Oh how I love fashion. I love fashion so much that I am addicted to Project Runway and What Not To Wear. I love it so much that I changed clothes 3 times before leaving for work this morning. I work with children it shouldn't be that complicated. Yet every morning no matter what the day or where I am going I hear these voices in my head asking me what would Clinton and Stacy think? Of course my shoes are always wrong therefore, I must have at least 60 pairs of shoes to choose from right? Does it count if I get them from payless on bogo? I cannot afford to dress the way I think I should according to Stacy and Clinton I have thought about going to rummage sales and filling my closet with the ugliest clothes I can find so I can be nominated for the show and get the $5000 shopping spree in New York. Can I just tell you that I don't care how childish I sound that would be a dream come true for me. To get to go to New York and spend that much money would be so cool. All those name brands that I only go to EBay and drool over cause I can't buy them there either.
Project Runway I discovered when my cousin was visiting me from another state and now record so as not to miss an episode. I wanted to become a fashion designer or buyer when I was growing up. I design jewelry in my house and sell it to people I already know. Does that count? I doubt it. I think perhaps it makes me a "wannabe". I believe that's what the kids would call it these days. I am of course entirely too old to be this in to fashion. I am a complete embarrassment to my children. And I cringe if someone in my family doesn't match. I have made people in my family change their clothes before we go out.
Oh stop it I hear you. I am not likely to change I refrain myself quite a bit. (sigh) If only there were more hours in the day so I could transform myself into the fashion diva I long to be. Nothing brings me more joy than my children and nothing brings me more entertainment than a good Nicholas Sparks book but nothing and I mean NOTHING delights me more when shopping than finding a good clearance sale. Oh how I love a bargain....
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
How To Turn A Crap Job Into a Job You Love!
How do you turn a crap job into a job you love you ask? Well here I would like to explain exactly what a crap job to me is. I work two days a week at a crap job so I have some experience. What makes this a crap job is purely and utterly ......me. There I said it. I know it I am the only one making myself miserable in this crap job. Or am I? I work ten hours a week in a dead end job where I work with teenagers half my age. You would think I could bring something to the table give them quips and words of wisdom from all my vast experiences. You would think they would take one look at the old lady working beside them and want to do a good job at work. You would think that since I have actually played cards with the boss that they would say to themselves "gee I probably shouldn't be on my facebook page while Im at work with the old lady she may tell the boss man." But NO and do you know why? Because that generation has no respect for their elders (of which I am one of) and no respect for a job well done and apparently we are raising an entire generation that has no idea how to clean anything. I mean come on I expect it from my kids and my husband even. Trash left on the counter, things left on the floor at home. But at work? You best be steppin baby cause the old lady is about to blow her stack.
You are at work you should work. There is plenty to be done and if you cannot find something to do go to the restroom and clean that cause it is lookin mighty rank. Oh and in case you missed the memo on your pay check wear your hat or a hair net. I don't want your hair in my food and neither does anyone else. I let it go the first time the next time I will ask you to put one or the other on your head or I will come back there and make my food myself and show my kids how a person is supposed to take pride in their work.
Ok enough ranting. That my friends is the description of a crap job as described by me. Now how to make your crap job less crappy.
1. Quit (if that is not an option as it isn't one for me either move to number 2)
2. Complain until you either get to quit or get fired. (that one isn't working for me either move to number 3)
3. Plan your take over. I work 2 days a week and have worked for 3 or 4 or 100 weeks now. It doesn't really matter. I have decided the only way to make it through this tragedy is to plan my slow but steady take over. By the time I have finished not only will they respect me and do what I tell them but they will fear me like they should. That place will run like a well oiled machine and I will have the satisfaction of knowing that even though I get paid in pennies I have made it a better place to work for all.
4. You don't want to take over you say? You don't long for hostile takeovers and have a need to reign terror over others? Hmm......Gosh....I guess you need to see number 1.
You are at work you should work. There is plenty to be done and if you cannot find something to do go to the restroom and clean that cause it is lookin mighty rank. Oh and in case you missed the memo on your pay check wear your hat or a hair net. I don't want your hair in my food and neither does anyone else. I let it go the first time the next time I will ask you to put one or the other on your head or I will come back there and make my food myself and show my kids how a person is supposed to take pride in their work.
Ok enough ranting. That my friends is the description of a crap job as described by me. Now how to make your crap job less crappy.
1. Quit (if that is not an option as it isn't one for me either move to number 2)
2. Complain until you either get to quit or get fired. (that one isn't working for me either move to number 3)
3. Plan your take over. I work 2 days a week and have worked for 3 or 4 or 100 weeks now. It doesn't really matter. I have decided the only way to make it through this tragedy is to plan my slow but steady take over. By the time I have finished not only will they respect me and do what I tell them but they will fear me like they should. That place will run like a well oiled machine and I will have the satisfaction of knowing that even though I get paid in pennies I have made it a better place to work for all.
4. You don't want to take over you say? You don't long for hostile takeovers and have a need to reign terror over others? Hmm......Gosh....I guess you need to see number 1.
Friday, July 25, 2008
But I Can Google With The Best Of Them!
As you may know I will re-enter the work force this year. I have been on a thirteen year hiatus for the most part with a few periods of work here and there. When my husband and I married we agreed that: A. We would have children, and B. I would stay home to raise them until they were all in school. This is the year they will all be in school. I'm scared! I tell my children that they need to plan for a career that does not involve "would you like fries with that?". I will be entering the fast food business. There aren't any fries involved or I would have to put my foot down.
I have worked hard for thirteen years. I just haven't gotten paid for it. Today's society expects that you will work and not stay home. I feel fortunate that I was given that opportunity. However, I can't help but worry how potential interviews could go. I watched the movie "Mad Money" with Diane Keaton recently and it got me to thinking about this quite a bit actually. If and when I would go on potential interviews I'm sure I would be asked depending upon the position of course about my computer skills I would have to be honest, I have helped type school reports for my children, I have my own blog, and I can Google with the best of them! I have no idea what excel looks like I don't know how to sell on eBay I only know how to buy and if I knew how to decorate this blog differently it would be WAY sassier. Here are my skills: I can cook a meal from a box very well, I can sew to an extent, I have been a caregiver for my family and my mother, I clean my house, do the laundry, shopping, mowing, decorating, I design jewelry, I run the "mom's taxi cab", and I am pretty good and planning a funeral. I have two associate degrees that qualify me for kissing boo boos and having garage sales. Which is pretty much what I have done for the past thirteen years. Oh and parties, I can plan a child's birthday party that will knock your socks off! Now what should I be when I grow up?
The age old question. Along with and where do you work? They always ask that don't they? You'll be in a Walmart or the mall and you will run into someone you went to school with or someone you just haven't seen in 10 to 20 years and they always want to know if they are better off than you are. And where are you working? I am standing there with three kids hanging off of me man this IS work. All of them are staying with me not running around not eating the candy in the check out lane just hanging with me while I try to get away from the question before it is asked and there it is. Because you know they have become a rocket scientist or a marine biologist or maybe a cardiovascular surgeon. I am happy for them. I am also happy for me because I got to stay home and get to know some of the greatest kids on the planet. I just wish people would say something like "That is great or It looks like you've done a good job!" Instead of the "Oh, I see".
So I will re-enter the work force this year and get a "real job" I may not be a rocket scientist, or a marine biologist but by golly I can Google with the best of them!
I have worked hard for thirteen years. I just haven't gotten paid for it. Today's society expects that you will work and not stay home. I feel fortunate that I was given that opportunity. However, I can't help but worry how potential interviews could go. I watched the movie "Mad Money" with Diane Keaton recently and it got me to thinking about this quite a bit actually. If and when I would go on potential interviews I'm sure I would be asked depending upon the position of course about my computer skills I would have to be honest, I have helped type school reports for my children, I have my own blog, and I can Google with the best of them! I have no idea what excel looks like I don't know how to sell on eBay I only know how to buy and if I knew how to decorate this blog differently it would be WAY sassier. Here are my skills: I can cook a meal from a box very well, I can sew to an extent, I have been a caregiver for my family and my mother, I clean my house, do the laundry, shopping, mowing, decorating, I design jewelry, I run the "mom's taxi cab", and I am pretty good and planning a funeral. I have two associate degrees that qualify me for kissing boo boos and having garage sales. Which is pretty much what I have done for the past thirteen years. Oh and parties, I can plan a child's birthday party that will knock your socks off! Now what should I be when I grow up?
The age old question. Along with and where do you work? They always ask that don't they? You'll be in a Walmart or the mall and you will run into someone you went to school with or someone you just haven't seen in 10 to 20 years and they always want to know if they are better off than you are. And where are you working? I am standing there with three kids hanging off of me man this IS work. All of them are staying with me not running around not eating the candy in the check out lane just hanging with me while I try to get away from the question before it is asked and there it is. Because you know they have become a rocket scientist or a marine biologist or maybe a cardiovascular surgeon. I am happy for them. I am also happy for me because I got to stay home and get to know some of the greatest kids on the planet. I just wish people would say something like "That is great or It looks like you've done a good job!" Instead of the "Oh, I see".
So I will re-enter the work force this year and get a "real job" I may not be a rocket scientist, or a marine biologist but by golly I can Google with the best of them!
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