March 31, 2014
12:35 a.m.
I'm sitting here laughing at myself in frustration, because I was writing this earlier and doing a couple of job searches at the same time. Instead of closing only my search page, I closed everything, and now all my brilliant writing is gone!
You'd think I never used a computer before. Ha ha! Now I have to start over. Ah, man!
Actually, nothing I've been thinking lately is particularly brilliant. As a matter of fact, I have spent much of the last week feeling sorry for myself.
First of all--and most importantly, regarding my state of being--I did not get the job I wanted. I spent the last week debating whether I wanted to call and ask why. So far, I haven't called. Call me a chicken, but I can't decide if I really want to know, or if I want to simply reassure myself that they went with a more experienced candidate. I'd certainly feel better about that than being told that I was terrible in my interview.
On the other hand, if I was terrible in my interview, shouldn't I know about that so I can make some changes before I interview again? I've really not had a lot of interviewing experience. Just because the first interview I went on was a good one doesn't mean that this last one was, too.
Here's the thing: the first interview I went on, I received a phone call about. I was told that my interview was quite good, but I wasn't being offered the job because they felt that my commute was too far and that it would be unfair to me since it was a temporary position. This last interview I received an e-mail--obviously a form letter--thanking me for my interest and informing me that they would not be moving forward with my application at this time.
So--First interview, positive review. I was told that the interviewer usually offered some constructive criticism regarding interview tactics, but she had nothing to say to me, as she felt I had done really well. Second interview--no feedback whatsoever.
What am I to do with this experience, then? Tell myself what I want to hear, or call and ask for some feedback?
What would you do? (If there's actually anyone reading this, I would appreciate your opinions.)
In the meantime, I've been keeping my eyes open for other opportunities and finding nothing at all so far. It's very frustrating knowing that I have gone to school twice and still have not managed to change fields.
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For the past several years the Medical Coding community has been preparing for the switch from ICD-9 to ICD-10 coding standards. The United States is very behind the times in implementing the change. The change was finally scheduled to take place this fall. However, earlier this week measures were taking in Congress to once more delay the change.
I know a lot of people who are pretty upset about this. Sometimes I wish we could fire all the Politicians and start from scratch. I doubt they even know that this matter is part of the bill they just signed. Good grief.
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I started out with more to talk about, but you know what? I'm sleepy! So I'm going to sign off and hopefully get some sleep!
Wish me luck. Good night!
Monday, March 31, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
March 23, 2014
5:20 p.m.
We just returned from my grandson's birthday party. Yesterday I was quite looking forward to it. Today I could hardly wait to get out of there. Just goes to show you never know how things are going to turn out.
Here's the problem: Today's parents.
When I was a kid, my parents sent us outside to play and kept their noses out of our business. When my kids were growing up, I did much the same thing with them. Kids do not need their parents constantly butting into what is basically "kid business".
Case in point: video games. There is no right or wrong way for a four-year-old to play a video game. Standing next to him and yelling at him he's doing it all wrong is bull-caca, you neanderthal dad, you! He's a little boy, schmuck. You put him on the machine, now let him play it however he wants. He's probably going to do better than you at it, anyway, if you let him be. And if he loses, so what? He'll sit there and pretend to play while the graphics repeat, and never even worry about it.
The mentality of modern parents is to "do it for them". Be it a game, chores, homework or a fight with a friend, they think they have to butt in and "fix" everything.
News flash: you can't fix it, parents! They have to learn how to fix it themselves. All you are teaching children by being a "fix-everything-parent" is that they are incapable of taking care of business themselves. When they get older and you expect them to deal with life, they will still be looking to you to "fix it" for them. Believe me when I tell you, you will get tired of it. You will wonder why this twelve year old has to have your help with something he should be able to do himself. You will wonder why your son won't get a job or why your daughter can't be bothered to do her own laundry. And the answer will be, it's your fault, because you had to butt in and "fix" everything when they were younger and could have learned a few basic lessons about doing it themselves.
Children learn by doing. So let them do it. Teach them--without yelling that everything they do is wrong--and then let them fail. And fail. And fail again. It's okay, they won't be scarred for life. They will simply learn that they have to try again, and soon they will master it, whatever it is.
My first personal experience with this learning method was riding a bike. I had no training wheels, no helmet, no knee and elbow pads. My dad walked along behind me and kept me in balance, and then--he let go. I fell. We did it again. I fell again. But guess what? I can ride a bike! Sure, I got banged up, but it was something I wanted to do, and I mastered it. My dad never told me I was doing it wrong or decided to just give me a ride on his bike. He told me it was all up to me, and if I tried really hard, I'd get it.
When I bought my kids their bikes, they all came with training wheels. I took them off.
Yeah, I'm a mean mom. But I never saw the point of training wheels. Kids don't learn any faster with them than they do without them, and honestly, falling a few times increases their determination to get it right. Their friends, my kids reminded me, had training wheels. Why didn't they? And yet, they learned to ride their bikes before their friends did. My son was riding a two-wheeler at the age of three. Three! His uncle had a sore back from walking him--little boy, little bike, poor Tio. He really had to bend over to give the kid a push. But check him out!
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Please note: No training wheels. No helmet, no knee or elbow pads. Also, no blood! (Okay, also no pants.)
Just a kid, taking care of business. Kid business.
Speaking of my son--he grew up in a house full of girls. Poor guy.
Girls are a pain. I'm totally serious, they are a pain. They travel in pairs or in packs. It's like they think it's a sin to be alone. Alone girls are the outcasts, the misfits, the nerds. In other words, me. For me it was fine, I was cool with being the odd one, but for most girls, it's devastating.
I sought solitude because I like it that way, and yes, the other girls thought I was strange, but it was okay. I have always been okay with my own weirdness. I have had, over the years, very few female friends. I have a lot of female acquaintances. There are some lovely women I love dearly--you know who you are--but for the most part, my friends are men. I appreciate their lack of dramatics.
But for now, I'm talking about typical girls. Emotions run just beneath the surface, hot and ready to erupt at the most inopportune time. No one knows what will trigger these eruptions, or what form the eruptions will take. Will it be tears? Angry ranting? Laughter? All three?
So, you're a girl. You have two girl friends. You like them and they like you, so it stands to reason that they should like each other, right? You introduce them to each other. Now what?
There are a few possible outcomes to this scenario:
1. You like them, they like you and they like each other. The three of you do everything together and everyone gets along fine. (Least likely.)
2. You like them and they like you. They do not like each other. Thus begins the competition, both covert and overt, to see which of them will "win" you. They each encourage you to ignore the other girl, leave her out of your activities. You become the prize. Congratulations, you've become an objective. Ugh!
3. They like you, but they like each other more than they like you. You become a third wheel and are eventually left behind.
(Scenarios 2 & 3 are equally likely.)
If you are the parent of a girl--or girls--there is no way to avoid this situation. It's going to happen. But you can't fix it. They have to fix it themselves.
Certainly you can offer advise--if she asks you. If it is situation #2 and you are a witness, you can certainly take your daughter aside and tell her that if the tug-of-war can't be resolved between the three girls quickly you'll be happy to take her out of the equation (for example, you've got chores for her or you have to go someplace-- not as a punishment, but as a reprieve) Then let her decide how she wants to deal with things. You can have a good talk about things after the friends are gone.
Getting into the situation yourself will only embarrass your child in front of her friends, and the next conversation they have will be about you instead of how to resolve their own issues. Take it from me, they talk about you enough already. In this case, it doesn't matter if you're Mom or Dad--parents embarrass their kids on a daily basis without even trying. Poking your nose into their business with their friends is defined as trying, okay? Stick to singing along with the elevator music at the grocery store to embarrass them; it's harmless.
Of course, the above advise is moot if things have gotten to a nasty level. If the girls are physically fighting, of course you have to intervene. Separate them all. Regardless of who is fighting over whom, two girls are probably sticking together and the third is left out somehow. Girls are masters of the nasty two-against-one.
Girls in sets of three equals trouble. So say I.
I am one of three female siblings. The two-against-one at our house was them vs me, but they didn't set it up that way; I did. If you have read any of my previous posts, you know that I was a loner who shut herself away to read, write and listen to music. But when I did decide to join in, I was the odd girl out. I simply didn't fit. Again, this was my own doing, but that doesn't mean I was immune to hurt feelings. Being left out hurts.
I am the mother of three females as well, and boy, were they masters of two-against-one. The two older girls consistently left the youngest out. Luckily, she is very like her mother (me!) and was happier hanging out with her brother anyway.
But every once in awhile, the three girls would get together and go three-against-one against their brother. Poor guy.They got him in trouble with me so many times before I figured out that they were the ones to blame. Then--boom!--Mom and son against girls. Guess who won? (Hint: Me)
See? Girls are a pain!
My oldest daughter had two friends who could not stop fighting over her. The one time they did decide to try to get along, they had a great time together and left her out of everything they did. She has never been the type to fight herself, so she just left them to their shenanigans and spent the day with me. The friends getting along together lasted less than a day, and the tug of war recommenced. My daughter finally decided that it was best to have them over to play one at a time. We talked it over, but the decision came from her. She just felt too much stress trying to spend time with them both at the same time. The exception to this action plan was Birthday parties, and then it was just grin and bear it. There was always someone else around to hang with the so-called "left out" friend, and my daughter soon mastered the art of taking turns and making the rounds. She is still friends with both girls--and they still don't like each other.
Anyway, this has been a long, rambling way of complaining about the way a particularly thoughtless "grown-up" made a child cry because their child felt left out. This child had made an effort to include the girl along with her other friend, but had been rebuffed because this little girl wanted her to herself. The three girls were in the process of fixing things themselves, but "Fix-it Mom" jumped right in the middle with both feet, made the child cry, embarrassed her daughter and made the other friend decide to go sit with one of the other kids rather than witness the whole debacle.
This after "Vidiot Dad" telling his toddler that everything he was doing in the game was wrong, and I was ready to leave before I jumped in the middle of something myself.
Parents, stop trying to "fix" things for your kids. Unless they are in danger, kid business is for the kids to work out. Otherwise they will never learn interpersonal relations.
Butt out. Seriously. Have some confidence that your children are smart enough and strong enough to work things out for themselves. If they really need your help, they'll ask for it, as long as you've made it clear that they're welcome to do so.
Let them play the game their way.
And good night.
5:20 p.m.
We just returned from my grandson's birthday party. Yesterday I was quite looking forward to it. Today I could hardly wait to get out of there. Just goes to show you never know how things are going to turn out.
Here's the problem: Today's parents.
When I was a kid, my parents sent us outside to play and kept their noses out of our business. When my kids were growing up, I did much the same thing with them. Kids do not need their parents constantly butting into what is basically "kid business".
Case in point: video games. There is no right or wrong way for a four-year-old to play a video game. Standing next to him and yelling at him he's doing it all wrong is bull-caca, you neanderthal dad, you! He's a little boy, schmuck. You put him on the machine, now let him play it however he wants. He's probably going to do better than you at it, anyway, if you let him be. And if he loses, so what? He'll sit there and pretend to play while the graphics repeat, and never even worry about it.
The mentality of modern parents is to "do it for them". Be it a game, chores, homework or a fight with a friend, they think they have to butt in and "fix" everything.
News flash: you can't fix it, parents! They have to learn how to fix it themselves. All you are teaching children by being a "fix-everything-parent" is that they are incapable of taking care of business themselves. When they get older and you expect them to deal with life, they will still be looking to you to "fix it" for them. Believe me when I tell you, you will get tired of it. You will wonder why this twelve year old has to have your help with something he should be able to do himself. You will wonder why your son won't get a job or why your daughter can't be bothered to do her own laundry. And the answer will be, it's your fault, because you had to butt in and "fix" everything when they were younger and could have learned a few basic lessons about doing it themselves.
Children learn by doing. So let them do it. Teach them--without yelling that everything they do is wrong--and then let them fail. And fail. And fail again. It's okay, they won't be scarred for life. They will simply learn that they have to try again, and soon they will master it, whatever it is.
My first personal experience with this learning method was riding a bike. I had no training wheels, no helmet, no knee and elbow pads. My dad walked along behind me and kept me in balance, and then--he let go. I fell. We did it again. I fell again. But guess what? I can ride a bike! Sure, I got banged up, but it was something I wanted to do, and I mastered it. My dad never told me I was doing it wrong or decided to just give me a ride on his bike. He told me it was all up to me, and if I tried really hard, I'd get it.
When I bought my kids their bikes, they all came with training wheels. I took them off.
Yeah, I'm a mean mom. But I never saw the point of training wheels. Kids don't learn any faster with them than they do without them, and honestly, falling a few times increases their determination to get it right. Their friends, my kids reminded me, had training wheels. Why didn't they? And yet, they learned to ride their bikes before their friends did. My son was riding a two-wheeler at the age of three. Three! His uncle had a sore back from walking him--little boy, little bike, poor Tio. He really had to bend over to give the kid a push. But check him out!
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Please note: No training wheels. No helmet, no knee or elbow pads. Also, no blood! (Okay, also no pants.)
Just a kid, taking care of business. Kid business.
Speaking of my son--he grew up in a house full of girls. Poor guy.
Girls are a pain. I'm totally serious, they are a pain. They travel in pairs or in packs. It's like they think it's a sin to be alone. Alone girls are the outcasts, the misfits, the nerds. In other words, me. For me it was fine, I was cool with being the odd one, but for most girls, it's devastating.
I sought solitude because I like it that way, and yes, the other girls thought I was strange, but it was okay. I have always been okay with my own weirdness. I have had, over the years, very few female friends. I have a lot of female acquaintances. There are some lovely women I love dearly--you know who you are--but for the most part, my friends are men. I appreciate their lack of dramatics.
But for now, I'm talking about typical girls. Emotions run just beneath the surface, hot and ready to erupt at the most inopportune time. No one knows what will trigger these eruptions, or what form the eruptions will take. Will it be tears? Angry ranting? Laughter? All three?
So, you're a girl. You have two girl friends. You like them and they like you, so it stands to reason that they should like each other, right? You introduce them to each other. Now what?
There are a few possible outcomes to this scenario:
1. You like them, they like you and they like each other. The three of you do everything together and everyone gets along fine. (Least likely.)
2. You like them and they like you. They do not like each other. Thus begins the competition, both covert and overt, to see which of them will "win" you. They each encourage you to ignore the other girl, leave her out of your activities. You become the prize. Congratulations, you've become an objective. Ugh!
3. They like you, but they like each other more than they like you. You become a third wheel and are eventually left behind.
(Scenarios 2 & 3 are equally likely.)
If you are the parent of a girl--or girls--there is no way to avoid this situation. It's going to happen. But you can't fix it. They have to fix it themselves.
Certainly you can offer advise--if she asks you. If it is situation #2 and you are a witness, you can certainly take your daughter aside and tell her that if the tug-of-war can't be resolved between the three girls quickly you'll be happy to take her out of the equation (for example, you've got chores for her or you have to go someplace-- not as a punishment, but as a reprieve) Then let her decide how she wants to deal with things. You can have a good talk about things after the friends are gone.
Getting into the situation yourself will only embarrass your child in front of her friends, and the next conversation they have will be about you instead of how to resolve their own issues. Take it from me, they talk about you enough already. In this case, it doesn't matter if you're Mom or Dad--parents embarrass their kids on a daily basis without even trying. Poking your nose into their business with their friends is defined as trying, okay? Stick to singing along with the elevator music at the grocery store to embarrass them; it's harmless.
Of course, the above advise is moot if things have gotten to a nasty level. If the girls are physically fighting, of course you have to intervene. Separate them all. Regardless of who is fighting over whom, two girls are probably sticking together and the third is left out somehow. Girls are masters of the nasty two-against-one.
Girls in sets of three equals trouble. So say I.
I am one of three female siblings. The two-against-one at our house was them vs me, but they didn't set it up that way; I did. If you have read any of my previous posts, you know that I was a loner who shut herself away to read, write and listen to music. But when I did decide to join in, I was the odd girl out. I simply didn't fit. Again, this was my own doing, but that doesn't mean I was immune to hurt feelings. Being left out hurts.
I am the mother of three females as well, and boy, were they masters of two-against-one. The two older girls consistently left the youngest out. Luckily, she is very like her mother (me!) and was happier hanging out with her brother anyway.
But every once in awhile, the three girls would get together and go three-against-one against their brother. Poor guy.They got him in trouble with me so many times before I figured out that they were the ones to blame. Then--boom!--Mom and son against girls. Guess who won? (Hint: Me)
See? Girls are a pain!
My oldest daughter had two friends who could not stop fighting over her. The one time they did decide to try to get along, they had a great time together and left her out of everything they did. She has never been the type to fight herself, so she just left them to their shenanigans and spent the day with me. The friends getting along together lasted less than a day, and the tug of war recommenced. My daughter finally decided that it was best to have them over to play one at a time. We talked it over, but the decision came from her. She just felt too much stress trying to spend time with them both at the same time. The exception to this action plan was Birthday parties, and then it was just grin and bear it. There was always someone else around to hang with the so-called "left out" friend, and my daughter soon mastered the art of taking turns and making the rounds. She is still friends with both girls--and they still don't like each other.
Anyway, this has been a long, rambling way of complaining about the way a particularly thoughtless "grown-up" made a child cry because their child felt left out. This child had made an effort to include the girl along with her other friend, but had been rebuffed because this little girl wanted her to herself. The three girls were in the process of fixing things themselves, but "Fix-it Mom" jumped right in the middle with both feet, made the child cry, embarrassed her daughter and made the other friend decide to go sit with one of the other kids rather than witness the whole debacle.
This after "Vidiot Dad" telling his toddler that everything he was doing in the game was wrong, and I was ready to leave before I jumped in the middle of something myself.
Parents, stop trying to "fix" things for your kids. Unless they are in danger, kid business is for the kids to work out. Otherwise they will never learn interpersonal relations.
Butt out. Seriously. Have some confidence that your children are smart enough and strong enough to work things out for themselves. If they really need your help, they'll ask for it, as long as you've made it clear that they're welcome to do so.
Let them play the game their way.
And good night.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
March 22, 2014
3:15 p.m.
Oh, boy, my grandson is eight-years-old as of yesterday. Tomorrow he's having a birthday party and that should be a ton of fun. Bowling, miniature golf and laser tag--that sounds like a blast.
We started dieting this week, so it should be interesting attending a party and not over-indulging in party foods. I'm not much for bowling-alley type foods, but cake may be a problem. I love cake. I love sweets. I have a problem, man.
Snow today. More predicted for tonight. I'm over it. But it is March in Colorado, and March just happens to be Colorado's big snow month.
Has anyone else noticed a shift in the seasons since we were kids? I swear, when I was a kid, winter happened in the so-called winter months. It got colder and we got more snow than we do now. We had snow piled up to the roof of the garage when I was a kid. I have rarely seen snow that deep as an adult. And it's not a kid's perspective--the garage didn't get any taller over the years. For that matter, I didn't get much taller myself. Ha ha.
I guess I can't make a fair comparison regarding Colorado, since I didn't grow up here, but the natives I know tell me that this is the case here as well. They remember getting a lot more snow and cold weather than we get here now.
Growing up in Wyoming, it seemed like winter started right after we went back to school. As there have been numerous September snowfalls recorded over the years, this is not an unfair statement. I could count on one hand the number of Christmases I remember that were without snow. Ditto Thanksgivings. At least half of our Easter trips to Denver were driven through snowstorms. Frankly, I remember summer and winter through my childhood. Spring and Autumn were not seasons, but a day or two that prefaced Summer and Winter.
Global warming? I believe it. I spend at least half of the winter these days without a coat. Yeah, I know I'm complaining about snow in March, but honestly, we have to get it sometime. We need the water. I just don't want to be cold, ya know? Never happy...
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6:16 p.m.
It quit snowing for awhile, but it's very lightly snowing now. I imagine it's working up to making my daughter-in-law's drive home messy. Although she's from the south and has only lived here just over a year, she does really well driving in the snow. But it's scary for anyone when it gets nasty out there in the dark.
Forecast for tomorrow is sunny and in the fifties. Even if that's wrong, the birthday party is indoors, so all will be well. I'm looking forward to seeing the kiddos. It's going to be a fun day.
I want hot chocolate. Stupid diet. Boo!
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8:21 p.m.
Apparently this is one of those days when I cannot focus on any one thing for long. I've been more interested in watching old movies and reading today. Just finished The Happiest Days of Our Lives by Wil Wheaton. I really enjoy reading his stuff, be it the books he's published or his blog. He's a writer and actor of some acclaim, but he's also a real guy with real issues and emotions that he's decided to share rather fearlessly. It doesn't hurt anything that he's frequently funny as well.
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9:15 p.m.
Since it is officially "Spring"--take that, snow--it is time for me to force myself into my closet for a good clean-out. I did it last year, donated a big box of stuff, and I still have too much. Most of it, honestly, just needs to be thrown out. I don't know why I have such a propensity to hold on to old, worn out, dated crap. You'd think I grew up during the Great Depression or something. There should be no pride in knowing that I still have a lot of things I brought with me from Wyoming nearly fifteen years ago.
So, it's not happening tomorrow, as we are attending grandson's birthday party. Monday, into the closet I go. Ugh!
I have no excuses, either. It's not like have a job, or anywhere else to go. Bummer. *sad face*
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10:26 p.m.
Took the time to do a little workout with son and daughter-in-law. God, I'm old. Can't keep up with them, but at least I managed something. It's much easier on me to just go for a walk these days. I'm grateful that I can still do that. It's good exercise, just not high impact--plus it gets me out of the house.
Oy, my hip! Arthritis is not a friendly affliction, that's for sure. But it's not going to keep me from trying. I'd be much worse off if I gave up.
I'm gonna call it a day now. I've been pecking at this all day and have accomplished nothing particularly special. Just me thinks.
G'night!
3:15 p.m.
Oh, boy, my grandson is eight-years-old as of yesterday. Tomorrow he's having a birthday party and that should be a ton of fun. Bowling, miniature golf and laser tag--that sounds like a blast.
We started dieting this week, so it should be interesting attending a party and not over-indulging in party foods. I'm not much for bowling-alley type foods, but cake may be a problem. I love cake. I love sweets. I have a problem, man.
Snow today. More predicted for tonight. I'm over it. But it is March in Colorado, and March just happens to be Colorado's big snow month.
Has anyone else noticed a shift in the seasons since we were kids? I swear, when I was a kid, winter happened in the so-called winter months. It got colder and we got more snow than we do now. We had snow piled up to the roof of the garage when I was a kid. I have rarely seen snow that deep as an adult. And it's not a kid's perspective--the garage didn't get any taller over the years. For that matter, I didn't get much taller myself. Ha ha.
I guess I can't make a fair comparison regarding Colorado, since I didn't grow up here, but the natives I know tell me that this is the case here as well. They remember getting a lot more snow and cold weather than we get here now.
Growing up in Wyoming, it seemed like winter started right after we went back to school. As there have been numerous September snowfalls recorded over the years, this is not an unfair statement. I could count on one hand the number of Christmases I remember that were without snow. Ditto Thanksgivings. At least half of our Easter trips to Denver were driven through snowstorms. Frankly, I remember summer and winter through my childhood. Spring and Autumn were not seasons, but a day or two that prefaced Summer and Winter.
Global warming? I believe it. I spend at least half of the winter these days without a coat. Yeah, I know I'm complaining about snow in March, but honestly, we have to get it sometime. We need the water. I just don't want to be cold, ya know? Never happy...
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6:16 p.m.
It quit snowing for awhile, but it's very lightly snowing now. I imagine it's working up to making my daughter-in-law's drive home messy. Although she's from the south and has only lived here just over a year, she does really well driving in the snow. But it's scary for anyone when it gets nasty out there in the dark.
Forecast for tomorrow is sunny and in the fifties. Even if that's wrong, the birthday party is indoors, so all will be well. I'm looking forward to seeing the kiddos. It's going to be a fun day.
I want hot chocolate. Stupid diet. Boo!
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8:21 p.m.
Apparently this is one of those days when I cannot focus on any one thing for long. I've been more interested in watching old movies and reading today. Just finished The Happiest Days of Our Lives by Wil Wheaton. I really enjoy reading his stuff, be it the books he's published or his blog. He's a writer and actor of some acclaim, but he's also a real guy with real issues and emotions that he's decided to share rather fearlessly. It doesn't hurt anything that he's frequently funny as well.
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9:15 p.m.
Since it is officially "Spring"--take that, snow--it is time for me to force myself into my closet for a good clean-out. I did it last year, donated a big box of stuff, and I still have too much. Most of it, honestly, just needs to be thrown out. I don't know why I have such a propensity to hold on to old, worn out, dated crap. You'd think I grew up during the Great Depression or something. There should be no pride in knowing that I still have a lot of things I brought with me from Wyoming nearly fifteen years ago.
So, it's not happening tomorrow, as we are attending grandson's birthday party. Monday, into the closet I go. Ugh!
I have no excuses, either. It's not like have a job, or anywhere else to go. Bummer. *sad face*
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10:26 p.m.
Took the time to do a little workout with son and daughter-in-law. God, I'm old. Can't keep up with them, but at least I managed something. It's much easier on me to just go for a walk these days. I'm grateful that I can still do that. It's good exercise, just not high impact--plus it gets me out of the house.
Oy, my hip! Arthritis is not a friendly affliction, that's for sure. But it's not going to keep me from trying. I'd be much worse off if I gave up.
I'm gonna call it a day now. I've been pecking at this all day and have accomplished nothing particularly special. Just me thinks.
G'night!
Thursday, March 20, 2014
March 19, 2014
11:29 p.m.
Another online test for a job today. I think I did really well on this one. Hopefully someone will call me soon. I'm feeling badly about the timing though. I RSPV'd for this thing last week--a number of candidates were to test at the same time--and yesterday I learned that a friend's brother had passed and his funeral was today. I wanted to go there, but the test won't be rescheduled for at least a month, if ever, and I committed myself to it after a phone interview last week. So...I logged on and took the test.
Ironic, isn't it? Generally speaking, I never have anything going on. Why does it have to happen that the one time I did, something else came up? I feel really badly now that I didn't go. I wish now I'd blown off the test. I don't know them and they don't know me. Odds are they'll never call. Why didn't I just call the whole thing off? What a loser I am!
Gee, it's a crazy life. I feel like I'm jumping through hoops in hopes of finding a job, and some of them I'm not even sure I want. This one seems fine, but I haven't been to the location yet, so who knows?
Besides, I still have my heart set on the other job, and apparently I am still in the running for it; but I have to continue my job search just in case.
I still worry that I may be passed over due to the fact that I became so sick a few years ago. But I spent a good amount of time in the building where I would work and had zero breathing issues while there. So I'm not worried about spending time in there, I'm sure I'll be just fine.
It's just that they asked me why I hadn't been working, and I was honest with them, so now I hope that isn't held against me. Not that I would consider doing it any other way. Lying only comes back and bites you in the behind and isn't worth it, not ever. (Unless the question is "Does this make me look fat?" If I ever ask you that, lie away!)
Enough about job hunting. One of these days I may actually get a job and won't have to think about this anymore.
I've been sleeping somewhat better the last couple of nights. Sometimes I just have to completely deprive myself so I can sleep several hours straight--I managed seven hours the other night. Yay, me! I haven't repeated that many, but I did get almost six hours last night, and that's awesome for me.
Hopefully I won't jinx myself by bragging! Ha ha!
Going on a diet. Whoo hoo! Not. I have such a slow, slow metabolism. Hopefully this will be more successful than the last nine months, when all I've managed to do is get back to the weight I was when I quit working. A whopping 16 pounds. I guess, logically, that's a pretty good weight loss. They say if it comes off slowly you have a better chance of keeping it off. I say if I can't have chocolate, what's the point? But this diet allows for my sweet tooth, thank goodness. So starting tomorrow morning, it's Low Glycemic Index time. Ah, me. I love carbs. *Sigh*
The plus side is that warmer weather is coming and I will get out and walk more. I have been so bad this winter. Arthritis and winter do not mix well. Not much of an excuse, but it's all I've got.
So I guess I should go to bed and go to sleep. Hopefully.
Good night!
11:29 p.m.
Another online test for a job today. I think I did really well on this one. Hopefully someone will call me soon. I'm feeling badly about the timing though. I RSPV'd for this thing last week--a number of candidates were to test at the same time--and yesterday I learned that a friend's brother had passed and his funeral was today. I wanted to go there, but the test won't be rescheduled for at least a month, if ever, and I committed myself to it after a phone interview last week. So...I logged on and took the test.
Ironic, isn't it? Generally speaking, I never have anything going on. Why does it have to happen that the one time I did, something else came up? I feel really badly now that I didn't go. I wish now I'd blown off the test. I don't know them and they don't know me. Odds are they'll never call. Why didn't I just call the whole thing off? What a loser I am!
Gee, it's a crazy life. I feel like I'm jumping through hoops in hopes of finding a job, and some of them I'm not even sure I want. This one seems fine, but I haven't been to the location yet, so who knows?
Besides, I still have my heart set on the other job, and apparently I am still in the running for it; but I have to continue my job search just in case.
I still worry that I may be passed over due to the fact that I became so sick a few years ago. But I spent a good amount of time in the building where I would work and had zero breathing issues while there. So I'm not worried about spending time in there, I'm sure I'll be just fine.
It's just that they asked me why I hadn't been working, and I was honest with them, so now I hope that isn't held against me. Not that I would consider doing it any other way. Lying only comes back and bites you in the behind and isn't worth it, not ever. (Unless the question is "Does this make me look fat?" If I ever ask you that, lie away!)
Enough about job hunting. One of these days I may actually get a job and won't have to think about this anymore.
I've been sleeping somewhat better the last couple of nights. Sometimes I just have to completely deprive myself so I can sleep several hours straight--I managed seven hours the other night. Yay, me! I haven't repeated that many, but I did get almost six hours last night, and that's awesome for me.
Hopefully I won't jinx myself by bragging! Ha ha!
Going on a diet. Whoo hoo! Not. I have such a slow, slow metabolism. Hopefully this will be more successful than the last nine months, when all I've managed to do is get back to the weight I was when I quit working. A whopping 16 pounds. I guess, logically, that's a pretty good weight loss. They say if it comes off slowly you have a better chance of keeping it off. I say if I can't have chocolate, what's the point? But this diet allows for my sweet tooth, thank goodness. So starting tomorrow morning, it's Low Glycemic Index time. Ah, me. I love carbs. *Sigh*
The plus side is that warmer weather is coming and I will get out and walk more. I have been so bad this winter. Arthritis and winter do not mix well. Not much of an excuse, but it's all I've got.
So I guess I should go to bed and go to sleep. Hopefully.
Good night!
Sunday, March 16, 2014
March 16, 2014
10:44 p.m.
Well, folks, here we are, at the end of a very long Sunday. I still have not slept, and I'm about ready to hit the hay. I'll be interested to see what sleep results I get after being awake so long. I'm hoping for a nice six-hour stretch before waking.
It's been a nice day. My daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren spent most of the afternoon and evening here. They just left. Also had a visit from my "niece", her mother, and five of her eight children. The twin babies are so precious! They are over eight pounds now, and growing fast. So happy to see their wonderful progress.
Steak and lobster for dinner. Yummy!
So in just a few minutes, I'm going to bed. (Yes, before midnight. It's a miracle.)
Wish me luck!
Good night!
10:44 p.m.
Well, folks, here we are, at the end of a very long Sunday. I still have not slept, and I'm about ready to hit the hay. I'll be interested to see what sleep results I get after being awake so long. I'm hoping for a nice six-hour stretch before waking.
It's been a nice day. My daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren spent most of the afternoon and evening here. They just left. Also had a visit from my "niece", her mother, and five of her eight children. The twin babies are so precious! They are over eight pounds now, and growing fast. So happy to see their wonderful progress.
Steak and lobster for dinner. Yummy!
So in just a few minutes, I'm going to bed. (Yes, before midnight. It's a miracle.)
Wish me luck!
Good night!
March 16, 2014
2:56 a.m.
I think I'm going to pull an all-nighter. I can't seem to get myself on a day schedule, and it's getting ridiculous. It's well past daylight when I finally get to sleep, then I wake up a couple of hours later and lay around reading because I don't have the energy to haul my fat fanny out of my bed. Dumb.
Am I depressed? Maybe...haven't been feeling great physically the last few weeks, which worries me. Haven't heard back from anyone about the job I want, either. So that's a bummer.
Nah. These are not abnormal things for me. I haven't had a job for years, so nothing has changed in that regard. When they do call me (please, God!) I will lose sleep because I'm excited-- but the fact is, I will lose sleep regardless, because that's who I am. I am "She Who Does Not Sleep".
I got the song "I Need You Tonight" stuck in my head earlier and finally had to look it up on YouTube.com and share it on Facebook, because "I'm not sleepin'".
It's crazy how a song lyric can get to spinning around in your head sometimes, isn't it? It's even worse when you can't figure out the song it's from. You go around humming it and trying to come up with enough of the words to figure out the title. And the only way to stop it is to listen to the damn thing, so you go round and round with it until you figure it out. It's enough to make you crazy.
And you know what's the very worst? When it's a song you don't even like. Gosh, I hate that.
At least I like the song stuck in my head right now. "I need you tonight, cuz I'm not sleepin', there's something about you..." la la la...
"I've got to let you know, you're one of my kind."
Love it. Oh, yeah, song's by INXS.
4:35 a.m.
Well, I tried to go to sleep, and here I am again. Pretty soon the sun will rise and I will probably walk down to the convenience store for a cup of coffee, because yesterday I--*gasp*--ran out of coffee. I also forgot to put it on the grocery list. I'm losing it, folks!
I'm watching Jerry Lewis in "The Bellboy" right now. I love old movies. And when I'm tired I love silly stuff. This is pretty silly.
I think my daughter and her family are coming for a visit later. I really should sleep. And I would if I could. .
I'm looking forward to seeing the grandchildren. I can't believe that in a few days my grandson will be eight years old. It's terrible how fast time flies by.
I guess it's worse that my oldest, my son, turned thirty-five on the 5th. Thirty-five! My youngest daughter will turn thirty later this year. It hardly seems possible. I was just thirty myself last week!
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To me, my kids are still these little tykes. I don't know how time zoomed by so fast! Weren't they cute?
By the middle of this year, all my children will be in their thirties. Does that mean I have to be a grown-up now?
Oh, wait! I saw a meme on Facebook the other day that said: "If you haven't grown up by the age of 50, you don't have to." So...cool! That's settled!
Me at thirty. Wish I could say I haven't changed!
But time is a bitch, right? Ugh! Perhaps I should try a smile!
Whatever....
Never mind. Like I said, time's a bitch. But I've gained so much through the passage of time. My children have become adults I can be proud of and my three daughters have given me seven beautiful grandchildren. What more could anyone ask for?
Except maybe that job I've been moaning about? (Hint to the universe.)
Or...a good night's sleep? (That would be nice!)
It's past 5:00 a.m. so I'm going to say that sleep opportunity has passed me by tonight and I'm just going to stay up and watch another movie or something. It's a matter of time, as well, and I no longer have time to get a decent amount of sleep before I have to get up, not with company coming over. Staying up is preferable to two to three hours of sleep. And perhaps if I stay awake until tonight, I might actually go to bed at a decent hour and get up at a reasonable hour of the morning.
Perhaps. It has been known to happen. Not often, but once in awhile.
Imagine it: "She Who Does Not Sleep", on a daytime schedule.
Well, we'll see, won't we?
Have a great Sunday, all! Adios for now!
2:56 a.m.
I think I'm going to pull an all-nighter. I can't seem to get myself on a day schedule, and it's getting ridiculous. It's well past daylight when I finally get to sleep, then I wake up a couple of hours later and lay around reading because I don't have the energy to haul my fat fanny out of my bed. Dumb.
Am I depressed? Maybe...haven't been feeling great physically the last few weeks, which worries me. Haven't heard back from anyone about the job I want, either. So that's a bummer.
Nah. These are not abnormal things for me. I haven't had a job for years, so nothing has changed in that regard. When they do call me (please, God!) I will lose sleep because I'm excited-- but the fact is, I will lose sleep regardless, because that's who I am. I am "She Who Does Not Sleep".
I got the song "I Need You Tonight" stuck in my head earlier and finally had to look it up on YouTube.com and share it on Facebook, because "I'm not sleepin'".
It's crazy how a song lyric can get to spinning around in your head sometimes, isn't it? It's even worse when you can't figure out the song it's from. You go around humming it and trying to come up with enough of the words to figure out the title. And the only way to stop it is to listen to the damn thing, so you go round and round with it until you figure it out. It's enough to make you crazy.
And you know what's the very worst? When it's a song you don't even like. Gosh, I hate that.
At least I like the song stuck in my head right now. "I need you tonight, cuz I'm not sleepin', there's something about you..." la la la...
"I've got to let you know, you're one of my kind."
Love it. Oh, yeah, song's by INXS.
4:35 a.m.
Well, I tried to go to sleep, and here I am again. Pretty soon the sun will rise and I will probably walk down to the convenience store for a cup of coffee, because yesterday I--*gasp*--ran out of coffee. I also forgot to put it on the grocery list. I'm losing it, folks!
I'm watching Jerry Lewis in "The Bellboy" right now. I love old movies. And when I'm tired I love silly stuff. This is pretty silly.
I think my daughter and her family are coming for a visit later. I really should sleep. And I would if I could. .
I'm looking forward to seeing the grandchildren. I can't believe that in a few days my grandson will be eight years old. It's terrible how fast time flies by.
I guess it's worse that my oldest, my son, turned thirty-five on the 5th. Thirty-five! My youngest daughter will turn thirty later this year. It hardly seems possible. I was just thirty myself last week!
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To me, my kids are still these little tykes. I don't know how time zoomed by so fast! Weren't they cute?
By the middle of this year, all my children will be in their thirties. Does that mean I have to be a grown-up now?
Oh, wait! I saw a meme on Facebook the other day that said: "If you haven't grown up by the age of 50, you don't have to." So...cool! That's settled!
Me at thirty. Wish I could say I haven't changed!
But time is a bitch, right? Ugh! Perhaps I should try a smile!
Whatever....
Never mind. Like I said, time's a bitch. But I've gained so much through the passage of time. My children have become adults I can be proud of and my three daughters have given me seven beautiful grandchildren. What more could anyone ask for?
Except maybe that job I've been moaning about? (Hint to the universe.)
Or...a good night's sleep? (That would be nice!)
It's past 5:00 a.m. so I'm going to say that sleep opportunity has passed me by tonight and I'm just going to stay up and watch another movie or something. It's a matter of time, as well, and I no longer have time to get a decent amount of sleep before I have to get up, not with company coming over. Staying up is preferable to two to three hours of sleep. And perhaps if I stay awake until tonight, I might actually go to bed at a decent hour and get up at a reasonable hour of the morning.
Perhaps. It has been known to happen. Not often, but once in awhile.
Imagine it: "She Who Does Not Sleep", on a daytime schedule.
Well, we'll see, won't we?
Have a great Sunday, all! Adios for now!
Saturday, March 8, 2014
March 8, 2014
2:47 a.m.
Well, this is it, folks. Time for Daylight Savings Time. Good grief!
I don't know about you all, but I have never felt that this practice saves me any daylight. The days are getting longer already, due to the seasonal changes. Regardless of changing the clocks, we automatically get more daylight at this time of the year. So the whole thing is just dumb!
Besides, I still don't sleep well, so losing an hour is actually a big, big, BIG deal to me. My rhythms are already off, I don't need a time change to further screw me up.
I mean, look at this: it is nearly 3:00 in the morning, and I am not asleep. On Monday at this same time, it will be 4:00 a.m. and I will be awake.
I'm trying, without much success, to get myself on a day-night schedule, in case I get this job I want. I know I probably won't be working nights, so I've got to do it somehow. DST is only going to make it harder.
No, I guess I cannot blame my insomnia on our silly insistence on messing around with the time twice a year. But, honestly, I complain about it twice every year, because it messes me up. I can't be the only one, can I? Does anyone else walk around in a stupor for a week after the time change?
And what purpose does it serve, anyway? I guess its original purpose was to save money on lighting costs during working hours, but people work all hours these days, so it's an outdated concept at best.
Regardless of whether we're springing ahead or falling back, it doesn't even work. We fiddle with time to make it stay light later in the spring and summer, and get dark earlier in the fall and winter. the seasonal changes take care of that already. Why on earth would we want it to get dark even earlier than necessary in the fall and winter?
It's dumb. The whole thing is just dumb. Even as a kid, walking home from after-school activities in the dark, I knew it was dumb. Dumb.
Gosh, I'm tired. This has been a week of sleepless nights already. I think I'm going to just stay up around the clock and try to get myself on track.
Anyway, I want to know your thoughts on Daylight Savings Time. Please leave me some comments on my blog page.
I'm going to go try to sleep...
Good night! :)
2:47 a.m.
Well, this is it, folks. Time for Daylight Savings Time. Good grief!
I don't know about you all, but I have never felt that this practice saves me any daylight. The days are getting longer already, due to the seasonal changes. Regardless of changing the clocks, we automatically get more daylight at this time of the year. So the whole thing is just dumb!
Besides, I still don't sleep well, so losing an hour is actually a big, big, BIG deal to me. My rhythms are already off, I don't need a time change to further screw me up.
I mean, look at this: it is nearly 3:00 in the morning, and I am not asleep. On Monday at this same time, it will be 4:00 a.m. and I will be awake.
I'm trying, without much success, to get myself on a day-night schedule, in case I get this job I want. I know I probably won't be working nights, so I've got to do it somehow. DST is only going to make it harder.
No, I guess I cannot blame my insomnia on our silly insistence on messing around with the time twice a year. But, honestly, I complain about it twice every year, because it messes me up. I can't be the only one, can I? Does anyone else walk around in a stupor for a week after the time change?
And what purpose does it serve, anyway? I guess its original purpose was to save money on lighting costs during working hours, but people work all hours these days, so it's an outdated concept at best.
Regardless of whether we're springing ahead or falling back, it doesn't even work. We fiddle with time to make it stay light later in the spring and summer, and get dark earlier in the fall and winter. the seasonal changes take care of that already. Why on earth would we want it to get dark even earlier than necessary in the fall and winter?
It's dumb. The whole thing is just dumb. Even as a kid, walking home from after-school activities in the dark, I knew it was dumb. Dumb.
Gosh, I'm tired. This has been a week of sleepless nights already. I think I'm going to just stay up around the clock and try to get myself on track.
Anyway, I want to know your thoughts on Daylight Savings Time. Please leave me some comments on my blog page.
I'm going to go try to sleep...
Good night! :)
Friday, March 7, 2014
March 6, 2014
11:33 p.m.
I have kept my silence for the last few days. Sorry, there just wasn't any news to share. There still isn't.
Am I just incredibly old school, or has it always been this complicated to get a job? I mean, I haven't really had that many jobs, relatively speaking. I tend to stick with a job for a long time; I was never a job-jumper.
I've had twelve jobs since 1975. Two of those were in High School, 1975-78. Then I got married and didn't work outside the home again until my baby started school in 1989. So, ten jobs between 1989 and 2010. I worked as a secretary at a construction company in 1989, then from 1990 to 1992 I worked in fashions at a Department store. I went from full to part time there when I went to work full time as an Optician in 1991. Also during the time I worked as an Optician in Wyoming, 1991-99, I worked two part-time jobs as well, so there's a total so far of five jobs right there. I moved to Denver and between 1999-2000 I worked as a Coding Assistant full time and as an Optician part time. From 2000-2006 I continued part time as an Optician and worked full time as a Surgery Scheduler/Insurance Verification Specialist, so that's another three jobs. I went back to school and worked part time at the college I attended until graduation in 2006. Then back to Optician work from 2006-2010.
So, all those jobs, and I have never gone through a three-part interview process. If I'm called back--IF--I will have to go fill out paperwork for a background check and take a drug screen. Eventually I may actually get to go to work!
I'm not saying there's anything wrong with this process. Healthcare is big business and confidentiality is crucial. Naturally anyone who will have access to health records needs to be scrutinized carefully. I'm simply frustrated because I really have no idea if I'm in the running or not. I want to think positively, but it's scary.
I long for the days when I spoke to one or two people one time, was told when to show up and everyone smiled and shook hands. This pretty much describes all my past job interview processes. I've actually had a drug screen once, and I had already started the job. That would have been the end of it had I failed, but drugs have never been a thing for me. I don't even like taking my required medications.
Which reminds me...
I wish the doctor hadn't added a medication, and I really wish it wasn't at night. Bedtime pills are amusing to me--what time is bedtime, when you're ME? Ha ha!
Okay, I am finished venting about the job hunting. What it all comes down to is that I am terrible at waiting. But I will just have to be patient and hope that everything works out.
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I bought a new bookcase the other day, and it's just sitting there staring at me, waiting for me to put it together. My arthritis has been giving me fits, so I know I'll get less than halfway through the screwdriver work before I have to give up. Still, I'm tempted to get it started, although it's after midnight.
In the meantime, I have been moving the books I want to put on it, and loading the other one with work-related stuff. Which brings me to this question: why are my medical reference books so darned heavy?!
I spent a little time on the floor shifting those things around, and--ouch!
If I go to sleep later--I might not--I think I'll put some photos in albums tomorrow. Today. Whatever it is.
I'm not sleepy at all. Maybe I'll do it now.
Everyone have a great night!
Bye!
11:33 p.m.
I have kept my silence for the last few days. Sorry, there just wasn't any news to share. There still isn't.
Am I just incredibly old school, or has it always been this complicated to get a job? I mean, I haven't really had that many jobs, relatively speaking. I tend to stick with a job for a long time; I was never a job-jumper.
I've had twelve jobs since 1975. Two of those were in High School, 1975-78. Then I got married and didn't work outside the home again until my baby started school in 1989. So, ten jobs between 1989 and 2010. I worked as a secretary at a construction company in 1989, then from 1990 to 1992 I worked in fashions at a Department store. I went from full to part time there when I went to work full time as an Optician in 1991. Also during the time I worked as an Optician in Wyoming, 1991-99, I worked two part-time jobs as well, so there's a total so far of five jobs right there. I moved to Denver and between 1999-2000 I worked as a Coding Assistant full time and as an Optician part time. From 2000-2006 I continued part time as an Optician and worked full time as a Surgery Scheduler/Insurance Verification Specialist, so that's another three jobs. I went back to school and worked part time at the college I attended until graduation in 2006. Then back to Optician work from 2006-2010.
So, all those jobs, and I have never gone through a three-part interview process. If I'm called back--IF--I will have to go fill out paperwork for a background check and take a drug screen. Eventually I may actually get to go to work!
I'm not saying there's anything wrong with this process. Healthcare is big business and confidentiality is crucial. Naturally anyone who will have access to health records needs to be scrutinized carefully. I'm simply frustrated because I really have no idea if I'm in the running or not. I want to think positively, but it's scary.
I long for the days when I spoke to one or two people one time, was told when to show up and everyone smiled and shook hands. This pretty much describes all my past job interview processes. I've actually had a drug screen once, and I had already started the job. That would have been the end of it had I failed, but drugs have never been a thing for me. I don't even like taking my required medications.
Which reminds me...
I wish the doctor hadn't added a medication, and I really wish it wasn't at night. Bedtime pills are amusing to me--what time is bedtime, when you're ME? Ha ha!
Okay, I am finished venting about the job hunting. What it all comes down to is that I am terrible at waiting. But I will just have to be patient and hope that everything works out.
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I bought a new bookcase the other day, and it's just sitting there staring at me, waiting for me to put it together. My arthritis has been giving me fits, so I know I'll get less than halfway through the screwdriver work before I have to give up. Still, I'm tempted to get it started, although it's after midnight.
In the meantime, I have been moving the books I want to put on it, and loading the other one with work-related stuff. Which brings me to this question: why are my medical reference books so darned heavy?!
I spent a little time on the floor shifting those things around, and--ouch!
If I go to sleep later--I might not--I think I'll put some photos in albums tomorrow. Today. Whatever it is.
I'm not sleepy at all. Maybe I'll do it now.
Everyone have a great night!
Bye!
Monday, March 3, 2014
March 3, 2014
9:31 a.m.
Well, here I am again, blogging. I haven't for a few days, because I really wanted to write about my job interviews and fears, etc.
I have been going through a process with a company I really want to work for, and they do it in stages. First I took a test to prove that I know what I'm doing. That's what I schooled for, what I tested for, what I got my certification for. Luckily, it paid off, because I was told I tested very well.
Next I had a phone interview. that apparently went well, too, because today I go in for a face to face interview.
Naturally, I got a zit right on the end of my nose. What the heck! So now I have a little red spot. Shoot!
What is it about me that I always have to get a zit when something important is coming up? I got one on my wedding day, for crying out loud. Picture days at school, graduation day. I'm over 50 and can still count on a zit when I want to look good. Dang!
Anyway, I have wanted and not wanted to write about this. Wanted to because it's a good way to vent and hopefully gain some positive vibes from my friends. Not wanted to because I'm scared of jinxing things by talking about them. Superstitious nonsense, I suppose, but what can I say? I want this job, and I'm nervous.
So...off I go, zit and all. Wish me luck, huh? Thanks!
9:31 a.m.
Well, here I am again, blogging. I haven't for a few days, because I really wanted to write about my job interviews and fears, etc.
I have been going through a process with a company I really want to work for, and they do it in stages. First I took a test to prove that I know what I'm doing. That's what I schooled for, what I tested for, what I got my certification for. Luckily, it paid off, because I was told I tested very well.
Next I had a phone interview. that apparently went well, too, because today I go in for a face to face interview.
Naturally, I got a zit right on the end of my nose. What the heck! So now I have a little red spot. Shoot!
What is it about me that I always have to get a zit when something important is coming up? I got one on my wedding day, for crying out loud. Picture days at school, graduation day. I'm over 50 and can still count on a zit when I want to look good. Dang!
Anyway, I have wanted and not wanted to write about this. Wanted to because it's a good way to vent and hopefully gain some positive vibes from my friends. Not wanted to because I'm scared of jinxing things by talking about them. Superstitious nonsense, I suppose, but what can I say? I want this job, and I'm nervous.
So...off I go, zit and all. Wish me luck, huh? Thanks!
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