Coffee, Chaos and Cuss Words

On April 28, 2017, I was laid off from my job for the first time in my adult life. I was upset about it, but knew that I didn't have the kind of time to mess about. Living in Southern California, even as modestly as my hubby and I do, can be expensive. I was let go at noon on Friday and after I gave myself a few minutes to get weepy, I went home and started looking for jobs. 17 days later, I've got a new job. In a tiny, fearful area of my heart I don't want to 'jinx' this by talking about it. However, giving in to fear is NEVER going to be of use to me so I need to say it out loud. What am I afraid of? Well, I don't use drugs, but the neighbors downstairs and across the way smoke so much weed I can often smell it coming in my apartment before I shut the door. I was afraid that might show up in the drug test I took and disqualify me for the job. My hubby says that isn't likely to happen, but fear kills hope and I have been struggling with that since I...

Well, now....I've been out for a bit. There's been a load of changes going on-some good, some not so good. Grab a cuppa and let's get caught up, shall we? When last we met, (besides the post about the 'Fearless Girl' statue) I was getting ready to move on to a new job that I was so very excited about! I was making a quiet exit from a job that I didn't feel was the right fit for me. The new job made me feel valued in ways the one I was leaving had not. I felt my age and experience were considered an asset, not punchline. I started the new job and began my intensive 6 week training program with gusto! I had such good vibes from the interview, my classes were going well(I aced the tests!) and the work I'd begun with clients that I had not a clue what was to follow. For the first time EVER in my life-I got laid off... One week before the finals for my training,and just a day or two shy of 90 days with the company, I was called into the boss's office (yo...

I don't care if they call it 'feminist marketing', 'pink washing', 'Wall Street tokenism' or a variety of other phrases designed to minimize the impact of a powerful piece of art on the human subconscious. It should be made a permanent statue, right where it is, facing the bull of Wall Street, and essentially, the world.  I've heard men and women poo-poo the symbolism. FUCK YOU, I say.... Men and their brainwashed female counterparts will always find a way to sabotage any efforts to raise the awareness of the world to appreciate women in any way, shape or form. Even if it's a brave young girl, facing the world of BULLSHIT.  So let that be the reason you support it...to tell the world that anyone who sees it knows that you aren't afraid of the Bull, either.... Here's my link to the petition: "Hello, I just signed the petition, “City of New York: Make Wall Street's Fearless Girl Permanent.” I think this is important...

Good morning, my friends....got your mugs handy? Let's chat... I find myself in a weird situation today. It's my last day at my current job. Monday I will start at my new job...no extra time in between for a break. Don't need one, really. Just wanted to move on to a place where I felt my 30+ years of work experience might be more....appreciated. Or at the very least, not be treated like a fucking afterthought.  I've not fit in here well, particularly. Most folks are pleasant enough, however, it's run much like a clubhouse on a college campus. They have openly yelled insults at each other, had nerf gun fights, cussed in front of clients, had crass and inappropriate conversations, etc that I simply cannot engage in as a professional in the workplace. Sure...have some fun every now and again but when you are in front of people looking to you for help...and you are almost literally their ONLY  hope....you might want to behave like you actually can do the job and tak...