What if your Biological dad died one and a half years ago, you did a net search and it came up as you dug, so you now have a picture of what he last looked like.
Prior you had lost the opportunity to meet him, about 20 years back because he didn't know the situation and you were depressed and scared.
Before that, when you received a graduation card from him, in an envelope your grandmother clearly wrote, it read on the inside "Congratulations Dawn P.S. Can you ask your mother to stop asking me for child support?"
While growing up all you knew were there some letters you found, they didn't say anything worth remembering between the two of the parents, that they went away from each other (Michigan), with mother taking me back to where her family was (Florida).
You had pictures of him while he was in the services, marines maybe, Korea definitely, and with a lovely Indian brand Motorcycle.
What if your Biological mother was given the chance to see you one last time, for your birthday, before she can no longer travel, or dies- she spends the entire week, save one section of a day, your birthday, sleeping on the sofa, not taking her prescription properly, being sick because of it, holding up in a restaurant bathroom for an unknown reason for an hour before being retrieved to go back home; and your husband rescuing you by reading her prescriptions, getting her back on track, getting her out of bed for your birthday, making her eat, and making sure she went back home after he paid for all that, after the fire, while we had no income.
She was dependent on men. She was married to her fourth one before I got my first.
Had she stuck to doing things with me, she and I would have had a tie-dye business, and eventually a tattoo and piercing shop, and with my cooking desires, probably would have ended up with a food cart, too.
But instead we had a few precious and not so precious moments:
Both being painted as clowns while visiting the Ringling Circus
Being terrified and screaming at age 5 when I turned around for halloween to see the down face my other had given me after I had asked for it, not stopping until every bit and the outfit was off of me, NO pictures at all.
Her spilling food on her and me knowing that was her being pregnant, again, and threatening to move out, at age 14.
Her worst memories of me are putting every pair of her underwear on me at about 2 or 3, and pouring out a small amount of a powdered cleanser and crawling away as a baby.
Thursday, January 23, 2020
fake it til you make it, out of your comfort zone, phobic; reverse it and just go crazy to start it up
Whether it is going out to interview for jobs, starting a new hobby, going to social fairs, or dealing with social fears.
Many of us do not look forward to mundane things such as going out for a job that is just for money, not love. So we have to hype ourselves up for it, build our happiness and confidence, then our outside reflects it, then we go out and rock it.
I am probably not good at any of the jobs I have done in my life. I am an observer. When people do not speak to the observer, the observer reflects on a story to tell, filling that empty space.
Many of us do not look forward to mundane things such as going out for a job that is just for money, not love. So we have to hype ourselves up for it, build our happiness and confidence, then our outside reflects it, then we go out and rock it.
I am probably not good at any of the jobs I have done in my life. I am an observer. When people do not speak to the observer, the observer reflects on a story to tell, filling that empty space.
- I once fell on a well-used auto road-foot swelled up as big as a football, had to get tetanus shot.
- One weekend I was supposed to go for a bridesmaid dress fitting-my face swelled up like my foot, had to have 2 teeth removed at an emergency clinic who would not release me until the payment was borrowed and pulled out from various atms.
- Husband got shingles for Thanks Giving, the year we had the fire and lost the cat-I promptly got chickenpox for Christmas and New Years.
- Once received a keychain with a thunderbird on it-a state away, I supposedly meet the maker of the mold while working at a Pastry Shoppe Store front, other customers gave me Pert for my hair, a ring for my finger, and my co-worker gave me garters, another story.
- Was part of a local fanzine in the area I lived-got to speak to a lot of bands, got on a tour bus, tour sewerage plant, interview bouncers, and other odd duties as that persona.
- Have portrayed English, Norse, German, Greek, and Scottish in a living history organization-I know how to blacksmith, make cording and clothes, apply calligraphy and illumination to a scroll...
- I met my husband online-before the internet existed for the public.
- Gargled a snot-form of codeine for a swollen throat-prescribed by doctor at a free emergency room.
- Filled sink with hotel ice while vacationing to save food from a restaurant for the next days' breakfast.
- I worked at a photolab and at a customer service-handful of stories there, pictures were monitored and reported if need be.
- Was hit on the forehead with a baseball bat when I was 4-he was about 12 and hitting my pitches, teased in school over it, but honestly don't think people even notice it anymore.
- Rode a motorcycle for a while-saved a lot of gas, but always fixing the loose chain after a low turn.
- Sat down inside-only to find a bee had got there first and was plunging a stinger into my rear.
- Rushed husband to hospital once when he broke his finger while cleaning the bed frame.
- Used to get small photo jobs for side money-removing cords from product pictures, collages.
- Fate brought me and my best friend back together 4 times during 30 years-FL, Woe, Char, FB.
- Also portrayed a Roma in the living history crowd as a merchant-teas, games, soaps, jewellery, now do this on the side for the summers at farmer markets.
- Spent a year celebrating "day of"-make a musical instrument day resulted in a horseshoe and copper wire sistrum.
Story Mat Meditation
This one I am not sure about, as this was all the notes read. So far I like #2 the best.
#1-But I think I was planning on creating clear mats with a clear fluid in them, containing figurines and other objects that represent things in an audio story book so that one can meditate on the story items and listen the story. Be able to meditate without the story if they had the mat, portable security blanket in a way.
#2 Gather those who wish to meditate or stretch in nature, out to our place, let them pay donations so we can improve the resources (yoga mats, drinks, shade, windbreaks, better parking lot, walking path.
#3 Make up a story about the Mountain if I cannot find it, about the Dragon, and include our local flora and fauna in the story to begin word of mouth knowledge about our area in an interesting way, guest speakers of course, welcomed.
#4 Again a donation thing, but at one time I wanted a cafe that could be open during meteor showers, failing that, we have a medieval tent which could be made comfy and fun for waiting for the stellar lightshow. Perhaps a sleepover so no one has to drive if they cannot.
#1-But I think I was planning on creating clear mats with a clear fluid in them, containing figurines and other objects that represent things in an audio story book so that one can meditate on the story items and listen the story. Be able to meditate without the story if they had the mat, portable security blanket in a way.
#2 Gather those who wish to meditate or stretch in nature, out to our place, let them pay donations so we can improve the resources (yoga mats, drinks, shade, windbreaks, better parking lot, walking path.
#3 Make up a story about the Mountain if I cannot find it, about the Dragon, and include our local flora and fauna in the story to begin word of mouth knowledge about our area in an interesting way, guest speakers of course, welcomed.
#4 Again a donation thing, but at one time I wanted a cafe that could be open during meteor showers, failing that, we have a medieval tent which could be made comfy and fun for waiting for the stellar lightshow. Perhaps a sleepover so no one has to drive if they cannot.
Monday, April 1, 2019
Tales of the Painted Desert
The trip starts in a 1973 GMC Painted Desert Motorhome, 26 feet long, 12,000 pounds of rolling fiberglass, aluminum, glass, and steel; 455 cubic inches of Oldsmobile V-8 front wheel driver POWER.
A monogrammed, DMG, upon the glove box, this vehicle was bought for $5,500. Siblings of this very coach have graced the big screen, about 7,000 are currently owned and mostly roadworthy. We have put about $7,000 in and 30 man-hours into it.
...So, imagine driving this retro special along the highway, stopping at every tourist gift shop and gas station, from here to there. Stalling after buying,
Fire on brakes to get tags,
Winter test camping,
Gas flooding on the way to a summer event and the heat.
Spending many months at mechanics for...
In the imaginary world this thing would resemble a space vehicle, a travel shuttle for the whole family if you will! Indeed, this compact travel pod has four beds, six seatbelts, refrigerator, stove, burners, kitchen wash basin, full lavatory, some storage, and converted to solar!
In the real world we live in the middle of nowhere, limiting our inclination toward completion. We go out once a day during winter to chill out for a bit while the dog happily sits outside, barking at trucks a few miles away. But it's still camping, if we are out there cleaning and stuff, we will even eat or drink out there.
Imagine driving up and down the coast of California, camping at every beach. Buying solely tourist items to use in the rv, getting fresh food from roadside stands to prepare and eat, and the pictures, maybe even audio recordings so trips can be re-lived in the rv while in the driveway.
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Imagine turning it into a specific cave. Place all projects, games, and outdoor activities in there, jukebox-type music system. A book nook, audio books on speaker selection, book shelves, chess and other games built into the glass dining table
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Imagine it as a guest house for anyone who drank by. Family member from out of town makes surprise visit or there is too much drinking at a late gathering. Clean bedding, note that they can use anything, include some beverages, muffins, and breakfast bowl, change of towels and clothes.
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Imagine it as a food cafe truck-only one party can dine at a time, but there is seating room for a few others to grab togo portions, also imagine it is free to homeless people, anyone else paying is only paying the cost to run it. Food cooked fresh on the spot, using donations. Fresh drinks, bread, condiments, hot food, cold sandwiches, soup options, and juicy salads for the summer.
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A spook-about camp vehicle for rent. Park it in the middle of the new moon dark desert area. Include food appropriate to the ghostly story rattled through the rv-wide speakers, provide bedding for the pleasant night sleep, greet them in the cold morning with beverage, food and grins.
Damn Good Machine,
What do you do for a living?
That's the question people ask you when they first meet you or to start up conversation. I'v never enjoyed it, because either I wasn't keen on the job I had to take to survive, or I hadn't been in it long enough to make a difference and to speak with experience.
The first thing I was asked while shadowing for the current job by a then employee who would be leaving was "Why did you decide to get into this?". My answer was "I just sorta fall into jobs".
I wasn't expecting an hour and a half long lunch, which I now use to make some groceries and errands, but otherwise, it does suck fuel out of my vehicle. It is on the other side of the town I drive 28 minutes to get to. But they hired me. It is yet another new field for me. The other thing I do on the lunch block when not grocery running, is volunteering at a thrift store that benefits the homeless. I also owe cookies to one of the thrift store people and one of my new work people, they are both interested in my oat cookies.
Uniform in it, well, I get to wear scrubs, I consider that a uniform! There are codes used over and over to charge for medicines and procedures, kind of like the codes on produce. You misscharge, you pay out of your pocket. You cannot discuss the specifics of what any particular client comes in for, so I will not be telling you that Lucy-boo Heaton gets her nails trimmed every month (name and procedure fictional associations). No cell phones up front, I love that rule. We take pictures of all the clients other than the ferals that are fixed, nipped, and released. Everything gets cleaned every day, and after each client accident, and after each potential danger visit. I know because I physically clean every rung and post on each bench, chair, table, and counter myself! Sometimes I get licked, and then I have to disinfect myself! I do have a dog at home, I don't want her catching anything, and after working here for two weeks, I do get concerned and do want to wash perfectly clean, slightly worn scrubs.
So if your clinic smells bad, there was probably a tinkle accident after surgery (they are passed out but their bladders are not), or they may be more sensitive to the medicine and throw up. If this happens while surgery is going on on another client, it may take a moment to get the kennel cleaned up. Another good reason to keep your pets hydrated and let them use the bathroom a lot, the more water they drink, the less it stinks, and it's healthy to let them clean out their system frequently.
We live in the desert, and it is warming up, there have been 3 snake bites brought to us in the two weeks I been there. They seem better off if bitten in the face as opposed to the feet. The venom doesn't seem to have a direct line into the heart. Can't say that to clients, though, don't wanna panic anyone unnecessarily. The anti-venom can help give you more time to get to the clinic, it has to be given as two booster shots. Once here, it is treated like an allergic reaction, medicine given to bring down the swelling, and maybe an antibiotic to take care of the immune system.
Euthanasia. What a word, it sounds like a mythical place next to the Elysian Fields. It's what one has to consider when your pets' quality of life is not what it should be. Perhaps it was a dog caught in a fire, with burn wounds that just won't heal. It may be like my cat, he lost his hearing one day, coincidentally after having a wound on his leg that just wouldn't heal fro 3 months, then a few days later he lost his site. We had hoped he would be fine with no sight or hearing. But every moment was terror and confusion for him during a week of observation. He could not find his food, litter box, bed, us. He walked into walls. It was breaking my heart and the look on his face was such a mesh of anger, confusion, and resignation, I knew it was time. Even while in the room though, watching his veins darken as the poison coursed through them, I considered it was the worst thing in life I had ever done. Bring a life to an end. His picture is still on my phone 3 years later. I get to keep living every day, he does not, I remind myself every moment I look at the phone.
Gods and Goddesses. I'd been just fresh off a binge of a Myth series. I'd warned the boss, as I was being interviewed that I had "a pretty big imagination, that I can imagine a lot of situations." Two weeks later, while we are all waiting to clock in for the day I revealed part of my imagination, including that the clinic was just a bunch of Gods and Goddesses. The bosses being Hera and Zeus, Our all-knowing lead front person is like Gaia, other people there remind me of Artemis (Goddess of the moon, the hunt, and young maidens, another of the front end), Demeter (a quieter Goddess of crops and simplicity), our janitor of sorts-Hades, and two back assistants we shall call Iris and Tyche. Had I a choice, I guess I'd be Hecate.
I do try to be positive and look at the bright side of things. I smile to make people feel more comfortable, otherwise my resting face would put people off. Sometimes you have to work a job like you are not getting paid for it. That way you can enjoy it, learn from it, and not be stressed by not learning quick enough. Every job I have had has been the same. There was always something to worry on. There were always people to understand and perform for. There is always a method and lingo specific to each business.
I am also finding that I am the old chick at work. They giggle at me, I am sure they are not trying to be mean, just I guess the things I say and do are not what they are used to, or maybe they did know someone exactly like me. No idea, but they did say the other day "your stories". So I guess I am the babbling old woman at my job. I talk about previous work experience like hair stylist, child care, housekeeper, cook, housewife, living history, pastry shop. They haven't heard of me being in a Shoney Bear uniform, volunteered as an archaeologist, worked at an amusement park, truck stop, busgirl, pizza shop... The other day I was trying to ask where my boss got her hair done, but it came off as brown nosing, which is not me; I have an anniversary coming up, I really am looking to do a make-over for the occasion!
Brown-nosing and other things that people misperceive of my words. When I ask a certain type of food "they do here", I mean people of the state of New Mexico, where I live, not anything derogatory about where different people grew up. I don't feel like I have a real home since I always moved, so I describe things by state, not by people. This happened in beauty school, too. I made a comment about how all these talented people when into this business and I admired them because I never felt "called" to any profession; but my classmates took it to mean their color since it was different than mine. Sometimes you just have to keep your mouth shut because there will always be someone who doesn't take what you say as you meant it. I tell people I have no filter because it is easier than explaining how people hear what I say through their own filter. I have no energy or forethought for hateful actions. Life is too short, and I would have to actually plan to be mean since my life is so shallow that literally what you see is what you get, I have no hidden agendas, no time!
Anyways, a year later, new job. Had a nervous breakdown.
One day I was just driving back to work after a weekend off bit. Driving in was always the same "today will be a new day, a great day, you will learn, you will be excited, this will work". The reality was the day was split in half by an hour and a half split lunch, unpaid. It was unbearably hot, so much so I developed yeast infection, twice. I was always the nervous one who wanted you to check behind, had a spray deodorant and spare pads in the bathroom, the one bathroom, for 9 people, more if there were volunteers in. Couldn't afford to buy lunch, spent lunches eating protein bars and volunteering at a local thrift store supporting homeless needs.
Then the spouse and I started seriously vending our homemade wares created, repurposed, and recycled. Slowed down for the holidays to try and take a break, regroup, decide what worked what didn't, work on new stuff, write new idea project lists, get more things created from mentioned lists. The a text came to me, an offer of a job, well of an interview.
Well, I am shadowing again, for 5 days, to learn how to cook for 100 or more people on a 3 day a week basis.
The Building is used by the organization I will be working for. I will be the only paid member of the organization. The building houses a thrift store, a resource area for needs and socialization, a separate entity also helping in other ways, a community dining room, and a small tent area in the back. There are 7 of us, including the Head Honcha, and myself that manage these different aspects of the organization.
It is pretty much my dream. I have always wanted to fill peoples bellies and make them smile by making them food. Now I get to do it for people who will appreciate it, and it will pay for my electricity and gas. Hopefully the vending will pay for food, or insurance, or phones, or internet.
OR we will grow a lot of our food, get solar, build earthen structures ourselves, possibly offer stretching classes or something for people who want to get out where no one can see them, in nature, and don't mind giving a donation to a guide giving them time and resources to do such (read about those thoughts here.
The first thing I was asked while shadowing for the current job by a then employee who would be leaving was "Why did you decide to get into this?". My answer was "I just sorta fall into jobs".
I wasn't expecting an hour and a half long lunch, which I now use to make some groceries and errands, but otherwise, it does suck fuel out of my vehicle. It is on the other side of the town I drive 28 minutes to get to. But they hired me. It is yet another new field for me. The other thing I do on the lunch block when not grocery running, is volunteering at a thrift store that benefits the homeless. I also owe cookies to one of the thrift store people and one of my new work people, they are both interested in my oat cookies.
Uniform in it, well, I get to wear scrubs, I consider that a uniform! There are codes used over and over to charge for medicines and procedures, kind of like the codes on produce. You misscharge, you pay out of your pocket. You cannot discuss the specifics of what any particular client comes in for, so I will not be telling you that Lucy-boo Heaton gets her nails trimmed every month (name and procedure fictional associations). No cell phones up front, I love that rule. We take pictures of all the clients other than the ferals that are fixed, nipped, and released. Everything gets cleaned every day, and after each client accident, and after each potential danger visit. I know because I physically clean every rung and post on each bench, chair, table, and counter myself! Sometimes I get licked, and then I have to disinfect myself! I do have a dog at home, I don't want her catching anything, and after working here for two weeks, I do get concerned and do want to wash perfectly clean, slightly worn scrubs.
So if your clinic smells bad, there was probably a tinkle accident after surgery (they are passed out but their bladders are not), or they may be more sensitive to the medicine and throw up. If this happens while surgery is going on on another client, it may take a moment to get the kennel cleaned up. Another good reason to keep your pets hydrated and let them use the bathroom a lot, the more water they drink, the less it stinks, and it's healthy to let them clean out their system frequently.
We live in the desert, and it is warming up, there have been 3 snake bites brought to us in the two weeks I been there. They seem better off if bitten in the face as opposed to the feet. The venom doesn't seem to have a direct line into the heart. Can't say that to clients, though, don't wanna panic anyone unnecessarily. The anti-venom can help give you more time to get to the clinic, it has to be given as two booster shots. Once here, it is treated like an allergic reaction, medicine given to bring down the swelling, and maybe an antibiotic to take care of the immune system.
Euthanasia. What a word, it sounds like a mythical place next to the Elysian Fields. It's what one has to consider when your pets' quality of life is not what it should be. Perhaps it was a dog caught in a fire, with burn wounds that just won't heal. It may be like my cat, he lost his hearing one day, coincidentally after having a wound on his leg that just wouldn't heal fro 3 months, then a few days later he lost his site. We had hoped he would be fine with no sight or hearing. But every moment was terror and confusion for him during a week of observation. He could not find his food, litter box, bed, us. He walked into walls. It was breaking my heart and the look on his face was such a mesh of anger, confusion, and resignation, I knew it was time. Even while in the room though, watching his veins darken as the poison coursed through them, I considered it was the worst thing in life I had ever done. Bring a life to an end. His picture is still on my phone 3 years later. I get to keep living every day, he does not, I remind myself every moment I look at the phone.
Gods and Goddesses. I'd been just fresh off a binge of a Myth series. I'd warned the boss, as I was being interviewed that I had "a pretty big imagination, that I can imagine a lot of situations." Two weeks later, while we are all waiting to clock in for the day I revealed part of my imagination, including that the clinic was just a bunch of Gods and Goddesses. The bosses being Hera and Zeus, Our all-knowing lead front person is like Gaia, other people there remind me of Artemis (Goddess of the moon, the hunt, and young maidens, another of the front end), Demeter (a quieter Goddess of crops and simplicity), our janitor of sorts-Hades, and two back assistants we shall call Iris and Tyche. Had I a choice, I guess I'd be Hecate.
I do try to be positive and look at the bright side of things. I smile to make people feel more comfortable, otherwise my resting face would put people off. Sometimes you have to work a job like you are not getting paid for it. That way you can enjoy it, learn from it, and not be stressed by not learning quick enough. Every job I have had has been the same. There was always something to worry on. There were always people to understand and perform for. There is always a method and lingo specific to each business.
I am also finding that I am the old chick at work. They giggle at me, I am sure they are not trying to be mean, just I guess the things I say and do are not what they are used to, or maybe they did know someone exactly like me. No idea, but they did say the other day "your stories". So I guess I am the babbling old woman at my job. I talk about previous work experience like hair stylist, child care, housekeeper, cook, housewife, living history, pastry shop. They haven't heard of me being in a Shoney Bear uniform, volunteered as an archaeologist, worked at an amusement park, truck stop, busgirl, pizza shop... The other day I was trying to ask where my boss got her hair done, but it came off as brown nosing, which is not me; I have an anniversary coming up, I really am looking to do a make-over for the occasion!
Brown-nosing and other things that people misperceive of my words. When I ask a certain type of food "they do here", I mean people of the state of New Mexico, where I live, not anything derogatory about where different people grew up. I don't feel like I have a real home since I always moved, so I describe things by state, not by people. This happened in beauty school, too. I made a comment about how all these talented people when into this business and I admired them because I never felt "called" to any profession; but my classmates took it to mean their color since it was different than mine. Sometimes you just have to keep your mouth shut because there will always be someone who doesn't take what you say as you meant it. I tell people I have no filter because it is easier than explaining how people hear what I say through their own filter. I have no energy or forethought for hateful actions. Life is too short, and I would have to actually plan to be mean since my life is so shallow that literally what you see is what you get, I have no hidden agendas, no time!
Anyways, a year later, new job. Had a nervous breakdown.
One day I was just driving back to work after a weekend off bit. Driving in was always the same "today will be a new day, a great day, you will learn, you will be excited, this will work". The reality was the day was split in half by an hour and a half split lunch, unpaid. It was unbearably hot, so much so I developed yeast infection, twice. I was always the nervous one who wanted you to check behind, had a spray deodorant and spare pads in the bathroom, the one bathroom, for 9 people, more if there were volunteers in. Couldn't afford to buy lunch, spent lunches eating protein bars and volunteering at a local thrift store supporting homeless needs.
Then the spouse and I started seriously vending our homemade wares created, repurposed, and recycled. Slowed down for the holidays to try and take a break, regroup, decide what worked what didn't, work on new stuff, write new idea project lists, get more things created from mentioned lists. The a text came to me, an offer of a job, well of an interview.
Well, I am shadowing again, for 5 days, to learn how to cook for 100 or more people on a 3 day a week basis.
The Building is used by the organization I will be working for. I will be the only paid member of the organization. The building houses a thrift store, a resource area for needs and socialization, a separate entity also helping in other ways, a community dining room, and a small tent area in the back. There are 7 of us, including the Head Honcha, and myself that manage these different aspects of the organization.
It is pretty much my dream. I have always wanted to fill peoples bellies and make them smile by making them food. Now I get to do it for people who will appreciate it, and it will pay for my electricity and gas. Hopefully the vending will pay for food, or insurance, or phones, or internet.
OR we will grow a lot of our food, get solar, build earthen structures ourselves, possibly offer stretching classes or something for people who want to get out where no one can see them, in nature, and don't mind giving a donation to a guide giving them time and resources to do such (read about those thoughts here.
"How do you pay for it all?"
The list of things this household knows how to fabricate:
aglets, cordage, hair sticks, jewelry, pewter cast items, carved items, barbed wire scorpions, quills, keychains, clothing, shoes, foods, stains, balm, lotion, soap...but the market is flooded with similars, our stuff is niche stuff, but again, flooded.
In Reality ... the job search will commence
The tourist shop up the way. We want to know the secrets to their fudge, the hours are great, and its probably the closest employer.
Went there, wet head fresh out of the shower, when I asked if they were taking applications, they said yes, and if I had time to fill it out and the manager would talk to me. There is another applicant who came in as they opened, I am guessing, we had the same idea, I was there about a half hour later.
I thought the interview went great in that I probably know how to do it all, and am great at doing what I'm told. The interview even had me sign my name and license number there, saying it was because they have a standard auto used for hauling their trash. It's a background check, I've been through it before, but they usually call it what it is. Still that is where I am focused, I was about to stop at the next 3 three places, but then I thought, I'd like to wait and see if the tourist trap gets me first. I plan to call back in two days to see how my application is going (Friday), because that is before the weekend. Just wanna know to be done looking or to move on. I decided to wait, and go in person on Monday to ask how my application was processing. They said nothing from HR because it was a holiday Monday, I asked when to check back, they replied in a couple days (Wednesday). Luckily on Tuesday I answer my phone, though it appears to be a spam call, it ends up being Ray from the Tourlins and DQ in a town about 40 minutes away, asking me to come in and interview. I arrive, am directed to the DQ side. They wanted to hire me for there. I told him I said on my application I train at another store and he replied but there isn't a DQ in the others and I answered him, "Yes, I applied at the Tourlins where I live (I guess he didn't think the other store trained at various stores, who knows).
Who knows, maybe while I am out and about, I will notice a pizza shop I used to work for is hiring, and I could try that again. I did have fun and knew what I was doing. Or any other various places who may hire me on the spot, no?
UPDATE
Make-up, yes, I do believe girls have to use everything they can to get jobs sometimes. I just put on base and lips and it's an improvement on the "care about myself"-take that some hirers look for. They want to know someone maintains a cleanliness about them, runs a comb through their hair, and as much as is possible for them. I am almost 50 going up against the median age of 33 in the poorest county in our state. It's tricky and you have impress your best qualities in such a short amount of time. I even bought new shoes even though neither of us have income, just because I wasn't going to let anything interfere if I could help it. My first interview was good, but I didn't smile much with it being my first foray, if you will. It isn't the right word but it is the IMAGINARY TRAVELLER thinking how "cute a picture- a ninja going into enemy territory to pick up a job application". Also speaking of girls, I still am having monthly pains that many females deal with all their lives. So that's a fun thing to also be dealing with. Women are powerful, I don't think everyone always remembers what we go through physically and to know that we still can be on equal terms with men blows my mind. Can you imagine if we had the option to not deal with that, can you imagine how many more women would go even further?!
Goodness, so about a month later and I have been turned down for everything applied to so far, well three were a no call back, the other 4 were turn downs. Another called me on a Tuesday, after turning in an app the previous week. Interviewed me that day, I shadowed the next day. Unbeknownst to them, I had began the day with an unrelated migraine, felt miserable all day, they do not offer you to stay there for lunch and the break is about an hour and a half, so it is a very long day say from 730am-6pm on some days, who knows, perhaps more. I felt like a total dork. Socially I am so awkward, it is painful, to others to have to watch. During lunch, which I sat in my car because I'm trying to conserve gas, ended up going to the grocery to relieve myself, found out it was girl time. Great day to shadow, I tell you. But it gets better.
That Friday I start going down hill. The next Friday after that husband has to take phone call for that potential employer because I have lost my voice, same with that next Monday, so here 12 days later, Tuesday, I am finally looking like I may be in the clear and the husband has caught a portion of it.
Also, our refrigerator has broke again, it has been doing this since day one. so there is a new one on the way. What a couple of weeks.
In hind sight, I am terrible at interviews, and I have no basis in reality with any of the jobs I have gone after, I just do them any way. I do have a large imagination, maybe it prepares me. But I'm still a huge goofy idiot. I cannot help it. It's this wide-tooth mouth. So the interview included me revealing I was at both incidents at a local superstore, potentially saving people; talking about a dead maggoty opossum in a garage I had to deal with; kids in preschool I dealt with; the left over of a wild hog on a hike; that my cat was the one that ate a needle and thread (they operated on); and that my dog only has a couple years left, to which I cannot obtain any new animals, my heart cannot handle it. So to get the job was pretty much 50/50, either they were ok with a blank slate such as myself who probably has no emotional attachment to strange animals; or would someone in the industry be better suited to receive this job.
It appears I have the job and perhaps tomorrow or the next day I will shake this sinus headache enough to go in to a new job finally. During the incredulous hour and a half lunch, I will have to get my dental appointment rescheduled around the new job, the appointment was cancelled because it was while I was sick. Also I can purchase some scrub tops from the thrift store I volunteer at, and I can even spend my lunch hour there M-F!
No vacation in sight, though, of course. I think its more proper to wait a year before attempting vacation, days off will have to be enjoyed thoroughly, because I will be working my ass off, it looks like. Supposedly the day I shadowed was busier than they were expecting, so perhaps it is a good sign I can be trained and help out soon.
One day shy of showing symptoms, finally went to the doctor, gave me medicines and suggested two others. Bronchitis. Dropped in to new job to update owner who was standing right there, fate. Told her how the doctor told me I am not contagious once I been on the medication for 24 hours (then I take it 4 days after that, too). My goodness, so in four days, a Monday, I finally get to get the ball rolling at a new job! My throat is killing me, still lots of mucus and congestion and coughing, so 3 more full days of rest will be good.
My goodness, so this is how we might pay for it all :)
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Subjects to Consider
Parables of the Imaginary Traveller, POIT for short.
So many things have stories to tell...Whenever Don Martin drew a cartoon of a woman with large breasts he would draw one of the breasts popping out of a tight dress with the sound balloon "POIT" making the noise of the breast being released from the dress.
parable noun
- a short allegorical story designed to illustrate or teach some truth, religious principle, or moral lesson.
- a statement or comment that conveys a meaning indirectly by the use of comparison, analogy, or the like.
Time has the life we give it, and we give life to time...
Amazing stories of unicorns, norse horns, blue dogs, and smog
upon foreign sunrises and local sunsets, to strange traditions and local faux pas
These narratives could have been written by anyone for anyone.
They are life, experiences, dreams, fantasies, what if's.
Lessons gleaned while unguarded through out life are sometimes just fun experiences to share, to prepare others, to take a break from ones life, and read another.
The list below will be added to as time goes on.
Rv travels and other uses
bigboxonline store ban list
doppelganger
theme food and parties
pantry submission and report
surprise world trip
how do you pay for it all?
plucked out of store to cook on film production
thatcafe and social media
train and holiday decor on land
working barter camp
them park vacation
story mat meditation
fake it til you make it
food/dinner gifts, like buckwheat
picking apart social situations after the fact
couple stuff
our animals and what they put up with
cosmetology
cocooning for old age
doors
cow camp
are you serious
lack of parent
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