So, I decided to have a couple of drinks last night. I wasn’t terribly drunk, but I was feeling good. Bonnie and I were listening to The Beatles, who we both love. I thought I’d share this amusing exchange:
Lottie: Which movie did they sing Help in?
Lottie: Uh huh.
Bonnie: The name of the movie is Help.
Lottie: [cracks up laughing like a total dork] See, you can’t talk to me about these things while I’m doing this. [motions to glass of Jameson on the rocks]
OK, so maybe you had to be there.
Anyway, the song has been playing in my head all day, and it occurred to me how perfectly appropriate it actually is right now. So it is with deep love and gratitude that I dedicate this song to my best girlfriend and sister of my heart.
Since my layoff and relocation to Minnesota, the current recession and my need to find work are constantly at the front of my mind.
Bonnie sent me an article this morning. We were discussing last week how I shouldn’t be discouraged by hiring freezes. Just for example, the department where Bonnie works is currently running so lean that if a single position is vacated for whatever reason, it absolutely must be filled.
This, and other varying circumstances, allow companies to hire new employees even during a recession. The following linked article seems to support this. It was very encouraging to me, and I hope it will be useful to others.
Six myths of job-hunting in a recession are listed below. Please refer to the article at Yahoo! hotjobs for details and explanations of each.
- Myth 1: No one is hiring.
- Myth 2: The internet is the best place to find jobs.
- Myth 3: Searching companies in hiring freezes is a waste of time.
- Myth 4: Expect a salary cut.
- Myth 5: Companies are not interested in hiring people over age 55.
- Myth 6: Experience and advanced degrees guarantee a job.
The theme song from The Mary Tyler Moore Show —inextricably linked to Minneapolis— just came to mind. I seem to have a song for everything, don’t I?
Love Is All Around
by Paul Williams
Love is all around, no need to waste it
You can have a town, why don’t you take it
You’re gonna make it after all
Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2009 Rambling On
Yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised by a nomination to receive the Butterfly Award. This honor was granted to me by Heidi, author of Southpaugh Homeschool, who has been a source of encouragement to me for the past couple of months. I consider it an honor to receive this award from her:
By accepting this award, I agreed to the following:
1. Put the logo on your blog
2. Add a link to the person who awarded you
3. Nominate 10 blogs that you follow
4. Add links to those blogs
5. Leave a message to those nominees on their blog
First, a couple of things:
No one on this list should feel obligated to accept the award. Choosing not to accept or even not to respond to this post will absolutely not cause hard feelings on my part. By composing the list, I am simply acknowledging a few people whose blogs make me smile, encourage or inspire me or otherwise bring me pleasure. Thank you for your contributions and your thoughtfulness!
If you are not on the list, it’s not because I don’t appreciate you. It’s probably because you got one last time, so stop your whinging. ::wink::
Now, without further ado, I would like to offer the Butterfly Award to:
My Crazy Life would have definitely made the list, but since it’s Heidi’s other blog, it seemed redundant to give the award right back to her.
Thank you again, Heidi, for thinking of me and for all your encouragement!
Posted by Lottie — Copyright © 2008 Rambling On
To the person who said this:
I have always kept my posts light. Not consciously, more because this blog is for me, even if others do read it. I want to inspire myself. I know about the hard stuff so I tend to keep it to a level I am willing others to have knowledge of. […]
[… I am] not really good at taking advice. Mostly I listen politely then do whatever the hell I decide anyway. I have only a very few close people I let knee me in the back until I listen, so please don’t get offended with I do not take your well ment advice to heart. I only let my whole self show with a few people and if you know only a portion of it you generally will not know me well enough to give me the advice I need anyway, since it takes someone adept at seeing me to accurately access my behavior and approach this wolf in a way that doesn’t result in a baring of teeth.
A few things:
I grew up listening to The Beatles. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know their music or their names. My mother would play them on 45 rpm records while we were home. When were out in the car, we listened to them on 8-track tapes. I remember singing along with The Beatles when I was small enough that I could stand up on the front seat of my dad’s 1969 Mustang.
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah…
She was just seventeen, and you know what I mean…
Man, that takes me back.
The Beatles were fun and exciting. In the midst of a rather turbulent childhood, they were a constant reminder that there were other ways of thinking and being and other places to go in the world. Even after all these years, their music makes me happy and upbeat. It is utterly timeless.
I’m not really sure what the purpose of this post is. I’ve been listening to The Beatles and John Lennon’s solo music for the past couple of days, so I guess that’s where my mind is right now.
Browsing through YouTube, I did come across a great song that made me think of my small circle of blogging friends; those who have been supportive and encouraging through some stressful and difficult times (even when they didn’t realize it). In closing, I dedicate this song to them. I’m sure they know who they are (that includes you, Honey).
For our Idiosyncratica challenge this month, Mike suggested we write a drabble, which is a short story written in exactly 100 words. I was terrified at first, but it turned out to be quite fun.
So, I will now introduce my very first drabble entitled, Lost: One Best Friend:
Julz asked me why I stayed. Why would she accuse me this way? I might not have known she was blaming me. It almost sounded like she cared; like she loved me. Good thing They told me about this.
All these years I thought Julz was on my side. She made a good show of it, for sure. Now I know she blames me. That’s not love.
But where will I go now? Julz was I all had. But They care! They’re the ones who warned me about people like Julz.
What’s that new sign in their window?
This has been a really rough week and my emotions have been all over the place. I honestly don’t know what I would have done without the ongoing support of my wonderful husband, Michael.
No matter what’s going on or how difficult things are, I know I can always count on him for whatever I need. When I cry, he not only wipes my tears, he cries with me. When I’m frightened or anxious, he comforts and sooths me. When I’m excited he jumps up and down with me. When I’m proud or feeling a sense of accomplishment, he smiles and says he never had any doubt.
He patiently listens to me ramble on, and then responds in a way that lets me know he was listening to every word. He treats me with kindness and compassion. He reminds me that no matter what is going around around us, we are OK.
Thank you, Michael, for all the extra support this past week. I know it’s been difficult, and you’ve been just wonderful. You are my rock and my shelter in the storm. I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
I love you with all my heart!
Gary, my friend and fellow blogger, recently had the idea to start a blog ring/group for writers and readers of fiction. The name of the group is Idiosyncratica, and you can find links to all the members in my menu.
Although I’m more of a reader than a writer, this has rekindled a long-neglected desire to write fiction and I have to admit, it’s somewhat frightening.