The thing is, I love it more than I hate it
So, last week I completed my second move to Manhattan. The first one was last month, with lots of stuff but no dogs. This time, I drove by myself from Ohio to NYC with my two dogs and a mini-SUV full of more stuff. It started with a positive energy when I took off at 4am, but turned into one of those days, as one of my colleagues at ifridge & Company describes, where “the city got the better of me”. I finally understood what she meant by that expression.
After the long day, I started to question (again) why I moved here. Manhattan seriously was the last place I’d ever consider moving; I call it “Crazy Town”. I’ve realized my experiences here have fit into either the “I Love It” or the “I Hate It” category (and hardly ever mundane). To me, it is a city of extremes, as others have noted before. Being analytical and with a love for tables, I thought I would assess things that happened to me (mostly that day) along these two extreme criteria.
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I love it
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I hate it
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It was pleasant enough to drive here from Ohio, after drinking a few energy shots and listening to the awesome Sirius XM satellite
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… but it is a long 9 hours from my parents now by car, if they want to see the dogs and maybe me
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Downtown NYC has a charming, non-grid street setup
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The GPS was outdated and I couldn’t make that left turn before the bridge that I needed to to get to my apartment so I ended up in Brooklyn, adding 45 minutes to a 9 hour car ride
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My apartment building has a nice loading zone that is such a convenience; I’ve previously seen so many moving trucks park there for hours to unload their contents
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Oh, it’s actually bike lane, and I got a ticket for leaving the car there unattended. Attempting the move by myself was not the best idea.
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Taxis are plentiful if you need them to get around
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This taxi driver on his third day on the job said I would have to give him the directions to my apartment, and then I made a navigation mistake painfully lengthening the trip but couldn’t convince the dang newbee to make a U-turn (he’ll learn)
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I live in a quaint little apartment with a view of the Empire State Building
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I live in a little apartment. I continue to miscalculate how much room I have as I am still trying to unpack this load of stuff
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There is a surprisingly good volume of air from the apartment window air conditioners
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…that remind me a bit of a takeoff at the airport on every cycle-on and the room swings from hot to warm all day
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You don’t need to own a car here
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Doing like many Manhattanites, I carried a broken 7 ft. long piece of my bed back to IKEA in Brooklyn last week, via subway and bus, so I could finish the assembly job; on the plus side, holding it seemed to discourage a randomly screaming bus patron from messing with me
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My dogs will get to socialize and meet new people while living in an apartment instead of a stand-alone house
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The dogs hear any little apartment noise from other tenants, or see any other dogs, and bark and run around (uh, Manhattan is
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I live in probably the most diverse neighborhood anywhere; it is always colorful and surprising.
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My neighborhood is especially colorful and surprising, AT NIGHT
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There are so many interesting food choices in my neighborhood
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“Seriously, dogs, what did you just eat off the sidewalk?”
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You can get almost anything delivered here
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I have no problem with this
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Not so much
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It is a bit expensive to live here ($12 for a panini sandwich is just wrong). And not sure if you’ve heard, but the rents are high
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If I look at these lists, even though they appear to be pretty equal, I have to admit that I already love it more than I hate it. And to some degree, that is all that matters, because the love is pretty awesome. And the “hate it” ones are irritating enough to make you realize you’ve worked hard to earn the “love it” ones. Not a bad thing.
So, I started to think about this “love it more than I hate it” conclusion in other contexts, such as how a business presents itself to its customers or makes decisions, because frankly I needed the distraction from the chaotic day. Are there any products or businesses or events that you love more than you hate, and that are therefore strangely appealing? Does the hate make you feel like you’ve worked hard to earn the love?
So, the iPhone is a pretty good, useful device (ok, I admit I sleep with it now because at any moment of insomnia I can check Facebook). BUT THE BATTERY CAN’T BE REPLACED AND DOESN’T LAST LONG ENOUGH! This is outrageous! But I still carry on though, suffering, and justify it maybe by the fact that the device is so useful that must be why I keep draining the battery (by noon). Oh, and btw, Apple, THAT VIRTUAL KEYBOARD DRIVES ME NUTS BECAUSE THE BACKSPACE KEY PLACEMENT CAUSES ME TO DELETE MY TYPING EVERY TIME A WORD HAS AN “M” IN IT! I surely love it, but I also hate it!
Think about a training course you might take. Is the training more memorable if the course has elements of extremes, of big surprise and delight as well as frustration? Definitely. If the training is just a by-the-book good delivery, do you forget everything on the plane ride home?
The fact is too that most business decisions have love and hate elements, more often referred to less interestingly as “pros” and “cons”. A decision can be a great one even if it has ramifications that aren’t so good. The keys are to make the pros (the love) outweigh as much as possible the cons (the hate), and to make the cons as least impactful as possible.
Do you have other examples where this combination of love and hate just works or is necessary? Where the polar extremes are the way to go, versus just being ordinary and middle-of-the-road? Where a
business decision needed to be made even though it had its love and hate results? Boy, you might even have a personal relationship with these extremes – is it worth it?
business decision needed to be made even though it had its love and hate results? Boy, you might even have a personal relationship with these extremes – is it worth it?
(Oh, and I was telling a new friend about this post and he said he once had to lay in the street in NYC so he wasn’t shot during a gang fight. Hmm, my “hate it” issues are pretty pathetic. Okay, New York, I love you even more.)
Posted by: Dean Lenzotti, 07/13/2010
