In Other Words
Isn't is funny how we all have a way with words. Y'all have a way with words. Y'ouse guys have a way with words. When I first moved to the midwest from the Big Apple I was at times at a loss when I wasn't able to communicate with my fellow mates. I had asked someone in a local store where the soda was and they pointed me to club soda and said they have "pop" also. I thought for a moment. Pop? What on earth is pop! I then asked for a bag and they told me we only have "sacks". Beginning to get perplexed by the strange vernacular I became more curious. I was invited out for some sporting event and was told I could where my tennis shoes. I thought for a moment then explained that I didn't own a pair of tennis shoes but I did have a pair of sneakers. It made me laugh cuz I tried to think of the sport one might do with a pair of sneakers. You could be a super sneaker, sport sneaker, jr. olympic sneaker. Recently a friend and I were having a conversation many years later I mind you and we are in Costco. I said I'd go get the wagon and she chuckled and replied, "you mean "cart" right? No wagon, I replied and laughed again. In another conversation we were talking about registration renewal and tags were permits and plates were tags. Just the other day I asked for a regular cup of coffee and the clerk responded with, "Fresh Drip" okay?
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
In Other Words
Monday, June 23, 2003
I just learned by taking a simple IQ test I have the natural fluency of a writer and visual spatial strengths of an artist. Hmmm... I have always thought of myself as a creative writer and definitely an artist. I might be struggling at these two parts these days but I know that soon it will all make sense. My IQ 126. What is that supposed to mean? Average folk between 70-130. So I'm average? I'll need to do some research on this Intelligence Quotient stuff so that I'm better informed about my intellectual status.
I had my first call for an interview the other day and I was sooooo excited to actually feel like I might have a chance at the working world. The interview lasted a little bit over an hour and I really felt like it went well or perhaps I was delusional. I got home really expecting that I'd hear from the employment agency that sent me out to the jungle and nothing. The phone rang for the next two days every hour on the hour only to drive me to insanity as I waited for the one call, the one answer to my prayer that I actually qualified myself to someone. No luck. Then of course you go through all the justifications with WHY they may not have called and try to make sense of it all. Oh woe is me!
It's a new week. I'm on a different mission, as a matter of fact many missions. I'm feeling pretty focused and setting my trail ablaze reading a couple of good books along the way. If you're interested Seabiscuit by Laura Hillebrand and Running in Heels by Anna Maxted.
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
No More Excuses
Someday is not a day of the week. What up? I had a truly unproductive day yesterday even though I did help a friend produce a workout CD. I'm good at procrastinating and I need to get ungood at it. I'm meeting with resistance because I'm not good with resume writing. It is like nails scratching against a chalkboard. I would rather be pumping gas or ironing then writing and rewriting my resume. An those of you who know me know how I despise these tasks.
Thursday, June 05, 2003
Cooking with Gas
A funny little phrase a good friend of mine recently tossed at me. I take it to mean something like, "Now we're moving" we've got fire beneath us. I felt like I made some headway today. I managed to get another resume out and am making strides in my job search. The gas does need to get turned up though. I could be doing so much more and have lacked the ambition to do so. Not sure what I'm afraid of, maybe the dark? The dark world of unemployment...no callbacks, rejection, tough interviews. Heck, this is old hat stuff for me. I need to get going and put together the ammunition to send up the flares. I know I have what it takes and then some. There I go letting my vulnerability show through that tough skin.
Nothing wrong with being vulnerable. It builds character, one character at a time.
Spirituality and Cake
Is this supposed to be a kinda soul searching while having your cake and eat it too type of deal? I picked up this little two-bit phrase from my favorite show Sex in the City. I can say that I haven't done too much soul searching lately cuz getting down to the nitty gritty is too confrontational for my little ol' heart these days. You heard it hear...yes and from the queen of confrontation hez self.
I need to get back into finding out what's really going to "chime my clock", "tickle my fancy", "put a red shiny apple at my feet" kinda life. I was journaling for awhile before we moved down here and that got tossed by the wayside. Journaling always takes you to meet the unknown.
Cake..well I've been having my cake celebrating birthday's, anniversaries and any other celebratory event that comes my way. Funny cuz cake is not one of my favorite things to indulge in. Maybe it's a sign, a sorta spiritual sign that is trying to tell me that sweet things are coming my way. Something to think about, anyhow.
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
Another Day in Paradise
Yes, it was another glorious day here in sunny So. Cal. I awoke abruptly realizing that I had overslept 6:45 a.m. Correct. Oversleeping for me, as I'm usually up from 3 a.m. on any given day. It wasn't five minutes later that I was running my 2.5 on the threadmill, good breakfast, ready for class on time and off the two of us went. The day went rather quickly and I had moments that I felt productive and others that I felt like I was trudging through the day.
Thinking about work. How I miss it. Thinking about mid-life and how it muddles my mind. But then I look around and realize it's just another day in paradise. How lucky I am!