When I was growing up, there was a running joke about home sales ladies. They sold makeup (Avon vs. Mary Kay) and Tupperware. Women would kick the men out of the house for the night, have chicken salad in phyllo cups and some stale cookies, and apply frosted blue eyeshadow around the dining room table. There were a few rebels, like one of my best friends. She’s sold BeautiControl for gosh, almost twenty years now. But for the most part, this was it.
No, wait, there was also Amway. Can’t forget them.
But now? Now you have so much more. Thirty-One. Tastefully Simple. ::ahem:: Adult-themed products. Avon. Mary Kay. Spongewear. Southern Living. Lia Sophia. Pampered Chef. Origami Owl. Scentsy. Longaberger. Seven hundred different scrapbooking companies. A thousand different health food supplement companies. Can’t count the number of personal grooming companies. Books. Baby supplies. More adult toys.
Here are a few of the random things going through my mind. It has been a crazy week, and there are just a few things I’ve bookmarked to talk about.
Part I: Update on the week thus far:
So this week has been interesting. Never been unemployed before, never had to find another job right away–it was always something I could take my time with and not rush into anything. Thus far I have managed to stick to my self-imposed requirement of five contacts/resumes out per day, and some of it has paid off. I have had several ‘networking’ meetings, and I had my first interview today. I am vastly overqualified for it, and he recognizes that I am vastly overqualified for it, but who knows. Not what I want but it pays well and we can see what might happen with that.
So in addition to the five-a-day rule I have also seemed to be visiting a lot of people this week. I spent Saturday at the movies with the girls, Sunday at the movies with the girls, and saw the girls briefly at Taco Bell on Monday before having dinner with my nana. I saw my great friends R&C on Tuesday afternoon and spent the afternoon watching movies and catching up. (For the record, C picked Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay for our first movie, and R decided to go for the uncut version. Attend a frat party. The beer’s usually free and you’ll have more fun. Dumb, dumb movie!) Wednesday was supposed to be my first day at home to do laundry and stuff, and instead my neighbor called around 1230 and said come swim in the pool. We took a break around 330 to get some food, call B to come over for a cookout, etc., and then stayed out until after 8. I was sunburned, my sides hurt from laughing, and I had a great time. Thursday after the networking meeting I had an invite to go to my cousin’s house. I hadn’t seen the house yet or the baby since he was born, so I went. Stayed six hours, had a great time catching up with my cousin’s wife. Today I had an interview, then my friend H had free tickets to go see Guys and Dolls at the Empire Theater. That was probably one of the best productions I have seen locally in a long time!
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So Thursday, I was home from work by 1pm. Went through a box of Kleenex. Friday, no job to go to, went to lunch with an old friend and dinner with a former coworker. We were supposed to be at dinner to talk about the big hooplah the prior weekend, but given the recent events had other things to discuss.
Saturday, I had to wait for the cable guy. While waiting, I called B to see if she could meet me in 30 minutes to go clean out my desk. Thirty minutes, fifty, same thing, right? We got to the office around 11. I was so thankful she came with me, as I knew that not only physically I would have a lot to clean up and distribute around as I work on a lot of stuff I didn’t want to just leave out, but it would be easier if she could help.
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I have struggled with this question all day, actually. See, things were going okay in my life. I had a job I was dang good at, I had a debt payment plan all worked out for my life, and then I had the joyous event of being laid off today. I think that the only good thing that came out of it was that I was one of the first to go, and that I didn’t witness the bloodbath that came afterwards. I know of at least six VPs or higher that went, and another two dozen minimum. And that’s just the beginning. By going early, I was told to not even finish my lunch (I was eating at my desk today because I had to leave early for the vet with the @#$%^! cat), don’t worry about packing up my desk, just come back on Saturday and pack it all in.
Yeah, so I’ve shed a lot of tears in the last ten hours. I was fine until someone asked me, “Are you okay?”. Well, no, stupid lady, I just got the boot, of course I’m not okay! I am unemployed! Eleven years with the company and my boss cannot even do me the courtesy of looking me in the eye, instead he is handed a script–in front of me, no less–and reads from it instead of talking to me directly. Putz.
Sorry, strong language, I know.
So I’ve just finished sending off my resume to four friends, have a list of people to call in the AM, and need a job. I’m okay for about a month, but after that it’s going to have to be back at the restaurants if I cannot find anything. And that, my dears, is the last thing I want. Continue reading
I am sitting in my living room at 130 on a Friday, the door open, the TV on, and feeling incredibly guilty because I’m not at work. It isn’t like I’m playing hooky or anything, I’m billed in as taking 4 vacation hours so that I can attend a family reunion this evening. I’m not even busy at work, it just feels weird having the rest of this beautiful day off while everyone else is working.
I really do need to get over my guilt complex issues and just say to hell with it. I know this. Easier said than done, though!
I’m off to clean house, shower, and pack before heading west! Have a happy Friday!
I really am.
Friday, leaving work, I had to bang on the locked door of the office to get back in. I had forgotten to get the key to the company car.
Saturday, while I have already confessed to not being a morning person, I left for work and then had to turn around and go home because I had forgotten said key to the company car.
Sunday, I tore my house up looking for the key to the company car so that I could make sure I remembered it when going to work on Monday. Couldn’t find it anywhere. Then later that day I remembered that I had dropped it off at the hotel when I delivered the car–on Saturday–for two visiting regional supervisors to use when they got to Richmond on Sunday.
Tonight I was quite proud, I got to the movies almost 30 minutes early. V called me around 650 to say she was there. I went out front to wait for her, saw her nowhere. Yep, I was at the wrong theater. Hopped in the car, raced to the north side of town, and saw the sneak preview of Made of Honor. (Cute movie, completely predictable, typical chick flick, but had some funny moments.)
Got home, looked all over for the trash can so that I could put the trash out, the bin is already on the street for pickup tomorrow.
I swear I’m not losing my mind. Really, I’m not. I am too young for this!
I’m sitting in my recliner, typing away, and there is the most fantastic thunderstorm going on outside. Only there is no rain. Lightning, rumbling, heavy claps of thunder, and not a drop of water anywhere. Still kind of cool, though! Plus it made the temperature drop by several degrees, which I always like! The thunder and lightning got heavy enough that I even had to get out of the hammock and come inside for the night.
So today I had to work up north at one of our satellite locations and lord almighty I was tired by 1pm. Getting up at 6 just doesn’t agree with me. Plus, I haven’t waited tables in about 3 years, and I have lost my legs! I ran my rear off, trying to make sure that I was able to help as much as possible without getting in the way. When things slowed down for a few minutes I realized exactly how much I hurt. We had a good time, though, and L and I yapped the whole way home so that I wouldn’t fall asleep we were so tired! I got home at 3, and thought I was going to pass out from exhaustion but I knew I was meeting H and the kids for dinner at that gastronomic delight, Cici’s Pizza.
We actually had a great time. We were there for almost 2 hours, and each of the kids gave me a plant for my birthday. I can’t wait to plant the lily in the front yard, but have no idea where to plant S’s zinnia that I won’t kill it. And H gave me Othello, that great game from our childhood (and one I surprisingly don’t have). The kids wanted to play, so I sat at the restaurant and played a game with each of them, to teach them the game. Like I said, we had a great time. Plus, hey, cheap date!
And if I don’t eat pizza for another six months, I think that would be just fine by me.