Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Thanksgiving Eve

The Husband just announced, "We're having Chinese for dinner so we're hungry by tomorrow!"

Sunday, November 20, 2016

One small step for Roses, one giant leap for Future Roses

The class assignment is to pick one of four chapters in the Corporate Communications textbook and thoroughly answer all the questions at the end of the chapter.

My goal for today was to simply skim the 4 chapters and decide which one had the easiest questions to answer.
Baby steps, you know. First get to know the questions, then let the questions roll around in my head, then compose the answers another day.

I found the chapter I wanted to work on (Technology Processes) and reviewed the questions.  Pretty simple questions, but there were some terms I wasn't familiar with, so I skimmed the text to find them and highlighted them to make them easier to find later.

In the process of looking for those terms, I got an idea for one of the answers and pencilled it in the margin.  Ran out of room in the margin, so I fetched a spiral notebook and jotted down more detailed notes.

Since I had the notebook open and the notes started, I figured I'd go ahead and outline the rest of the questions.  You know, as long as I had momentum going, might as well give myself a head start on the next step, right?

Long story long, I ended up reading the whole chapter (a full week before we'll review it in class) and composed all the answers in the notebook.

Aside from typing it, this assignment is done.


Future Roses is gonna LOVE my ass. :-)

Monday, November 14, 2016


While plucking burrs off my jacket, microscopic bits of sharp, clingy debris fluttered into my bra.

Not cool, Mother Nature.
NOT cool.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Off Target

I bump into a classmate on the other side of campus.

Me: Hey, I saw you at work earlier this week, but you looked busy so I didn't say anything.

She: (blank look) At work?

Me: You work at Target, right?

She: Oh, you're thinking of the other girl in class.  I did work at Target once, though.

Me: Once, but not Monday?

She: Right.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Vocational choices and job security

Younger Son is on a path to a PHD in psychology.
Elder Son is on a path to video production.

On the surface, one would think Younger Son has the better career path.
But who knows?

Three of my four siblings had stable union jobs in the auto industry with pensions and Insurance while the Husband and I scraped by in radio broadcasting.
When the economy crashed in 2008, suddenly the Husband and I were the only ones who weren't worried about losing our jobs or being forced to move across the country to keep our jobs.

So, what if the Husband or I had chosen "real jobs" like my siblings?  Sacrificing what we wanted to do for what seemed like a more secure, better-paying job wouldn't have lasted.
We'd have ended up with unsatisfactory jobs and no security anyway. Why not just do the thing that brings you joy?

I believe a person should follow their dreams and passions when it comes to employment.
You just never know how it's going to shake out.

Wednesday, November 09, 2016

Happy Pills

I'm at the pharmacy to pick up a handful of prescription drugs to hold me over until my mail-order medication arrives.  That's right.  I had forgotten to call in a refill until the day I had taken the last pill.  Life happened.  So here I am begging my pharmacist to "help me out" and give me "a fix" for just a few days.
It just so happens that I know the pharmacist well enough to know he's got a fabulous dry sense of humor, and he knows me well enough to know I'm as silly as a cartoon.

It's late, there's no one in the store aside from the pharmacist (He), his assistant (She), and me (Me).

He:  You can take a seat while I fill this out for you.
Me:  (leaning on the service counter)  No.  I'm gonna wait right here.  AND I'm gonna make a scene.

The assistant laughs.
Time passes; no scene is made.

When my prescription is ready, the assistant rings it up and I give her money.  The pharmacist invites me to the Consultation Area (designed for privacy so a customer can ask the pharmacist questions discreetly).  Our entire very private conversation goes like this:

He:  Here are your pills.  There are ten in the bottle.  Any questions?
Me:  No.
He:  Okay.
And he puts the bottle in a little bag and pushes it across the counter to me.

This is when the assistant calls to me.  Apparently, we had skipped a step during the payment process.

She:  Oh, Roses!  Can I get your signature?
Me: (clutching the little pharmacy bag)  No!  I got what I came for!  You get nothing!  Mwah-ha-ha!
He:  Okay.  Now you're making a scene.


Saturday, November 05, 2016

2016-1105 Dear Roses, today you felt great!

*just for me, to note the date*

I felt insanely good today.
It's been almost a full year since I started taking daily iodine supplements to complement my thyroid replacement medication.
And today I felt so good, I honestly don't know how I functioned feeling the way I felt before.

Before, it was a chore to finish a load of laundry (wash, dry, and fold) in one day.
Today, I finished three loads, completed two school assignments, washed the dishes and went to a movie with The Husband,

Granted, two days ago I felt about as sad and depressed as I ever felt and seriously considered putting school on hold because "what's the point no one's going to hire me I'm too old to be good for anything anyway".
Two days ago.

But today I felt great.
I even updated my LinkedIn profile and reached out to connect with two professionals I met this past week who might be good employment network connections.

This time last year, bad days were the norm.
Today, bad days feel odd.

So, dear Roses, today you felt insanely great.
There is hope.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Putting up the storm windows

The Husband recruited Elder Son to help put up the storm windows this year.

Me:  I feel better when there are two of you out there working with those heavy windows.

He:  Only one of us can go up the ladder, you know.

Me:  I know.  It just makes me feel better that you have help.

He:  Hey, the first ten years we lived here, I did it all by myself!

Me:  Then first ten years we lived here, the guy who went up the ladder was 40-something.

Yes, a good burn.
But I helped wash the windows because I felt so bad.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Just angry. You don't have to read this.

It is 5:40am.  I am fπcking p!sssed at the world, but I'm too fπcking tired to make it interesting.

A bad customer service encounter yesterday started it. The inability to do a damned thing about it perpetuated it. Being woken up unnecessarily at 3 fπcking 30 in the morning is infuriating.
Today is a special day I'm allowed to sleep in, but I can't fall back asleep because I'm so angry.

I hope you have an okay day.
Mine hasn't even started and it's already fπcked.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Meat Counter

While the Husband and I were shopping at the natural foods store, he took special interest in the meat display.   He picked up a package of something, showed it to me, and said something along the lines of, "Look at this."

A voice behind us said, "All the beef products are excellent!"

I turned to find a male employee behind the produce counter arranging fresh greens into small plastic cups for sampling.

When we made eye contact, the employee continued, "The chicken is really good, too."

The longer we stood by the meat display, the more the employee offered remarks about the high quality of the meat selection.

With a wink to the employee, I said to the Husband, "I don't know how much faith we should put in the opinion of the man making the tiny salads."

"These are good, too!"