Awards are pleasant things, and are given for many things, including to adults for perfect attendance, as I found out recently. Being awarded something is a pleasant and exciting concept. It intrigued me enough that I was willing to waste some time on it with Google. I wanted to know when the first award was awarded.
Annoying myself should not be my main goal, despite the title of this post, which is already raising my blood pressure, thinking about the self-imposed challenge of going for thirty days without getting annoyed.
I realized this morning that I get annoyed on the average of every five minutes while driving the surface streets. If I hit the freeway at a quiet time, that’s no sweat. The idea of this challenge came to me when I found myself dawdling behind an Echo, which was driving at approximately the speed that an iceberg melts, and I swung over to change lanes and pass it.
In pursuit of my ongoing quest to ‘get rid of things’, I came across, once again, one of my favorite shirts. It is camp style, with nice pockets. It is made of linen, so that when you wear it you are suddenly transported to Gatsby’s backyard, if it could be called that, instead of perhaps the lower forty, where you are having afternoon Bloody Marys in your tennis whites. Except my shirt is beige. Which is where my life diverges from Daisy’s in more than one way; she only wore dresses, and she would never buy anything in a color simply because it ‘goes with almost anything’, the reason I own so much black.
I have modified this post about the ‘face off’ between Karen Anijar-Appleton and I within certain parameters; removing the fathead, but keeping the meat. I’m sorry, I am constitutionally incapable of writing this post without joking. At the end of it is my final letter to Ms. Anijar-Appleton’s attorney. It was an interesting and informative journey, and in it lies a lesson for the rest of us.
I was doing further research on the interesting subject of the First Amendment to the Constitution, when I came upon another piece of information that I found disturbing. On a link I found on KeyWiki was the discovery that Karen Anijar-Appleton signed a statement in support of Bill Ayers. The name sounded familiar, so I researched further. Seems this gent was one of the leaders of the Weather Underground, a terrorist organization, an offshoot of the SDS, formed in 1969.
Being a field interviewer certainly isn’t for everyone. The Research Triangle Institute, and in particular my supervisor, Katy Vuncannon, had agendas that only God will eventually know. I’m sure there is someone who knows the agenda over there, but they ain’t talking!
Earlier this week, on my radio show ‘A Woman’s Guide To Everything’ on Blog Talk Radio, I featured a former Pan Am colleague, and Gidget look-a-alike, Betsy Quiroz. She has had to live with severe migraines for many years, and is very knowledgeable about them. The show can be found in the archives on the website under the name of the show. Everyone can be affected by migraines, including children.
This topic seems like a no-brainer to me, but perhaps I am being ingenuous. Judging by the reactions and performance of employees who continue to work for a company after it is taken over by another company, I probably am naive in assuming you accept, adjust, and advance, as I wrote about in another post. Accepting, adjusting, and advancing seem like such brilliant ideas to get along better in the world, if indeed you wish to do such things, but I guess the ideas bear repeating for those people who are embittered, or at a loss as to how to deal with unexpected circumstances such as a new boss.
Dear Red States:
We’re ticked off at the way you’ve treated California and we’ve decided we’re leaving.
We intend to form our own country and we’re taking the other Blue States with us.
In case you aren’t aware that includes Hawaii, Oregon, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois and all the Northeast.
We believe this split will be beneficial to the nation and especially to the people of the new country of New California.
A chair is still a chair, a kiss is just a kiss, but a handshake says a lot about you. Women may think these time-honored traditions for men are not germane to their lives. They would be wrong.
Most women play some part in the smooth functioning of the business world. Even if they are full time homemakers, they meet professionals, or business acquaintances of some type, all the time. Not every occasion calls for a handshake, but when it does, they should be ready with the proper ‘grasp’, so to speak, of the situation.
Becoming employable, and remaining so after fifty, is no mean trick. It means changing with the times and having an online presence through social networking. Potential employers know they can’t pull the wool over our eyes, and we are less likely to put up with poor treatment. We’ve been there and done that, usually more than once. We have world views that, while not necessarily set in stone, are more rock solid in form, than idealistically fluid, if you follow my drift.
Despite these drawbacks in the eyes of employers, many people after the age of fifty want to become employable, or have to be employed again. I am one of those, though I am doing my level best to be employed in a profession with a future, and not just have a job. I’ve had jobs my entire life, and while my favorite might have been considered a career, that of a flight attendant, it obviously didn’t have a future, as my airline has been defunct for twenty years. So, I went back to school for my master’s and am now up-to-date in my education. According to AARP this is not enough, for several reasons. Continue reading