling around inside the box.
No product packaging getting mangled inside from bouncing around inside the shipping container.
My name is Dae Yu.