Just a Moment [Fiction]

The staircase felt longer than it should have, but Lore took each step one at a time. Running might bring her closer more quickly, but it would not change the outcome.

“You realize anyone we send is liable to die, right?”

The discussion rang in her ears and her memory. 

“He’s not exactly in the most charitable of moods.”

Click. Click. Click. One stair at a time. One heartbeat at a time. The seconds ticked away. She ran her fingertips over the railing and let it soothe her.

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So Fantastic Beasts

Ladies and Gents, I have a confession to make: I know nothing about Harry Potter. There I said it. I am a member of the reading public who has never read, seen, or cared about Harry Potter.  To be honest, part of my problem is rabid fans. My first attempt at introduction to the Potter-verse was in college during a creative writing class in which a fellow classmate made fun of the people picketing and saying that it was a tool of the devil. As a rule, I avoid most things with rabid fans or anti-fans unless it is something I am already familiar with. The current surge in Dark Tower fandom brought on by the oncoming movie doesn’t bother me because I’ve already read the Dark Tower series several times and have some settled opinions about it. All that being said, I went to see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

It was a beautiful, wonderful, captivating movie. I hesitate to say I love it, but I just might.

What about it did I love? Well, having an autistic leading man, perfect. Having two love stories, one of which doesn’t pan out and another which does, beautifully done. Granted Newt/Tina turns out exactly the way I expected in dealing with two characters with social interaction problems. Both myself and the fiance were nearly screaming at him to kiss her in their ending scene, but I knew it wasn’t going to happen because that was not where he was yet and while she’s confident in her decisions about work, she’s less confident in her decisions about people so she wasn’t going to make that move either. Awkwardly awesome. Jacob the no-mag’s resignation of losing something that has given his life meaning, it was an AWWWW scene. (There’s also the interesting fact that though he was obliviated, he still partly remembers what he saw and uses it in his pastries. I wonder if that means there is a chance he could regain his memory?) Collin Farrell as Graves was amazing. Of course, I adore Collin Farrell in an ‘he could narrate me the phone book’ kinda way, so yeah. Part of me wonders though: Was Grindelwald Graves the whole time, like that was a complete alter-ego of his or was there once a real Graves that Grindelwald killed and took over his identity? Either could be interesting.

After doing a bit of reading, I am made to understand there will be more movies in this franchise. As of right now, I am very interested to see them and where this goes.

I know, I know, you’re wondering so I shall put you out of your misery. Kinda. Harry Potter has been on my radar as something I might consider reading for a number of years. Seeing this film has not catalyzed that into being anything more than a whim. It might happen. It might not. Who knows?

Blame

Once upon a time, I was an airline reservations agent. I worked in a cubicle surrounded by dozens of other reservations agents and for eight hours a day, I tried (and occasionally succeeded) in helping people get to where they wanted to go with our airline. Most definitely not rocket science. I did that for a couple of years and I learned a number of things. Some of them useful, some of them not. However, one lesson that stuck out to me was a lesson in human nature.

We like to blame people.blame

One situation sticks out vividly. It is winter. I am settled in GA but dealing with people traveling all over the country. A mother calls in from Denver, CO. A word about winter in Denver, if you didn’t know, it snows a lot. It is not unusual for the airport in Denver to be closed due to snow and that was what happened. This mother, with her children, was trapped in the Denver airport because of the snow and she called reservations to see what we could do about that. Do you see where this goes wrong, I’m sure you do. After a few minutes of verification, customer service thrives on verification, we get down to the meat of her problem: She is snowed in.

Just to refresh. I am in Georgia. I am not Storm from the X-men. I am not an agent of TSA or FAA. While I am sympathetic, as you can imagine, she is not the only person I’ve talked to who is stuck somewhere because of inclement weather. In short, there is absolutely nothing I can do for her.

After explaining this as politely as I can, she becomes rather upset. I listen to her as she unleashes her unhappiness over the phone. There is still nothing I can do, but I can at least listen. Then she hit me with:

You are ruining my children’s Disney vacation.

-blink-

I’m not too stunned to speak, but as my mouth is forming words, my brain is rapidly (and repeatedly) hammering on the ‘SHUT UP’ button. Nothing I would have said in response would have made it better. I know this now. I actually knew it then, but I hadn’t yet learned completely the lesson I needed to get out of customer service. The lesson: Just because you blame someone doesn’t make it any less your problem. 

In that instance, she blamed me for being snowed in. However, blaming me did not shift the reality of the situation at all. She was still snowed in.

But what’s the point of this discussion? Well, recently, I have been displeased with portions of my life. Some of it comes from my interactions with others, some not. However, the reality of the situation is: Even if I blame them, it is still MY PROBLEM. In the end, I have to do something about it whether it is truly their fault or not. Reality bends to action not will. I do not discount the power of positive thinking, but I have yet to see something appear out of thin air in response to someone’s thought process. Therefore, I choose to assume one needs to get off their butt and work for it to make it happen.

So I ask: Have you been so busy blaming that you haven’t worked on something that’s genuinely your problem? I’d love to hear from you.

Love!