Dog Days and such…

June 20, 2019

Dog days are fast approaching and it brings to mind the saying, “Lying like a dog.” In the South we mean it in a way that doesn’t coincide with  sleeping / resting on the floor, porch, or any other habitation. As in , “He/She/They …are lying like a dog (dawg if you are from these parts). Makes no sense to me. Dogs are anything but liars. You know where you stand with them the first time you meet them. That’s what I like about them. They don’t hide who they are. 

Welcome Dog Days 2019. I just may “lie” around under my shady patio with a fan and lemonade .

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In my young years right out of high school my goal was to work in an office. The only person who worked in an office in my family was an aunt who had secured a government job after a stint in the armed forces. She had a car, her own place, nice clothes and I looked at her as having a lot. I took typing in high school but the teacher wasn’t very good and during tests I was able to look at my fingers. When I graduated I realized I needed to REALLY know the keyboard so my mother bought me a little manual typewriter. She would’ve bought me an electric but I told her that the manual would let me type faster when I did switch to electric as the touch would be lighter.  I was a fast learner and soon I was skilled in the art. Applying for jobs was easy enough. The reality was, however, I had no experience. I remember feeling awkward on timed tests. At one place I knew I had failed even before I completed the assigned letter. My heart beat fast and my fingers fumbled on the smooth keyboard,my mind racing with thoughts of knowing it was a done deal. I handed in the paper and left knowing that I would not be getting a call. 

One job interview stands out. When the man read over my qualifications he asked me if he could give me some advice. I said yes. He told me that a woman who had applied had a lot of experience in that type of job and that it would get her hired, whereas I  had none. I do not recall the conversation verbatim, but I know he was telling me to get experience (or maybe go to school). I thanked him and left. 

Today while watching a Youtube  on encouragement of your dreams the interview entered my mind. Mentorship is a popular word and yet…I had none. There was an opportunity there for me to have had maybe a part time job. To learn and grow. Another memory that just came to mind was when I called a place rather than drive to see if they were hiring. The lady that answered told me that they had just hired a young woman who was doing very well . I wonder if they had given her a chance with no experience? I’ll never know. One thing I do know is that mentorship is a hollow word unless it is backed up by action. Guess times changed. Years later I found a job and since that time I gained my experience. Thanks DC. You gave me my real start.

 

Although married, I have a new title in front of my name: Miss. For simplicity I’ll refer to myself as Miss Sweetie. Everyday at my employment the majority of folks refer to me in this manner. Sometimes it is sincere and sometimes not, fluctuating depending on the person and situation. Today was frustrating. Internet wasn’t wanting to cooperate and the IT people were gung ho in the a.m. vowing to get my station up and running.  2:59 p.m.  back from a late lunch, it was clear it was a bust. The part which brings me to my point of the post…the young coworker had them attentively cooing over her when I walked in. The one guy was sitting right next to her while she did her work much like a father protecting his daughter. The other one was busy on the phone telling his conversation to the listener while I received the report from my supervisor that nothing was working that she had tried. Miss Sweetie was out of luck. All day long the IT guys worked and discussed and worked and discussed and …for the entire day I sat. Doing nothing. Amazingly they were able to get young miss her needed connection and off she went happily typing .  I do not begrudge her. She, should she reach my age, will feel the same thing most likely: You are all, if not totally, INVISIBLE among males and females. Patronized and given attention only if absolutely necessary and usually at the tail end  of everyone else who is younger. Can’t prove it, but the pattern is there. Men are just like that. I do not know any other way to say it. No, I don’t hate men, but I sure do get weary of having to wait my turn, because it is now every time. 

Remember, should you live, you too will someday reach “old”.

A precarious place to be in this time.

 

 

For all to see…

March 1, 2019

More than a word…

February 16, 2019

Hatred and Jealousy…

January 25, 2019

Are but inverted compliments.

Merry Christmas

December 24, 2018

The above says it all.

Nearing Christmas…

December 19, 2018

Six days and the big day will be here. My shopping is done, presents yet to be wrapped, duck still in the freezer. All in good time, alllll in good time. Still have holly to hang and stockings to decorate thanks to one of my sons who came in with the Hobby Lobby bag exclaiming he had gotten into the mood for about three hours and then wasn’t. 🙄. Knowing I like art he gifted me with the project. The boxed fudge is waiting patiently for its debut to Christmas festivities and the best thing is I am not hurried or worried. That my friends, is the secret to enjoying the Christmas holiday.

Faceless Shopping…

December 13, 2018

Is so much nicer when living in an area where the inhabitants are clearly not happy. Perhaps it’s me they dislike. Perhaps they dislike themselves. Perhaps I should coddle and love on them, stroking their egos and gushing over their taking my money while sullenly looking right through me with eyes that hold untold truths about them and me. Perhaps online shopping was made especially for this era. 

Customer Service is two words that translates into one: Gone.