Open Your Door

Most people go through life never experiencing and living out what they were designed to do.  We may experience the joys of painting or writing or building things with our hands as a child,  and we get messages, that those are all fine and good, but… some day you’ll have to make a living.   Always the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” 

$$$$ Hence, the talents God planted inside you whether it was designing, or leading others or organization or looking at bugs under a microscope are put on a shelf in your soul’s closet as you pursue higher education that will result in a “career”. 

Children- The Ultimate Accesory!

In my most recent employment I have the  had opportunity to observe parents that can afford private education for their children.  However, the amount parents spend on their children doesn’t stop with tuition; in fact that is just one part of the huge industry dedicated to justifying how great a parent you can be.

Call me a cynic, but somehow I just don’t think a six year old needs an ipod with all their favorite songs already downloaded into it for their birthday.  I also don’t think that they need to be in morning care dropped off at 7:00 in the morning and enrolled in Tennis, Archery, Piano and every other extra-curricular program and after care program so Mom/Nanny doesn’t have to pick them up until closing time at 6:00.

Meals are ordered and delivered by a catering service (no lunch boxes here!)  If little junior or missy has a birthday party, forget about the standard cake and ice cream and balloons at home.  This is an EVENT!  Invitations will be sent and usually a “party planner” is involved.  Expectant moms because they are so busy now enlist a “shopper” to go to baby stores to make their list for them for the baby shower.  It’s just too much trouble!  These same moms  enroll their children as soon as they are born, even though the school does not take children until they are two. 

Let’s Get Dirty

    I realize that in my zeal to be prepared for every disease/disaster known to man, I have become a germaphobe. I have been accused (rightly so) of carrying everything but the proverbial kitchen sink in my purse just in case. You never know when you might need a band-aid, tweezers, a wet-wipe, floss, toothpaste, a sewing kit, and so on.  I have always been the one to have wet wipes to clean my hands after pumping gas to get the gas smell off my hands and of course who knows what else????

The path from my front door to the kitchen sink is well worn because it has been  non stop; as that is the first thing I do when I get home is to WASH MY HANDS!!!  I realize that a certain amount of hygiene is necessary and I admit it freaks me out like Seinfeld if I see waitstaff  come out   of a stall and  not wash their hands in the ladies room!  But I am calling a truce on myself.

Will Work for Food- My life as a Temp

Working as a temporary is as close to being a non person as one can get.  There are so many facets of being a temp in an office setting it boggles ones mind.  From the beginning when you register as a “temp” with an agency you  are given tests to ensure you won’t pick up a box weighing over 50 pounds or show up to work under the influence of illegal substances, divulge company secrets, engage in unprotected sex to the more mundane  typing and filing tests.   There is  also the point where you realize you are being interviewed by someone that is younger than your VCR and has had  way too much coffee for your 15 minute interview that your drove an hour to prepare for.  But then the day arrives, when Cindee from ABC staffing calls with an “Assignment!!!” and you go like a starving man to a feast.