Just yesterday, I was complaining—as I often do—about the Chutes and Ladders like advancement in aviation, at least for pilots. By the time you climb to the top of one ladder, an unfortunate roll of the die or twist of fate funnels you down a chute so fast it tests the integrity of your pants. (Old Navy jeans will melt like a plastic plate on a gas grill.) After all the flight training and lingering student loans, a mere slip on a couple of ladder rungs—rather than transgressing to airplane washer—would be appreciated.
While enjoying a fixed state of pilot employment, however, the smell of melting denim brought to mind aviation's career slide. Other aromas bring about fonder memories, like my association with the smell of cotton candy and stepping in elephant poop. But that’s not my point. It seems aviation is not the only profession with dramatic career peaks and valleys. Even prior recognition or sucess, writing has them too.
For months I have wanted to spruce up the blog and turn it into a real Web site. You can imagine my delight, then, when I united my two-year-old dot-com address with a hosting site. Anybody who is anyone has a dot-com. Having to type blogspot in the address makes people wash the stain of amateur from their fingertips (so they tell me). Besides, you get a ton of cool features with WordPress like searchable tags, categorized articles, and social media links.
My excitement over the new Web site, however, ended shortly after uploading a WordPress template that—in finding and selecting—took years off my life. In trying to change something as simple as font, I slid down the steepest chute and into a burning inferno. And no, the combustion of my pants (damn Old Navy) did not spark the fire. It was burning, of immeasurable magnitude, before I got there, like the pit of despair or Hell.
WordPress provides a new dimension. Gone are the days of user-friendly Blogger templates, familiar ground, and acceptable presentation. There, I wield my computer illiteracy and close my eyes when trying to conquer code. Perhaps I should have taken my counselor's advice in high school and became a computer programmer after all. I bet techies only bump their chins on the ladder when their foot slips during ascent.