This morning at the event I was working I asked a gentleman for his name and phone number at registration and he responded by saying:
"Are you trying to sell me something already?"
And this was the BEST part of my day . . .
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
TSD
Hello Friends. I promised to do better and post consistently so here I am. Tired, sweaty (yes the temp is still hovering around my goal weight) and discouraged. A job lead that looked good dried up this morning. I then spent 9 hours at an event, followed by an hour drive home, followed by more work on my laptop at my coffee table. I will be up at 6 a.m. tomorrow for pretty much the same day.
I was thinking about you all on the drive home and worrying that I might be whining too much. I apologize if that's how I'm coming off; it's certainly not my intent. I just can't help but believe that other people continue to be in my shoes; looking for a job they can do well and really get behind. And what I've found out in the last month is that one out of two doesn't cut it, no matter what the current economic situation.
So I will continue to keep blogging about my current job, my search for a new one and the quest for two out of two. I will try not to whine, but I can't promise I won't continue to suffer from "TSD" (tired, sweaty and discouraged), a condition brought on by Summer 2010 in Pennsylvania and the continuing search for a two-for-two job.
I was thinking about you all on the drive home and worrying that I might be whining too much. I apologize if that's how I'm coming off; it's certainly not my intent. I just can't help but believe that other people continue to be in my shoes; looking for a job they can do well and really get behind. And what I've found out in the last month is that one out of two doesn't cut it, no matter what the current economic situation.
So I will continue to keep blogging about my current job, my search for a new one and the quest for two out of two. I will try not to whine, but I can't promise I won't continue to suffer from "TSD" (tired, sweaty and discouraged), a condition brought on by Summer 2010 in Pennsylvania and the continuing search for a two-for-two job.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Lazy, Hot and Humid
Today it was 104 on our thermometer in the back yard.
That's my goal weight . . .
That's my goal weight . . .
Monday, July 5, 2010
Don't Job Search After You Eat Or You Will Get Cramps
I have been coming to the New Jersey shore long before Snooki or the Situation. Truth be told, I am old enough to be Snooki's mother and at my Jersey shore a "situation" means your monthly visitor came early and you have to go to the drugstore for supplies. (Sorry male readers)
We've stayed in the same hotel since before I drove and used to come with family. We are not really shore pool people; why would you go to the hotel pool when you can sit and watch the ocean and fight for your tiny corner of the "public" beach? But today, it was so hot, I wanted to stay close to my air-conditioned room so I visited the hotel pool.
It was not crowded at all and as I swam around in the pool I realized I'd been swimming in this same pool for over 30 years! I survived high school, graduated, joined the work force (7 jobs and counting), dated, got married, bought a house, lost loved ones, made lifelong friends, learned to walk again after a bad ankle injury (long story), did a 3-year long job search and here I am. Almost back to 30 years ago when I wondered what my adult life would be like.
Like it or lump it, face it or deny it, work is a big part of our lives. And when this piece is out of kilter, at least for me, the rest of my life is out of whack. And if you've been reading this blog for awhile, you know it's been out of whack for a long time now.
Yes, I got a job a month ago. But I know it's not the job for me. I have money coming in, for which I am soooooooo grateful, but I am so unhappy and so disappointed I can't even tell you. Three years of hard work, blood, sweat and tears, literally, and I land a job I knew from Day 1 was a mistake. Hard to swallow friends.
If I return to this pool in a few months or next year, will I still be out of whack? I barely remember that teenage girl who swam in that pool all those years ago, but I know she had hopes and dreams for her life. And they didn't include being in a job she didn't like. I've got to make it right for her and for me.
Everybody out of the pool . . . and back onto monster.com . . .
We've stayed in the same hotel since before I drove and used to come with family. We are not really shore pool people; why would you go to the hotel pool when you can sit and watch the ocean and fight for your tiny corner of the "public" beach? But today, it was so hot, I wanted to stay close to my air-conditioned room so I visited the hotel pool.
It was not crowded at all and as I swam around in the pool I realized I'd been swimming in this same pool for over 30 years! I survived high school, graduated, joined the work force (7 jobs and counting), dated, got married, bought a house, lost loved ones, made lifelong friends, learned to walk again after a bad ankle injury (long story), did a 3-year long job search and here I am. Almost back to 30 years ago when I wondered what my adult life would be like.
Like it or lump it, face it or deny it, work is a big part of our lives. And when this piece is out of kilter, at least for me, the rest of my life is out of whack. And if you've been reading this blog for awhile, you know it's been out of whack for a long time now.
Yes, I got a job a month ago. But I know it's not the job for me. I have money coming in, for which I am soooooooo grateful, but I am so unhappy and so disappointed I can't even tell you. Three years of hard work, blood, sweat and tears, literally, and I land a job I knew from Day 1 was a mistake. Hard to swallow friends.
If I return to this pool in a few months or next year, will I still be out of whack? I barely remember that teenage girl who swam in that pool all those years ago, but I know she had hopes and dreams for her life. And they didn't include being in a job she didn't like. I've got to make it right for her and for me.
Everybody out of the pool . . . and back onto monster.com . . .
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Happy Birthday America!
As I've mentioned in previous blog entries, I love this country and I love that its birthplace is right down the road from my home.My new company is headquartered in Florida. I was given a laptop for work, and for security and bookkeeping purposes, every laptop issued has a number.
My laptop's number is "1776" and I am based in Philadelphia for a company whose home base is Florida.
I love it. And I love this country.
Happy Birthday America!!!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N
I knew that when I got the new job and started immediately, with only 5 days between the offer acceptance and my start date, that I was returning to the work force in a rocket ship. But I don't think I realized the impact of that on me until today.
Today I read a book which I haven't done for weeks.
Today I walked three miles which I haven't done for two months after doing it five or six days a week for years.
Today I took a nap on the beach and I don't nap.
Wednesday I am back on the road for work.
Tomorrow I am back on the sand for me.
Today I read a book which I haven't done for weeks.
Today I walked three miles which I haven't done for two months after doing it five or six days a week for years.
Today I took a nap on the beach and I don't nap.
Wednesday I am back on the road for work.
Tomorrow I am back on the sand for me.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Sing Like No One Is Listening . . . Except Your Mom
I am SO SORRY I haven't written in a few days. It's unacceptable to me and I apologize. This new job has taken over my life and I am struggling to not only stay afloat, but awake! I follow blogs myself and it aggravates me when they are not updated.
Today my Mom and I drove to the New Jersey shore. Lately I listen to sports talk radio when I'm in the car but today I turned on some tunes. We've travelled to the shore together for over 25 years. My Mom has survived 80's music and even though she was raised a city girl, she found a love of Garth Brooks and Tim McGraw as it subconsciously seeped into her psyche.
As we were listening to the radio on our drive, I began to sing. I didn't notice it for awhile but then I realized I was singing and that my voice sounded foreign to me. I would ALWAYS sing in the car, since the moment they handed me my junior license. For it to be strange to hear my own voice saddened me in that I had lost something I did so naturally and so joyfully.
"Friends in Low Places" came on as we were driving over the bridge to take us to our favorite shore spot. And we rolled down the windows, breathed in the sweet salt air, heard the waves of the bay, I gave thanks that two of my friends in low places were right with me in the front seat of the car -- my Mom and my vocal stylings.
Hold on to your friends in low places and the things that give you joy. They'll chase your blues away. Garth and I guarantee it.
Today my Mom and I drove to the New Jersey shore. Lately I listen to sports talk radio when I'm in the car but today I turned on some tunes. We've travelled to the shore together for over 25 years. My Mom has survived 80's music and even though she was raised a city girl, she found a love of Garth Brooks and Tim McGraw as it subconsciously seeped into her psyche.
As we were listening to the radio on our drive, I began to sing. I didn't notice it for awhile but then I realized I was singing and that my voice sounded foreign to me. I would ALWAYS sing in the car, since the moment they handed me my junior license. For it to be strange to hear my own voice saddened me in that I had lost something I did so naturally and so joyfully.
"Friends in Low Places" came on as we were driving over the bridge to take us to our favorite shore spot. And we rolled down the windows, breathed in the sweet salt air, heard the waves of the bay, I gave thanks that two of my friends in low places were right with me in the front seat of the car -- my Mom and my vocal stylings.
Hold on to your friends in low places and the things that give you joy. They'll chase your blues away. Garth and I guarantee it.
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