I’ve had quite a few jobs in my lifetime: making fiberglass kayaks and medical parts, pumping gas in a full service gas station, ski instructor, CPR/First Aid instructor, National Ski Patroller, graphic designer, marketing chief, house painter….
Each one had its shorthand acronyms due to the nature of the particular beast. Stands to reason as we get comfortable in a job and we speed up our acumen. Especially if we’re working with colleagues “in the know”. Big concepts capsulized.
Three jobs were full of them: National Ski Patrol, U.S. Army, Mom.
NSP: OEC, BSI, OPQRST, RICE, MOI, CMS, HACE, HAPE, DCAP BTLS…
U.S. Army: KISS, BLUF, FUBAR, USAG, AST, CPAC, DFAS, DFAC, FOUO….
Mom: looks, head nods, touches, tone, song, words….
Whereas the first two jobs were welcome succinct abbreviations of sometimes complicated ideas (I remember the pride when I wrote my first army brief using only acronyms and it all made sense!) the mom job, well, a bit more wholistic.
Who doesn’t know “9/11”? Seventeen years of turmoil, torture, memorials, funerals, dedications, war, presidents. My son was in middle school and I remember thinking thank goodness by the time he has to register for service this war will be over. How many generations before “9/11” fades to vintage colloquialism?
As I look out the window this morning it was much like it is today. Fog starting to burn off as the sun rises and looking to be one of those robin’s egg blue sky fall days.