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1st-Oct-2011 08:16 pm - quotefile
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“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened... or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.” ― Tupac Shakur
10th-Sep-2011 08:57 pm - 9/11 entries
Santa's stuck
I have temporarily made all my 9/11 related entries unlocked so my non-lj peeps can read them. The people who know me best know why I locked down my journal, but these entries are beyond anything like that. Look for the 9/11 tags.
20th-Jan-2011 01:13 pm - time files when you're unemployed...
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My last day at the old job was 6 December. I was politely asked to leave due to a reorg. Not going to talk about that, but being a job hunter is interesting. And by interesting, it varies from amusing to gut wrenching.

I went to an "informational seminar" for a major insurance carrier on Tuesday. By major, I mean they have a commercial on the Super Bowl. They had about 15-20 of us in the room and there were 4 possible dates from which to choose for this seminar. We were asked to show up a little early to fill out a form and submit your resume. The usual questions, and list 4 strengths you have that would help you work for our firm. Check the box at the bottom if you are interested in a one on one interview following the presentation.

The form goes by quickly and I do a mental head count, 4 sessions, 20 people per session, plus the job fair they attended, there are a lot of applicants for however many positions there are available. The demographic for the 20 of us: 50/50 male/female, some younger some older, two black guys, no black females. The women dress in varying iterations of business casual, all the guys wear suits. I am secretly jealous of the binary dress code men have. We meet in an office park conference room with Formica-top tables and berber carpet, the beige walls are scuffed up. Crappy parabolic lighting fixtures are installed in a slightly water damaged drop ceiling. There is a cross on the podium, WTF? The kid at the table next to mine asks the facilitator for a pen. I shake my head in astonishment. I'm not seriously considering this either, but I brought my own damn pen. No one looks anywhere except to the front and I am scribbling notes for my entry here. Front and side walls have a chest high row of glass presentation panels painted white on the back, mounted like a mirror on the back of a bathroom door. They appear to be well-used, there is blue dry-erase marker embedded in the scratches on the glass. I want to get up and see if it's really glass, but I don't because plexi would have more scratches.

Our presenter is 5 minutes late and briefly apologizes. He goes down the scenario of what it's like, how one is compensated (straight commission) and how the product "sells itself" which is apparently why they are recruiting an army of unemployed people from any background to embark on this mission. He comes from a blue-collar construction background and after 3 years made bank with this company thru "hard work" and "dedication" (and a 35% commission rate). Lighting fixtures cut about 5-10%, this is interesting to me that insurance has such a high margin. He says that you don't need a sales background to do this, they are looking for more consultative types. I have a slightly sales background and recognize when he says "start with local businesses" and "you get out of it what you put into it" as code for cold calling with no leads. Some people like sitting in a tree stand all day waiting for a deer to come by, I am not one of those people. He scribbles his salary numbers on the board and I think of the Slim-Fast disclaimer on a crawl below him ...Results are not typical... People who suck at this don't get promoted to district sales manager. Still, I check the box for the one on one interview and I get a call the next day. I am reminded of Groucho Marx: “I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.” I have a feeling that if I wrote "pedestrian mastication" as a skill, I'd have gotten that call for the one on one interview. Since I want to get out of the house and consider this a practice interview, I'll go. I wonder what the signing bonus is on my head.
Santa's stuck
by Portia Nelson


I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.


I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place
but, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.


I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.


I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.


I walk down another street.
Santa's stuck
So we were in the car driving back from Virginia and Boy #2 could not understand why my sisters and I all have different last names, and I attempted to explain this.

"I married your dad and I have his last name, Gigi married [spouse] and she took his last name and Martha married [ex] and has his last name. Sometimes when women get married, they take their husband's last name..."
"And then they take their SOUL..." he added in his super-menacing voice.

I almost peed on myself laughing.

Gotta love kids.
2nd-Oct-2009 11:32 pm - quotefile
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The Guest House

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as a unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be cleaning you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
3rd-Jun-2009 12:47 pm - quotefile
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If you are smoking and pumping gas you have no right to tell the other lady who is talking on the phone and pumping gas that she could cause a fire. - my niece C
8th-May-2009 08:52 pm - Happy Mother's Day!
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5th-May-2009 12:37 pm - quotefile
Coke addict
"The problem of distinguishing what we are and what we are not responsible for in this life is one of the greatest problems of human existence." - M. Scott Peck
12th-Apr-2009 10:55 pm - vacation update and various
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first: a link
I have on my iPod all the ambient R&B hiphop he calls "Background Flow"
Maybe you like. I have very eclectic taste in music. I'll listen to nearly anything but country.

The vacation was semi-restful. Family dramaz, debriefings, watching the end results of other people's bad decisions, it was draining. I got 3 boxes of filing done, and shredded a lot of crap. I also half-finished Chinatown Wars on the DS. And read a novel about wrestling. And did a tax return. Guitar Hero, karaoke, visit gramma, birthday pizza for the in-laws, babysitting, trampoline. I was a busy girl. I may have even written a song, I am still cleaning it up. I'm not sure I like it, too depressing. After 16 hours in the car with Spike, I can now correctly identify 15-20 rap artists, which I believe hits me at maximum "crunk" for a 40-year-old Caucasian female.

Now I go back to work and atone for being gone a week. Oh joy.

And tomorrow I catch up the laundries. And clean. A lot.
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