A Blog by Matt Kieta
Yesterday a man came into my restaurant whom had served beside and possibly among the men who stormed the beachfronts at Normandy. Or maybe handled the withering heat of the South Pacific as they took on fierce Japanese soldiers on Guadalcanal. Or wintered in the
As a manager, part of my job is to hire new workers. Shocking, I know. So I see a fair number of resumes. Assuming the applicants have taken some level of care with their resumes, they will usually include popular buzzwords, which I understand are
I have a habit. For the longest time, I didn’t even realize I did it, or did it as often as I did. I am an imaginary confrontationalist. Yes, I made that title up, but it’s a real thing. It is an aspect of my
“Be content to seem what you really are.” –Marcus Aurelius Anyone who follows my blog for even a short bit of time will know how I feel about Marcus Aurelius, the philosopher-emperor of Rome in the second century C.E. He is, more or less,
I have a pet peeve: I can’t stand stupid people. This is a fact I have known about myself for quite some time. Nothing irritates me more than dealing with stupid people. Okay, not true, I am more vexed by people acting shady and dishonest.
I suppose I am going to break many promises with myself on this one. I promised myself I would avoid getting political too often on this blog. I also promised myself I wouldn’t allow myself to be dragged into the Kavanaugh debate which has gripped
Before I even had a passing thought on self-improvement, I absolutely loved The Shawshenk Redemption. (Spoiler alert for the movie—if you have not seen it and do not wish to be spoiled, do not read past this pont) The powerful story of Andy
I don’t really feel like writing today. Or, more to the point, despite a ton of good subjects to write about, none of them are truly motivating me at the moment to sit down and put up a blog post. But I need to put
“What matters isn’t what a person has or doesn’t have, it is what he or she is afraid of losing.” –Nassim Nicholas Taleb, Skin In The Game Everyone knows F.O.M.O. But how about its insidious neighbor F.O.L.A.? The Fear Of Missing Out is so
Back when I was a younger idiot (instead of the older one I am now), and I was first working as a server in college, I had many good friends at my restaurant. Few were as great a friend to me back then as John