Monday, September 7, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Esta contratada!
I'm part of the world again! I've been hired as a copywriter...in Center City. The people seem great, the work is obviously what I wanted and almost gave up trying to find. I'm glad I didn't (well I did...more than once, but I always started again.) Three miserable years! I'm so grateful it's over!
I'm starting all over again at entry level, but who am I to complain. I think I'm very fortunate in this environment. Millions of professionals have accepted the fact that the market may never be what it once was. It's a depression of sorts out there, and I had lost my place like so many others. But I found it again! Thank you, God, again and again and again!
I'm starting all over again at entry level, but who am I to complain. I think I'm very fortunate in this environment. Millions of professionals have accepted the fact that the market may never be what it once was. It's a depression of sorts out there, and I had lost my place like so many others. But I found it again! Thank you, God, again and again and again!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
NJ rain
We're home and we're still wet! This has been el verano mucho mojado, everywhere...north and south! Drip, drip, drip.
I've already made plane reservations to go back south. But, as my luck would have it, I may have a second interview that week...Elsevier. While that alone is great, the timing isn't...I will lose 200 dolares if I don't go to Sarasota, plus disappoint a few people. I'm in a pickle. Not that I haven't been here before. But why is nothing easy?
Still, Florida was great. If I don't get this writing job, I may head south permanently. Imagine waking every day with the sun in your face. The day is a different color from the outset. Positive, hopeful. I could get used to that color.
But I'll wait. Give Jersey another, maybe one last chance. I hope to know soon. We'll see.
At least the rain has stopped.
I've already made plane reservations to go back south. But, as my luck would have it, I may have a second interview that week...Elsevier. While that alone is great, the timing isn't...I will lose 200 dolares if I don't go to Sarasota, plus disappoint a few people. I'm in a pickle. Not that I haven't been here before. But why is nothing easy?
Still, Florida was great. If I don't get this writing job, I may head south permanently. Imagine waking every day with the sun in your face. The day is a different color from the outset. Positive, hopeful. I could get used to that color.
But I'll wait. Give Jersey another, maybe one last chance. I hope to know soon. We'll see.
At least the rain has stopped.
Friday, July 31, 2009
El vacation mojado!
July ends tomorrow. We're in Sarasota, and it's raining. "It never rains in Sarasota, but boy, don't they warn 'ya, it pours, man it pours." It promises rain all week; its been raining since we arrived! What happened to the famous Sarasota drought? It ended when our vacation began.
We drove down. Stefan's friend came with us. They're already bored; but they're also exhausted. Obviously, they're having too much fun to realize it. But that's a kid for you. They're too busy to know they're not bored.
I'm doing the language class, walking regularly, eating good food, baking, sleeping lots. Vacation. Not a beach person any more, except maybe to walk along the shore at dusk and remember how it used to be. Speaking of which....
My ex-neighbor lives down here now, so I've been seeing her. That's fun. We talk a lot about me moving down here; I'm game. I just need a job to make the move. I could live without New Jersey...its downright ridiculous... always escalating taxes, corrupt politicians, congestion. It's down here, too, I know, but its starting point is less, which means less tax, fewer crooks, less people in every neighborhood. Less can be a great thing! I've already sent out a resume. I'm ready to make the move. Boy am I ready!
We drove down. Stefan's friend came with us. They're already bored; but they're also exhausted. Obviously, they're having too much fun to realize it. But that's a kid for you. They're too busy to know they're not bored.
I'm doing the language class, walking regularly, eating good food, baking, sleeping lots. Vacation. Not a beach person any more, except maybe to walk along the shore at dusk and remember how it used to be. Speaking of which....
My ex-neighbor lives down here now, so I've been seeing her. That's fun. We talk a lot about me moving down here; I'm game. I just need a job to make the move. I could live without New Jersey...its downright ridiculous... always escalating taxes, corrupt politicians, congestion. It's down here, too, I know, but its starting point is less, which means less tax, fewer crooks, less people in every neighborhood. Less can be a great thing! I've already sent out a resume. I'm ready to make the move. Boy am I ready!
Monday, July 6, 2009
A foreign desire
I've long had an obssession with people born outside the US. Perhaps it started when I was a teen with my Welshman who had a voice I still treasure today, but it developed from there. All through college, my dearest friends were from India and the UAE. In fact, I married a Greek from Africa who spoke Ethiopian. Some of my favorite performers have also been from anywhere else... Italy, Spain, France.
I admire those who can speak multiple languages fluently. There aren't many Americans who can start a conversation in English and finish it in Arabic. It's a talent all by itself...one I've never had.
Maybe that's why I value it so much; we always want what we can't have. But why can't I have it? 'I don't need it' is the best excuse; 'I'd never use it' is another. And there's also the fact that I can't roll my r's. Only foreigners seem to do that well.
But wouldn't it be nice? Speaking just one other language would dispel my sense of the isolated American; it would open my world. I could read more, listen more, talk more. You might think I'd have learned Greek after all this time with a Constantinou, but to me, Greek is just not practical outside of an occasional family dinner.
And Italian? I'd love to speak Italian. My father did. But teaching your kids your native language wasn't drawing many fans in the fifties.
Of course, there's Spanish, and a reason to learn it. Especially in the States. I think one day this country in this growing globality of ours will be full of people who speak at least two languages...by necessity.
I had four years of French in high school. Never used it, of course. But it sounded great when a real Frenchman spoke it. Wish I knew one.
Truth is, you only learn a language when there's a need or a want. Therefore, I will want it. I'll open my world and take a class this summer. My Greek and I will learn together.
So all Spanish aficionadoes beware. I just may be a foreigner one day.
I admire those who can speak multiple languages fluently. There aren't many Americans who can start a conversation in English and finish it in Arabic. It's a talent all by itself...one I've never had.
Maybe that's why I value it so much; we always want what we can't have. But why can't I have it? 'I don't need it' is the best excuse; 'I'd never use it' is another. And there's also the fact that I can't roll my r's. Only foreigners seem to do that well.
But wouldn't it be nice? Speaking just one other language would dispel my sense of the isolated American; it would open my world. I could read more, listen more, talk more. You might think I'd have learned Greek after all this time with a Constantinou, but to me, Greek is just not practical outside of an occasional family dinner.
And Italian? I'd love to speak Italian. My father did. But teaching your kids your native language wasn't drawing many fans in the fifties.
Of course, there's Spanish, and a reason to learn it. Especially in the States. I think one day this country in this growing globality of ours will be full of people who speak at least two languages...by necessity.
I had four years of French in high school. Never used it, of course. But it sounded great when a real Frenchman spoke it. Wish I knew one.
Truth is, you only learn a language when there's a need or a want. Therefore, I will want it. I'll open my world and take a class this summer. My Greek and I will learn together.
So all Spanish aficionadoes beware. I just may be a foreigner one day.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Leave him alone
They plan to put you on display this week like some political maverick or religious pundit. Your loving family; your father's already talking about a record company he wants to start. They haven't put you in the ground yet, but they'll never let you rest.
Everyone else seems considerably more upset than some of those closest to you. There's a hint to where your famous idiosyncrasies took root....right there. Up close and way too personal. Who can be surprised at the way you were?
If there ever was a human dichotomy, you were it. The Sybil of the music world...the harrowing childhood that created two different people from shoe to soul. A dynamic, unparalleled personality on stage. An unhappy, lonely man-child off stage. How it must have hurt.
Did you have a friend? One? Maybe among the few who haven't turned this into a photo op yet...to get on air and tout their friendship with you, the man they 'knew so well.'
But they never knew you in life as they'll know you now. You'll be a major source of profit for years to come. You'll be exploited to the hilt and then some. Millions will be made on your death. Like Presley, you will be studied, examined, explained, vilified, made sport of, missed , remembered, loved. Your music will play forever like an old 45, as will your fame and your infamy, truth or not. You will be more spoken of now than ever.
They say you knew how you would die. What kind of life is that?
How can we not be moved, even though our materialistic society is filled with ego-centric , superficial people. Millions of them. They'll remember you, one way or another. Maybe for your quirks, your genius, your fashion, your money, your voice, your excesses, your musicality, your misfortune, your shyness, your empire, your moonwalks, your conflicts, your globality, your humanitarianism, your family, your talent, talent, talent.... They will remember you.
But right now, you're waiting for the peace you'll never get.
What you must think of us now.
Everyone else seems considerably more upset than some of those closest to you. There's a hint to where your famous idiosyncrasies took root....right there. Up close and way too personal. Who can be surprised at the way you were?
If there ever was a human dichotomy, you were it. The Sybil of the music world...the harrowing childhood that created two different people from shoe to soul. A dynamic, unparalleled personality on stage. An unhappy, lonely man-child off stage. How it must have hurt.
Did you have a friend? One? Maybe among the few who haven't turned this into a photo op yet...to get on air and tout their friendship with you, the man they 'knew so well.'
But they never knew you in life as they'll know you now. You'll be a major source of profit for years to come. You'll be exploited to the hilt and then some. Millions will be made on your death. Like Presley, you will be studied, examined, explained, vilified, made sport of, missed , remembered, loved. Your music will play forever like an old 45, as will your fame and your infamy, truth or not. You will be more spoken of now than ever.
They say you knew how you would die. What kind of life is that?
How can we not be moved, even though our materialistic society is filled with ego-centric , superficial people. Millions of them. They'll remember you, one way or another. Maybe for your quirks, your genius, your fashion, your money, your voice, your excesses, your musicality, your misfortune, your shyness, your empire, your moonwalks, your conflicts, your globality, your humanitarianism, your family, your talent, talent, talent.... They will remember you.
But right now, you're waiting for the peace you'll never get.
What you must think of us now.
Friday, June 26, 2009
MJ
The man who seemed bigger than life is dead.
Who didn't know his name? He wasn't a politician, a dictator, a murderer. He never hurt anyone. He made us feel good. Many of us take his death personally. I feel like part of my past has been torn away. He was someone I grew up with. We all grew up with. I remember singing his songs as a child. He was entertainment. I loved his music, his dancing, his creativity.
But I always felt sorry for him personally. I believe he was manipulated and taken advantage of at every turn throughout his entire life; he had no childhood and very, very few friends....real friends. I believe his private self was disturbed because of all this, and he suffered in more and greater ways as he aged; I can only feel for him. But his real self, his energy, his passion, his reason-to-be, his professionalism came out on stage, and for that I will always remember him. His genius, his extraordinary talents may never be seen again.
We have lost something rare and beautiful, and I will miss him.
Who didn't know his name? He wasn't a politician, a dictator, a murderer. He never hurt anyone. He made us feel good. Many of us take his death personally. I feel like part of my past has been torn away. He was someone I grew up with. We all grew up with. I remember singing his songs as a child. He was entertainment. I loved his music, his dancing, his creativity.
But I always felt sorry for him personally. I believe he was manipulated and taken advantage of at every turn throughout his entire life; he had no childhood and very, very few friends....real friends. I believe his private self was disturbed because of all this, and he suffered in more and greater ways as he aged; I can only feel for him. But his real self, his energy, his passion, his reason-to-be, his professionalism came out on stage, and for that I will always remember him. His genius, his extraordinary talents may never be seen again.
We have lost something rare and beautiful, and I will miss him.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
checking in
Two interviews in the last two weeks. I guess I'm not done, after all. Another one with Widener, and a second in Radnor. Either would feel like going home again. Anything else? Oh yeah, a birthday, an anniversary, a nice PTO dinner, a mammogram, a new air condensor for the house, and we're redoing the attic, my folks fly in, we all see TJ in concert, Peggy moves to FL, my boy's out of school. A busy month and it's not half over.
I got a feeling I'm just going to be too tired for July.
I got a feeling I'm just going to be too tired for July.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Another month
It's gone! May. What happened? It's already my birth month...my anniversary month, TJ's birth month, the b-day for two close friends. Already. Time doesn't just fly by anymore; it evaporates.
I had an interview last week. I thought a good interview but I've been wrong so many times now, I'm just trying not to think. When the interviewer asks your salary requirement the first time you meet her and then says: "If we can't hire you, would you be able to work for us as a freelancer?" You sort of know it's over. So there's really nothing left to think about anyway.
That's OK. I don't really expect to work again at a full-time, benefit paying, pension-able writing job. That's a lost dream. But at least I have freelance. That's a good thing.
The termite man came this morning and sprayed us down...glad I kept that contract alive. Now we're working on getting our air conditioner replaced and fixing the roof where it leaks. We've forgotten about the deck...again. We've done that 15 years running now.
Anyway, on to the day. Weather's good. Flowers blooming. Anything could happen. Ciao.
I had an interview last week. I thought a good interview but I've been wrong so many times now, I'm just trying not to think. When the interviewer asks your salary requirement the first time you meet her and then says: "If we can't hire you, would you be able to work for us as a freelancer?" You sort of know it's over. So there's really nothing left to think about anyway.
That's OK. I don't really expect to work again at a full-time, benefit paying, pension-able writing job. That's a lost dream. But at least I have freelance. That's a good thing.
The termite man came this morning and sprayed us down...glad I kept that contract alive. Now we're working on getting our air conditioner replaced and fixing the roof where it leaks. We've forgotten about the deck...again. We've done that 15 years running now.
Anyway, on to the day. Weather's good. Flowers blooming. Anything could happen. Ciao.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
A good week.
It's been a busy week, which means a good one. Lots of writing work from my client usually puts me in a great mood. But I also got a call from a potential employer this week. Haven't had one of them in some time. And this group works in the same building that houses TV Guide! I'd love to move back to that area. But even if it doesn't go anywhere, it's positive and possibly meaningful.
And then I applied for another job...another shot at Widener. I guess I'm getting back in the swing of things; it must be a result of spring fever that sneaks up on you after the chill in the air subsides. Maybe I should be cleaning something.
Anyway, now we're heading for another holiday. Memorial Day. Summer is official. We'll be picnicing Sunday and Monday like good Americans. And then Tuesday, we're holding fellowship at our place. Something to look forward to three days running! I'm excited.
But right now, I'm really tired. I think I'll go listen to Carlos for a few minutes. That, my friends, is always a good thing! Ciao!
And then I applied for another job...another shot at Widener. I guess I'm getting back in the swing of things; it must be a result of spring fever that sneaks up on you after the chill in the air subsides. Maybe I should be cleaning something.
Anyway, now we're heading for another holiday. Memorial Day. Summer is official. We'll be picnicing Sunday and Monday like good Americans. And then Tuesday, we're holding fellowship at our place. Something to look forward to three days running! I'm excited.
But right now, I'm really tired. I think I'll go listen to Carlos for a few minutes. That, my friends, is always a good thing! Ciao!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
My X's
I met a few of my ex-colleagues yesterday for lunch. Going into Philly once every six months or so does me good, except for the long, unavoidable bus rides through Camden. But it's worth the trip. I still enjoy being with them, and I don't expect that will change any time soon. Going back is almost like never leaving, and I like the way that feels.
They're well. I hope they stay that way. These days, hundreds of people get laid off daily. Believe me, I wouldn't wish that on anyone I know, let alone like. (Well, perhaps there is one exception to that, but that's a blog for another day.) I know my X's all keep their fingers crossed. What else can they do?
It's scary out there. MBAs working at ShopRite, engineers becoming truck drivers, small businesses without any business. Never thought I'd see it; never thought I'd be home day after day. I guess it's my own fault...you should never say never.
Anyway, there are some wonderful perks to being home all the time. Let's be honest...waking up when you like, watching NCIS reruns all afternoon, cleaning house just for kicks, staying up late just because. Plenty of time to exercise, read, surf the Web, talk on the phone. Bake. Take classes. Volunteer. Keep a diary. Paint the bathroom. Shop at the dollar store. Visit the X's. The list just goes on and on and on.
Of course, I didn't feel much like doing any of that today. But I set up this blog and 'daggoneit,' I should keep it fresh, at least for a little while. It's a sort of discipline I've set for myself. Usually do it before bed. Now there's something that always feels good--sleep.
It's just that when I sleep, there's never enough time to think about all those wonderful perks for the jobless. I'm too busy dreaming of being an X again.
They're well. I hope they stay that way. These days, hundreds of people get laid off daily. Believe me, I wouldn't wish that on anyone I know, let alone like. (Well, perhaps there is one exception to that, but that's a blog for another day.) I know my X's all keep their fingers crossed. What else can they do?
It's scary out there. MBAs working at ShopRite, engineers becoming truck drivers, small businesses without any business. Never thought I'd see it; never thought I'd be home day after day. I guess it's my own fault...you should never say never.
Anyway, there are some wonderful perks to being home all the time. Let's be honest...waking up when you like, watching NCIS reruns all afternoon, cleaning house just for kicks, staying up late just because. Plenty of time to exercise, read, surf the Web, talk on the phone. Bake. Take classes. Volunteer. Keep a diary. Paint the bathroom. Shop at the dollar store. Visit the X's. The list just goes on and on and on.
Of course, I didn't feel much like doing any of that today. But I set up this blog and 'daggoneit,' I should keep it fresh, at least for a little while. It's a sort of discipline I've set for myself. Usually do it before bed. Now there's something that always feels good--sleep.
It's just that when I sleep, there's never enough time to think about all those wonderful perks for the jobless. I'm too busy dreaming of being an X again.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Mi Dispiace
Forgive me. I was caught up in the moment and might have suggested in my last blog that I had a new vocal hero. That wasn't exactly accurate. I've been remembering the good old days/years when the only stellar talent in my world was irreplaceable; well, I found out, he still is. And as far as Carlos goes, he's another hero....phenomenal in all the right ways...a new generation of the truly gifted. And best of all, Carlos agrees with me (which, of course, cements our budding relationship): there will never be another voice quite like TJ; numero uno semper!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Mother's Day
My husband bought me a nice vase of flowers...with two stargazer lillies added to it: our wedding flower. It was waiting at breakfast for me. Very nice.
And my reason for being mom let me hug him. Of course, he turned his head so I wouldn't entertain the idea of kissing him. Very 13-year-0ld.
But my best part was the surprise at the end of the day. A friend called with free tickets to see Il Divo in Camden...that same night. I haven't enjoyed anything like that in years!
I've been a fan for a long time but never thought I'd see/hear them live. What a treat! Of course, I've always had this thing for foreigners. His name is Carlos...a baritone. A phenomenal operatic voice, who just so happens to be the new wallpaper on my desktop.
Anyway, it was refreshing to feel that way again...like there was something out there that could still make me quietly silly...like when I was younger and so hopeful. Sorry TJ; you've been shouldered aside by a younger man for the first time ever .... ever!
It's good to sport a big smile about something, even from the crowd. I've lost a lot of that, but I guess that's natural as one ages. Despite all efforts not to, you've learned too much to enjoy the total ignorance of youth. But a passing cool breeze every so often really takes you back.
Time to check email, get that second cup of coffee and wait for today to happen. If you're a mom or know one, hope you/they had at least one cool breeze on Mom's Day. I had three.
And my reason for being mom let me hug him. Of course, he turned his head so I wouldn't entertain the idea of kissing him. Very 13-year-0ld.
But my best part was the surprise at the end of the day. A friend called with free tickets to see Il Divo in Camden...that same night. I haven't enjoyed anything like that in years!
I've been a fan for a long time but never thought I'd see/hear them live. What a treat! Of course, I've always had this thing for foreigners. His name is Carlos...a baritone. A phenomenal operatic voice, who just so happens to be the new wallpaper on my desktop.
Anyway, it was refreshing to feel that way again...like there was something out there that could still make me quietly silly...like when I was younger and so hopeful. Sorry TJ; you've been shouldered aside by a younger man for the first time ever .... ever!
It's good to sport a big smile about something, even from the crowd. I've lost a lot of that, but I guess that's natural as one ages. Despite all efforts not to, you've learned too much to enjoy the total ignorance of youth. But a passing cool breeze every so often really takes you back.
Time to check email, get that second cup of coffee and wait for today to happen. If you're a mom or know one, hope you/they had at least one cool breeze on Mom's Day. I had three.
Friday, May 8, 2009
7 a.m.
When I woke this morning, there was a bright glow surrounding me...the sun! It wasn't just peeking through the blinds, it was washing them. Light dripped everywhere. What a pleasant sight after what seems like weeks of steady rain. I just had to get up...an hour earlier than usual.
A day that starts like that has got to be good, notwithstanding all the punking each of us has endured. But when God does it, it can be fun....not like that time the next door neighbor slid an eviction notice under your front door, or that long lost buddy had the 'irs' call to schedule an audit.
Plus, today I get to bake...something for the school...never a bad deal. And sit in for a client a bit, and write a few letters of my own. And, of course, it's Friday (not that Friday is any different to someone who's always getting the days mixed up), but it always sounds good.
I saw my son off to school this morning. I usually wait till he's gone in the morning before I get up; that way there's less chance of starting the day with a headache. He's 13, and anyone who ever had a 13-year-old or knows a 13-year-old is aware of what a harrowing experience 13 can be. Long hair, bad mouth, pants below ass, lots of grunting. Not pleasant; it can give your morning coffee a last-cup-of-the-day aftertaste.
Anyway, on to email. It's always rather comforting to check it first thing. Like a surprise waiting to happen. It's seldom a surprise and while nothing much happens, it's the anticipation. And that's a good thing.
A day that starts like that has got to be good, notwithstanding all the punking each of us has endured. But when God does it, it can be fun....not like that time the next door neighbor slid an eviction notice under your front door, or that long lost buddy had the 'irs' call to schedule an audit.
Plus, today I get to bake...something for the school...never a bad deal. And sit in for a client a bit, and write a few letters of my own. And, of course, it's Friday (not that Friday is any different to someone who's always getting the days mixed up), but it always sounds good.
I saw my son off to school this morning. I usually wait till he's gone in the morning before I get up; that way there's less chance of starting the day with a headache. He's 13, and anyone who ever had a 13-year-old or knows a 13-year-old is aware of what a harrowing experience 13 can be. Long hair, bad mouth, pants below ass, lots of grunting. Not pleasant; it can give your morning coffee a last-cup-of-the-day aftertaste.
Anyway, on to email. It's always rather comforting to check it first thing. Like a surprise waiting to happen. It's seldom a surprise and while nothing much happens, it's the anticipation. And that's a good thing.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Fellowship
Wednesdays are usually good days, and I don't believe I'm saying this but.... it's Fellowship time!
My neighbors invited me more than a year ago. We sing, eat, read the Bible, discuss, engage, question, eat...did I say that already? Anyway, my hubby and son come, too. And I bring dessert.
It's a win win. I get to socialize and bake! Plus, talk with grown ups. I think I'd talk about anything, and sometimes we do; there are plenty of rabbits to chase. Besides, I like to start things, and the Bible provides lots of fodder, as far as that goes.
I obviously don't believe everything they do, or else I'd keep my mouth shut. But my friends know that and they keep inviting me back. They're willing to discuss and explore new sentiments...religion not withstanding. That's why they're friends; they tolerate me.
The Bible to me is a guide book, a treatise on morality, a code of conduct...with some very nice stories. Those stories are just that...a way to get a message across. I believe wholly in the message, if not the messenger. I was raised Catholic, after all.
But religious association doesn't count, which is another reason I go every week. Religion is manmade and doesn't mean much....except war, slavery, misery, political mischief, guilt and lots of dead and dying people. Somehow, I can't put that together with a faith in anyone or anything, and faith is what matters, not religion.
Wow. That's enough for now or I'll soon find a soapbox somewhere and stand on it in my a..m. bare feet and piety.
I need coffee. One cup in the morning is never enough for grandstanding.
My neighbors invited me more than a year ago. We sing, eat, read the Bible, discuss, engage, question, eat...did I say that already? Anyway, my hubby and son come, too. And I bring dessert.
It's a win win. I get to socialize and bake! Plus, talk with grown ups. I think I'd talk about anything, and sometimes we do; there are plenty of rabbits to chase. Besides, I like to start things, and the Bible provides lots of fodder, as far as that goes.
I obviously don't believe everything they do, or else I'd keep my mouth shut. But my friends know that and they keep inviting me back. They're willing to discuss and explore new sentiments...religion not withstanding. That's why they're friends; they tolerate me.
The Bible to me is a guide book, a treatise on morality, a code of conduct...with some very nice stories. Those stories are just that...a way to get a message across. I believe wholly in the message, if not the messenger. I was raised Catholic, after all.
But religious association doesn't count, which is another reason I go every week. Religion is manmade and doesn't mean much....except war, slavery, misery, political mischief, guilt and lots of dead and dying people. Somehow, I can't put that together with a faith in anyone or anything, and faith is what matters, not religion.
Wow. That's enough for now or I'll soon find a soapbox somewhere and stand on it in my a..m. bare feet and piety.
I need coffee. One cup in the morning is never enough for grandstanding.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Another day
Here we go again. Another day. But really, who's counting?
I applied for state health care yesterday. Can't afford to pay for it ourselves anymore. But still have a son to raise, so we can't be without it. How well we would be doing financially if we didn't have to pay for insurance of any kind, ever. We'd actually have money left...for us.
Anyway, it's another day, and I'm on call for a client, just in case work comes in. It usually doesn't, but I 'll be available.
Because things change. These days I check my email, have coffee, clean something, check my email, watch TV, sometime exercise, check my email, shower, bake, check email. Redundancy to the max. But what would I do without that old standby...the computer?
It's wonderful. If only I could take it with me wherever I go. It would be like a friend in a briefcase. Talk about convenience. I get irritable sitting in the same chair every day, facing the same brown wall. Maybe I'll get a laptop one day and carry it with me. Or maybe I'll just paint the wall.
Don't have much to report today. It's raining....again. Spring has sprung and it cries on us just about every day. Where oh where is the sun?
I applied for state health care yesterday. Can't afford to pay for it ourselves anymore. But still have a son to raise, so we can't be without it. How well we would be doing financially if we didn't have to pay for insurance of any kind, ever. We'd actually have money left...for us.
Anyway, it's another day, and I'm on call for a client, just in case work comes in. It usually doesn't, but I 'll be available.
Because things change. These days I check my email, have coffee, clean something, check my email, watch TV, sometime exercise, check my email, shower, bake, check email. Redundancy to the max. But what would I do without that old standby...the computer?
It's wonderful. If only I could take it with me wherever I go. It would be like a friend in a briefcase. Talk about convenience. I get irritable sitting in the same chair every day, facing the same brown wall. Maybe I'll get a laptop one day and carry it with me. Or maybe I'll just paint the wall.
Don't have much to report today. It's raining....again. Spring has sprung and it cries on us just about every day. Where oh where is the sun?
Monday, May 4, 2009
Still looking.
OK. I lost two years. I don't remember what I've done with myself. It's like me but not. Not really, not whole.
At least I'm writing...a bit....again...professionally. That's the part I recognize. A friend suggested I also blog, and I remembered I had tried that before. Here.
So this is me trying again. I'm still looking for employment. I've never looked so long before. I've never given up before, but I gave up more than once this time around. Used to be experience counted for something. Not now. Youth counts like nothing else. I used to have it; it was great. Now it's almost gone, but I'm still here...still doing and wanting to do it again. So really, what does youth have to do with it?
My friend said to blog on any topic. It occurred to me that life without an income is a one heck of a story. How about being unemployed? What's it like...some very fortunate people might like to know, and others like me would like to tell them.
So there it is. The unemployed experience. There are many of us right now who are scared to be out there alone, but you know, we're not. Still, it gets lonely when even the rejection notes stop. So if you're unemployed, recently, presently or even in the past, you might want to say something. If you're curious, you might want to as well. Please do. I'm not going anywhere.
At least I'm writing...a bit....again...professionally. That's the part I recognize. A friend suggested I also blog, and I remembered I had tried that before. Here.
So this is me trying again. I'm still looking for employment. I've never looked so long before. I've never given up before, but I gave up more than once this time around. Used to be experience counted for something. Not now. Youth counts like nothing else. I used to have it; it was great. Now it's almost gone, but I'm still here...still doing and wanting to do it again. So really, what does youth have to do with it?
My friend said to blog on any topic. It occurred to me that life without an income is a one heck of a story. How about being unemployed? What's it like...some very fortunate people might like to know, and others like me would like to tell them.
So there it is. The unemployed experience. There are many of us right now who are scared to be out there alone, but you know, we're not. Still, it gets lonely when even the rejection notes stop. So if you're unemployed, recently, presently or even in the past, you might want to say something. If you're curious, you might want to as well. Please do. I'm not going anywhere.
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