Sister Rain, M.D. (Mess Doctor)

I have returned to helping my friend organize her house. She has some friends who are interested in my service so she's let them know that my shingle is officially hung out.

I still am pursuing my career in Meeting & Event Planning/Marketing Communications but I can do the organizing until I return to that world and if possible, after. I seem to have a knack for de-cluttering and organizing (if I do say so myself and it looks like I just did).

It's not what I planned for myself or ever really imagined, but when life hands you lemons, make lemonade. And when life hands you clutter, buy some trash bags and give me a call. Even you Snoopy.

Inspiration In A Coffee Cup Sleeve

I LOVE COFFEE!!! Plain old coffee with a little cream and one Sweet'N Low is my daily drink but occasionally I love a treat of a Cafe Mocha or a Frappuccino.

For some reason, my husband and I just can't make decent coffee at home. We've tried using bottled water, we've tried different combinations of water and coffee and we just never get it right. This afternoon I was home and cold and felt like a cup of coffee so I tried to make a pot and it was a disaster.

The closest Starbucks is 10 miles from my home but we have a local coffee shop about 4 miles away. I love its atmosphere. There are always people there on their laptops and having business meetings. They're all "hip" and sometimes young (sigh) and stylish. They are who I want to be (the young part might be a challenge) and sitting there people-watching inspires me to be creative, to continue the fight to return to my career.

People scoff at a $4 cup of coffee and most days I'll agree it's crazy. But today $4 got me a Cafe Mocha. With a dollop of whipped cream and inspiration on top.


(Don't you love the word "dollop"?)

Meow? Woof?

Hello Friends. I'm sorry I haven't posted regularly lately. I don't want to post just for the sake of posting, but I also make a conscious effort to write everyday. The problem is, there's not much been going on in my Job Search World the last few weeks. Obviously, this is a bigger problem than not having something to write about.

I'm doing the job search now and have found a few jobs. One is with a company that is in my top 3 companies I'd like to work for so I'm going to go after it with passion and professional aggression. Grrrrrrrrrrr!!!

The question is, how do I approach this? I've tried sending my resume and cover letter directly to the HR person if I can determine who that is. I've tried dropping off my information in person. I've even mailed my cover letter and resume in via U.S. mail! Anything to set me apart.

Growling sure would set me apart but probably not the way I'd like . . .

It's That Time Of The Season

I am a huge Philadelphia Phillies fan and they lost to the San Francisco Giants last night in Game 1 of a best-of-7 series. I am feeling down today, tired and achy. And bloated. And let's not forget irritable.

It's not PMS, but PSM.

I am a Post Season Mess.

SPF And DNA

I have been going to the same hair stylist since I was 16. I got a hair cut today and when I went into the salon, my hair stylist asked me what was new with the job search. I gave her the quick update which wasn't hard since there is no update.

Another girl shampooed my hair while my stylist finished with her customer before me. I had never seen this woman before but as she was laying me back into the sink she said, "I heard what you said so I realize this might not be relevant right now, but I'm an aesthetician here and if you ever want a facial or have any skin concerns I am here."

I just got back from the New Jersey shore a few days ago and the weather was so nice I was able to go to the beach. One look at me and it's clear I think SPF stands for Sun Per Foot. Don't judge me, my Tanorexia is hereditary; my Mom is Tanorexic.*

Being unemployed has nothing to do with me not going to an aesthetician. DNA does.



* As much as I enjoy the sun, I don't fake tan and find the orange Oompa Loompa look highly ridiculous. Rest assured in the coming winter months I will return to my natural pasty, Pennsylvania white.

Crunch Time

When I was waking up this morning, in that land between sleep and awake, I realized that my abs were really hurting. In my drowsy state, I thought how glad I was that I could feel that pain because it must mean my working out was really paying off.

Then I fully woke up and realized I had not worked out for months. Unless you count coughing so hard your internal organs are shaken around like the faux flakes in a snow globe.

Apparently my abs do.

The Only Similarity Is That We're Both Women?

I am still fighting this cold that arrived 8 days ago. Let's just say that I am not at the top of the podium in the winner's circle in this battle.

I am not feeling like myself which leads to the question:

If I can't feel like myself why can't I feel like Jennifer Aniston?

Instead, I am a jobless, congested, gravelling voiced version of myself. Who will NOT be appearing in GC anytime soon. Or never.