So here it is. I learned a lot in history class. Not sure if anyone else did or not. With looking around though it doesn't appear to me anyone who is in charge paid attention.
Alright here is my first example. Companies back before the Great Depression. Anyone remember what some of the biggest problems with how most businesses were ran before the Great Depression? They were ran thinking about the dollar. How much was coming in at the moment and how to save as much money as possible. This included low pay rates, minimal work crews who weren't paid extra for their time, few or no benefits all in the name of the Mighty Dollar. Where did that lead those companies? People starting their own gardens to implement for food. Canning the extra food from their gardens. Raising chickens for food and eggs. Many people learned to use soups and other foods to stretch their limited food due to not having enough money. Does this remind you of anything?
So why are companies still laying people off? How is making more unemployed people going to improve the market? Here is what I think and I give props to the companies who are doing something to help rather then add to the problem. If money is the concern of the company. Take some of the money from the top and spread it to the people in the lower portions of the company. Stop buying needless items in the company name. What reason does a company really need condos or jets for? Why does there need to be expensive cars on the company expense reports? If a company is heading into rough times isn't it wiser to get rid of needless expenditures? Just an idea that I would do if I owned a company. I would also take a pay cut if I was making millions a year. Who really needs to make millions in a year? I am not saying it isn't nice or that I wouldn't want to. My point is who needs to. If the concern is money then cut the upper parts of the companies top paying people's pay by a set amount, remove extra unnecessary expenditures, and be open to your employees on the decisions you are making and the reasons. The reason this is a good plan in my opinion is due to the larger picture.
Here is the larger picture.
Take a pay cut now so that there are still a larger amount of people employed.
The more people employed the more people spending money.
The more people spending money the more money coming into the company.
As people see a company who cares about the current problems, cares about their customers, and cares about their employees more people look at that company and want to do business with them. They gain respect for the company.
Now if companies keep looking at the smaller picture here is what you see.
People without jobs.
Which leads to people who don't have money to spend.
People making less money due to companies not paying enough.
Again leading to less spending.
Companies not providing as many benefits.
Causing people to get sick and not able to work.
Once again less spending.
What does less spending lead to?
Oh ya. Less spending means less customers.
Less customers leads to what happening again? I keep forgetting how that works. Oh ya I remember it leads to less revenue.
Less revenue leads to? Can anyone guess?
That is right companies going bankrupt.
So lets go back to how learning something new makes us forget something important.
New technology has made us start forgetting some very important things. One of those major things is customer service. One on one help. Granted internet help is a wonderful thing for quick items such as paying a bill or finding simple answers. I am not knocking technology. I love paying bills online.I love paying my bill through the automated system. What I don't love is IMing a person about being billed wrong or when I have a problem. I don't like having to answer a million questions that have nothing to do with my problem through an automated system. Save me time and a headache please. Just implement the 0 option. That way when the automated system is taking my calm peaceful self to a very irritated and angry person I can press 0 and get help. Otherwise I won't be as reasonable by the time someone has to speak to me. Also nothing pisses me off faster and makes me want to end all services with a company faster than not being able to contact the company. I am willing to go without any service I have if my only other choice is to be left talking to a machine when I need a quick simple fix or I am not being treated like a human being. I am serious. I can live without internet. I can live without a phone. Electricity is ify, but if need by I will find a way to live without it. Campgrounds are great and cheap if I can't find a good place to call home. Get my point? There isn't a service provided that I pay money for that I can't live without if need be. Learn that companies. You aren't the end all be all of my life. Nor should you be that for anyone else. We have the power people.
If you have the choice of a company that treats you better and treats their employees better make that choice. I hear people complaining all the time about gas prices. Yet nobody seems concerned about who provides their service or what they are doing. I am not saying for you to give everything up. I just want companies and people to realize in order to make it through the hard times we all need to help each other. As a country we need to band together like we have always done. History isn't there to be forgotten. It is there to learn from. If we move forward in one are, but start making past mistakes while moving forward how does that help us?
Alright enough on this subject. I have other examples of how we learn something new and forget something important that I will get into later. Stay tuned. If you agreed with any of this or liked it please press the share button. If you have a comment please feel free to leave one below or contact me directly. I hope this made you start thinking or opened your mind some. If not then I hope it was at least entertaining. If it did open your mind then I did m
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
What Makes Someone A Hero?
This one is inspired by an e-mail my Aunt sent me. During answering a question she asked I started thinking about how two people I know especially one in particular helped save me. It is hard to explain, but I am going to try. I am also going to try to explain and list the things I believe make a person a hero.
First though I have a question for you. When you here the word hero what comes to mind?
Do you think of superheros such as Spiderman, Batman, Wonderwoman? Do you think of a person who rescues someone from harm? How about Firefighters, Police, Doctors, Nurses, or Soldiers?
Do you ever think of parents, teachers, grandparents, foster parents, Aunts, Uncles, sisters, brothers, or a person/couple that adopt a child? How about a neighbor who helps a child find their way home or that gives a child a safe place to hide? Are friends who are there for you through all the good and bad times heros?
To me what makes a hero is simple. It is someone who saves a person or makes a difference in a positive way to someone's life. There are many ways to be a hero and each person has what it takes.
What made me start thinking about this is thinking about my Mom's parents. It is hard for me to say all the things they did for me and my family. I probably don't even know everything. Many things I have learned, but I am sure there are still some secrets I may never know. Honestly for the first time in my life I think it might be better not to know some of them. Well here it goes. I will try to write this clearly without putting anything negative in here. For those who know some of the things that I went through. Well you might realize how important some of those small things were. Yet I am sorry to say I don't think any of those reading this will ever know everything I went through and you probably never will. Some things are best left in the past. That is where they belong. So here goes nothing. I hope I do just for what I am going to say.
My childhood has never been picture perfect. Growing up hearing how my parents once were or how great things were before my memories doesn't change that I never really knew those times. Please understand my childhood is part of what made me who I am. It was both the good and the bad. If it wasn't for them both I don't think I would understand other people's problems as well. I have no anger toward anyone who may have caused in pain in my past, but it is those people who were there during those painful times that I made it through. The two main rocks in that were my Mom's Parents. Especially my Grandma.
Telling how my Grandma saved me and helped me is hard. There is a lot of hard to explain things. Mostly they are hard due to I am just now realizing the importance. I am starting to think we all subconsciously know how important a moment is at the time. The problem is we may only realize later how important that moment is and we may not have the chance to tell those who made it important.
If someone listens to me and hears what I say they will realize Oregon is important to me. I moved around a lot when I was little. Most people know that, but they have a hard time keeping track of it all. I don't think most people can wrap their head around my life. To tell the truth I have a hard time with it myself, but that is more due to the way my brain works. Most people don't realize I only have bits and pieces of memories. Some things I remember so clearly that I feel almost as if I could reach out and touch them. It sometimes feels like I am actually there. Then there are the memories that seem vague and distant. Those ones feel more like they were part of a story told to me. They are the ones I feel so distant from that even when I tell them I feel disconnected from them. Then there are the ones that pop up here and there. They are only fragments that I sometimes can grab and other times I just get a glimpse and forget. I am sure there are still those memories that are suppressed. I only believe that due to several that have hit me at different times when I least expected it. So I don't think it is to unbelievable to believe that there may be more. Sorry I regressed, but maybe this will help you understand the rest.
Oregon is important to me mainly due to it is the only place that has always been in my life. It is where my Mom's parents lived. So in the beginning it is where I went every summer. We would spend the 4th of July and my Grandpa's Birthday there. I remember some of those memories. They are vague due to how little I was, but they are some of the more tangible ones I have. I remember watching Grandpa make homemade ice cream and he would let us test taste it. I remember Grandma grabbing apples out of her huge shed so we could feed them to the neighbors donkey. There were the evenings when my Uncle Danny would help light the sparklers for us kids. I remember I only wanted him to light mine. Then it would start to get dark. We would all go out to the driveway that overlooked Ashland and watch the fireworks. My Dad would sing to us and I always insisted he sing Lemon Tree. There also was the parade that happened in downtown Ashland. This is back when Ashland still had the old shops. Before the original owners sold them due to getting to old. Now most of those shops are gone and there are a lot of new fangled shops in their place. Every time I think about that I am sad. Mainly due to those shopkeepers were the same ones that knew my Mom when she was little. Those were the days when most people in Ashland knew my Grandparents' name.
Later as my life changed and my family started moving Oregon remained a part of my life. At one point I lived with my Grandparents during my 2nd grade year. Don't ask me how long we were there. I honestly don't remember,but I can tell you most of the good memories that year were when I was there. It was that year that we did most of our moves. The year before is when my Dad's mother passed away and a lot happened after that. I know I didn't start that year in Ashland and I didn't finish it there either. Honestly I don't remember where I started my 2nd grade year. I know I went to several schools in Idaho that year, one in Nevada, Ashland for part of it, and I finished the very last part of it in Kemmerer, Wy. When my Dad came to tell us it was time to leave my Grandparents' home I didn't want to go. I liked it there. People were nice to me and my Grandma made me feel like everything was going to be alright. That was the most stable and normal time I ever had. There weren't any scary moments while I was there. There were to many good memories while I was there to mention, but I can say that was one of the few times in my life that anyone came to my school to see me do anything.
During that year as I mentioned we moved to Kemmerer, Wyoming. School wise it was the worst of my life. Home wise things were still yet to get worse. The next year toward the beginning of 3rd Grade my Grandparents came to visit. Honestly other than church, youth group, my friend Sara, and my best friend Jenny it was the only good memory I had in that town. I literally only had two friends even close to my age. The others were my sisters friends in Jr. High. The rest of the town well lets say treated me worst than any other place I had been before or since. It was there that I first almost lost my temper and I was about to hit someone. Granted there were some people who secretly wanted to be my friend, but knowing that didn't take the hurt away. It only gave me understanding later and made me feel bad for them. During my Grandparent's visit my Grandpa walked to and from school with me everyday and even took the time to stay for a little while one day. Which meant the world to me.
As I got older we ended up moving back to Oregon. On our way back there we stopped in Ashland to see my Grandparents. We ended up staying in our bus in the church parking lot for a while. Then we came back and stayed above Ashland at a lake. Eventually after driving around the Coast and several visits to Ashland area we landed in Winchester Bay and then Lakeside. While living there my Grandparents came and visited. They also a few times talked my parents into visiting them a few times. Once I got old enough to start wanting to write letters and want family around I started writing my Grandma. She would tell me about my relatives and give me their address. I tried writing all of them, but only her and my Uncle Danny ever responded back. Those letters meant the world to me since I was alone and had nobody during that time. My sisters who I was closest to had started to move out and build their own lives. Things started getting really tough and scary at home. School life was the same as in every other place.Kids were kids and most of them were mean. Those who weren't mean didn't stop those who were. They just stood there. Again though there are no hard or angry feelings. It was those experiences that gave me insight to understand other people and their problems. Those experiences made me strong and made me who I am now.They are also the same ones that created some of my problems. Due though to my Grandparents who were always my rock and my one stable thing always there I had a light and hope. They were the ones that reminded me God was always there.
They were my heros. They may never know or realize how much their love did for me or how grateful I was for it,but I know. I realize now how much influence all they did had on me. Granted later I made friends who also become my heros by pulling me out of my shell and by being there when I needed them. Also I had teachers who gave me confidence and told me I could be something great.Without my Grandparents, teachers, my two sisters I was closest to, and my friends I never would have made it. I would have stopped trying or worse.
It is those people who rescue us when we need rescuing the most that are our heros. They can save us from ourselves, from pain, loneliness, other people, and even circumstances. We have that ability each of us within us. You may be someone's hero and not even know it.
First though I have a question for you. When you here the word hero what comes to mind?
Do you think of superheros such as Spiderman, Batman, Wonderwoman? Do you think of a person who rescues someone from harm? How about Firefighters, Police, Doctors, Nurses, or Soldiers?
Do you ever think of parents, teachers, grandparents, foster parents, Aunts, Uncles, sisters, brothers, or a person/couple that adopt a child? How about a neighbor who helps a child find their way home or that gives a child a safe place to hide? Are friends who are there for you through all the good and bad times heros?
To me what makes a hero is simple. It is someone who saves a person or makes a difference in a positive way to someone's life. There are many ways to be a hero and each person has what it takes.
What made me start thinking about this is thinking about my Mom's parents. It is hard for me to say all the things they did for me and my family. I probably don't even know everything. Many things I have learned, but I am sure there are still some secrets I may never know. Honestly for the first time in my life I think it might be better not to know some of them. Well here it goes. I will try to write this clearly without putting anything negative in here. For those who know some of the things that I went through. Well you might realize how important some of those small things were. Yet I am sorry to say I don't think any of those reading this will ever know everything I went through and you probably never will. Some things are best left in the past. That is where they belong. So here goes nothing. I hope I do just for what I am going to say.
My childhood has never been picture perfect. Growing up hearing how my parents once were or how great things were before my memories doesn't change that I never really knew those times. Please understand my childhood is part of what made me who I am. It was both the good and the bad. If it wasn't for them both I don't think I would understand other people's problems as well. I have no anger toward anyone who may have caused in pain in my past, but it is those people who were there during those painful times that I made it through. The two main rocks in that were my Mom's Parents. Especially my Grandma.
Telling how my Grandma saved me and helped me is hard. There is a lot of hard to explain things. Mostly they are hard due to I am just now realizing the importance. I am starting to think we all subconsciously know how important a moment is at the time. The problem is we may only realize later how important that moment is and we may not have the chance to tell those who made it important.
If someone listens to me and hears what I say they will realize Oregon is important to me. I moved around a lot when I was little. Most people know that, but they have a hard time keeping track of it all. I don't think most people can wrap their head around my life. To tell the truth I have a hard time with it myself, but that is more due to the way my brain works. Most people don't realize I only have bits and pieces of memories. Some things I remember so clearly that I feel almost as if I could reach out and touch them. It sometimes feels like I am actually there. Then there are the memories that seem vague and distant. Those ones feel more like they were part of a story told to me. They are the ones I feel so distant from that even when I tell them I feel disconnected from them. Then there are the ones that pop up here and there. They are only fragments that I sometimes can grab and other times I just get a glimpse and forget. I am sure there are still those memories that are suppressed. I only believe that due to several that have hit me at different times when I least expected it. So I don't think it is to unbelievable to believe that there may be more. Sorry I regressed, but maybe this will help you understand the rest.
Oregon is important to me mainly due to it is the only place that has always been in my life. It is where my Mom's parents lived. So in the beginning it is where I went every summer. We would spend the 4th of July and my Grandpa's Birthday there. I remember some of those memories. They are vague due to how little I was, but they are some of the more tangible ones I have. I remember watching Grandpa make homemade ice cream and he would let us test taste it. I remember Grandma grabbing apples out of her huge shed so we could feed them to the neighbors donkey. There were the evenings when my Uncle Danny would help light the sparklers for us kids. I remember I only wanted him to light mine. Then it would start to get dark. We would all go out to the driveway that overlooked Ashland and watch the fireworks. My Dad would sing to us and I always insisted he sing Lemon Tree. There also was the parade that happened in downtown Ashland. This is back when Ashland still had the old shops. Before the original owners sold them due to getting to old. Now most of those shops are gone and there are a lot of new fangled shops in their place. Every time I think about that I am sad. Mainly due to those shopkeepers were the same ones that knew my Mom when she was little. Those were the days when most people in Ashland knew my Grandparents' name.
Later as my life changed and my family started moving Oregon remained a part of my life. At one point I lived with my Grandparents during my 2nd grade year. Don't ask me how long we were there. I honestly don't remember,but I can tell you most of the good memories that year were when I was there. It was that year that we did most of our moves. The year before is when my Dad's mother passed away and a lot happened after that. I know I didn't start that year in Ashland and I didn't finish it there either. Honestly I don't remember where I started my 2nd grade year. I know I went to several schools in Idaho that year, one in Nevada, Ashland for part of it, and I finished the very last part of it in Kemmerer, Wy. When my Dad came to tell us it was time to leave my Grandparents' home I didn't want to go. I liked it there. People were nice to me and my Grandma made me feel like everything was going to be alright. That was the most stable and normal time I ever had. There weren't any scary moments while I was there. There were to many good memories while I was there to mention, but I can say that was one of the few times in my life that anyone came to my school to see me do anything.
During that year as I mentioned we moved to Kemmerer, Wyoming. School wise it was the worst of my life. Home wise things were still yet to get worse. The next year toward the beginning of 3rd Grade my Grandparents came to visit. Honestly other than church, youth group, my friend Sara, and my best friend Jenny it was the only good memory I had in that town. I literally only had two friends even close to my age. The others were my sisters friends in Jr. High. The rest of the town well lets say treated me worst than any other place I had been before or since. It was there that I first almost lost my temper and I was about to hit someone. Granted there were some people who secretly wanted to be my friend, but knowing that didn't take the hurt away. It only gave me understanding later and made me feel bad for them. During my Grandparent's visit my Grandpa walked to and from school with me everyday and even took the time to stay for a little while one day. Which meant the world to me.
As I got older we ended up moving back to Oregon. On our way back there we stopped in Ashland to see my Grandparents. We ended up staying in our bus in the church parking lot for a while. Then we came back and stayed above Ashland at a lake. Eventually after driving around the Coast and several visits to Ashland area we landed in Winchester Bay and then Lakeside. While living there my Grandparents came and visited. They also a few times talked my parents into visiting them a few times. Once I got old enough to start wanting to write letters and want family around I started writing my Grandma. She would tell me about my relatives and give me their address. I tried writing all of them, but only her and my Uncle Danny ever responded back. Those letters meant the world to me since I was alone and had nobody during that time. My sisters who I was closest to had started to move out and build their own lives. Things started getting really tough and scary at home. School life was the same as in every other place.Kids were kids and most of them were mean. Those who weren't mean didn't stop those who were. They just stood there. Again though there are no hard or angry feelings. It was those experiences that gave me insight to understand other people and their problems. Those experiences made me strong and made me who I am now.They are also the same ones that created some of my problems. Due though to my Grandparents who were always my rock and my one stable thing always there I had a light and hope. They were the ones that reminded me God was always there.
They were my heros. They may never know or realize how much their love did for me or how grateful I was for it,but I know. I realize now how much influence all they did had on me. Granted later I made friends who also become my heros by pulling me out of my shell and by being there when I needed them. Also I had teachers who gave me confidence and told me I could be something great.Without my Grandparents, teachers, my two sisters I was closest to, and my friends I never would have made it. I would have stopped trying or worse.
It is those people who rescue us when we need rescuing the most that are our heros. They can save us from ourselves, from pain, loneliness, other people, and even circumstances. We have that ability each of us within us. You may be someone's hero and not even know it.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
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Where are the Happy Stories or the Real News?
Alright I know I have been really bad about writing since I moved. Sorry about that.
So due to several things that I read today and that people have said I started thinking about something that bothers me on occasion. Why is it the news talks so much about all the personal stupidity of celebrities? Shouldn't they be talking about the news or doing stories that will change the world some how?
If I wanted to know about how which celebrity is adopting a baby or who got arrested now for what I would read the Enquirer or People Magazine. When I turn on the news or buy a paper I want to hear about what is happening in the world, our country, in my state, in my town, or about some inspiring story that will encourage me to go do something good. I don't want to read about how some stranger decided to throw their life away on drugs or due to some mental breakdown and how they want attention for it. Oh and let's not forget how they want to make money off of us while they throw their life down the gutter. Seriously why are we encouraging bad behavior in people? Shouldn't we be more interested in the people who are doing good in the world?
Every day even when we aren't in a war there are people who work hard to protect our rights and our way of our life. Yet how often do we go and give them praise or thank them? I know I don't do it as much as I should. I have a friend that every time I am with him he makes me proud to know him. No matter where we are if he sees a person in uniform he always makes a point to walk up to them and tell them thank you for serving our country. It is the people who make a difference in the world that we should be thanking for what they do every time we see them. They are the ones we should be proud to know and meet. The list is a long one, but I will try to name a few right now. Teachers, Soldiers, Parents, Volunteers, Nurses, some Doctors, those who do good not for a reward or any thought other than it is right.
Not that long ago I was listening to some old radio shows and it reminded me of how once upon a time people use to give awards to those who did something good. Now we praise people for doing drugs, killing people, and just generally hurting those around them including themselves. Why aren't those the stories that we only here once or twice and we let them fade?
I do get having some not so happy stories. Such as when a company is doing wrong? That is warning people not helping the company grow larger. If there is a bad habit that people are doing then bringing that to people's attention is good so they can see the wrong in their behavior. Loving when someone is destroying their life and giving them praise for doing wrong isn't good. Giving those people time on TV or in the papers isn't right.
Hopefully some day the world will remember to teach our children to do right. That being modest isn't a bad thing, but actually is more alluring than revealing all their goods for the world to see. Good deeds do get rewarded and bad deeds get punished. Hurting people is wrong no matter what is happening around you or how different a person is. Sex isn't something to be used as a weapon or be given away like it doesn't matter. It is a gift to be shared with someone you love and care about in order to reach a higher level of connection. Knowing people and trusting them is something that is important. Only we can make a difference. One person at a time we need to make a difference.
So due to several things that I read today and that people have said I started thinking about something that bothers me on occasion. Why is it the news talks so much about all the personal stupidity of celebrities? Shouldn't they be talking about the news or doing stories that will change the world some how?
If I wanted to know about how which celebrity is adopting a baby or who got arrested now for what I would read the Enquirer or People Magazine. When I turn on the news or buy a paper I want to hear about what is happening in the world, our country, in my state, in my town, or about some inspiring story that will encourage me to go do something good. I don't want to read about how some stranger decided to throw their life away on drugs or due to some mental breakdown and how they want attention for it. Oh and let's not forget how they want to make money off of us while they throw their life down the gutter. Seriously why are we encouraging bad behavior in people? Shouldn't we be more interested in the people who are doing good in the world?
Every day even when we aren't in a war there are people who work hard to protect our rights and our way of our life. Yet how often do we go and give them praise or thank them? I know I don't do it as much as I should. I have a friend that every time I am with him he makes me proud to know him. No matter where we are if he sees a person in uniform he always makes a point to walk up to them and tell them thank you for serving our country. It is the people who make a difference in the world that we should be thanking for what they do every time we see them. They are the ones we should be proud to know and meet. The list is a long one, but I will try to name a few right now. Teachers, Soldiers, Parents, Volunteers, Nurses, some Doctors, those who do good not for a reward or any thought other than it is right.
Not that long ago I was listening to some old radio shows and it reminded me of how once upon a time people use to give awards to those who did something good. Now we praise people for doing drugs, killing people, and just generally hurting those around them including themselves. Why aren't those the stories that we only here once or twice and we let them fade?
I do get having some not so happy stories. Such as when a company is doing wrong? That is warning people not helping the company grow larger. If there is a bad habit that people are doing then bringing that to people's attention is good so they can see the wrong in their behavior. Loving when someone is destroying their life and giving them praise for doing wrong isn't good. Giving those people time on TV or in the papers isn't right.
Hopefully some day the world will remember to teach our children to do right. That being modest isn't a bad thing, but actually is more alluring than revealing all their goods for the world to see. Good deeds do get rewarded and bad deeds get punished. Hurting people is wrong no matter what is happening around you or how different a person is. Sex isn't something to be used as a weapon or be given away like it doesn't matter. It is a gift to be shared with someone you love and care about in order to reach a higher level of connection. Knowing people and trusting them is something that is important. Only we can make a difference. One person at a time we need to make a difference.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Never Give Up
Ok. I admit this I am writing this one for myself and anyone else who needs it.
Don't Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will.
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill.
When funds are low, and the debts are high.
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is strange with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about.
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow.
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out.
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you can never tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far.
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit.
It's when things seem worst.
That you must not quit.
I don't know who wrote this, but it is on a plaque I bought a long time ago when my life started turning around. Granted at the time I didn't realize my life had started turning around, but looking back I realize that is when my life started to change.
It was at that time I had landed a job that would lead to where I am now. That job gave me the confidence I needed to realize what I was worth. Before that I kept telling myself I was better than minimum wage jobs and I would find a way past those jobs. Yet before that job it was just something I told myself and half way believed. After that job I started realizing I could do it. Something about receiving over $1,000 a week after taxes really makes you see things differently. Granted that is the only job I made that much money at and granted I worked a crap load of overtime to get those checks, but the point is seeing those checks opened my eyes. I saw that if I could do it once I could do it again.
So when that job ended and I started my next job I knew I took a steep pay cut. I went from over $20 an hour down to below $10 an hour. Still seeing those paychecks kept me believing I could make that kind of money again. So I worked hard and eventually worked my way up in the company to a better position. That position is where I am now and I may not be making as much money right now, but I am gaining experience that I can use. Whether I use this experience in this company or whether I end up going else where doesn't matter. What does matter is I know have an Associates degree (which I hope to work on making a Bachelors) and I have new experience that will help me with improving my work no matter the path I choose to follow.
You see there were many times I could have given up. There are so many I would rather not think about them. Instead I kept telling myself I could do this. That I was meant to be something more and I still believe I am meant to be something more.
Granted I still have a long way to come in work and life. Such as getting past nerves that took over today when I needed nerves of steel and confidence. The funny part about that is I wasn't really that nervous for until I walked in and she told me she just wanted to get to know us. Then she sat back, arms crossed, and just listened. At that point I started feeling like a little kid who was in trouble and telling her story of what happened full well knowing it didn't matter. At the end I think I loosened up and maybe recovered. Well I hope I recovered some, but the point is this. Yes, I screwed up and froze. Yes, I should have done better and I probably should have better prepared myself. Still though I am not going to believe I am in a sinking ship and that I have no way out. If for some reason this one meeting decides my fate where I am at then I will take that as a sign that it is time for me to move on else where. Especially since I haven't frozen up like that in years and I really can't place the last time I did. So I am going with the perspective that no matter what "What will be will be and I will take it and make it great". That is my motto and who I am. I never go down for to long before rising backup to the top.
As for in my personal life. Again I have been blessed with meeting some great guys, some alright guys, and some guys that I can only say we had fun and I learned something from it. Even though I loved them all in my own way. None of them were the one due to my having to find myself before I could be happy with them. Them needing to figure out where they were heading. Bad timing or just heading in totally different directions. Despite all that I am still looking for the guy who is happy with not saving me,but loving me instead. If I never find him than at least I have friend's and family who love me and aren't trying to save me. Honestly I really can't complain as long as I have them surrounding me with so much love and understanding. Though it would be nice to have someone to share the load with sometimes and I could snuggle in with after a bad day to make it shine a little brighter. Either way though I am finally happy and content with my life. I have a nice apartment, a good job, and the best of friends any person can ask for. Plus certain dreams of my family finding a way to get a long I think is starting to fall into place. Still lots of work to be done, but I think we are making progress.
I hope you don't give up on whatever it is you are striving for. Remember as long as your alive it is never to late to achieve your dreams. Whatever they may be. Shoot for the stars. Rope the moon. If all else fails just dance with those around you. That will make it all better. Oh and never let grouches take you down. Always laugh at them and hope they realize how silly they sound.
Don't Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will.
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill.
When funds are low, and the debts are high.
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit.
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is strange with its twists and turns.
As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about.
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow.
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out.
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you can never tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far.
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit.
It's when things seem worst.
That you must not quit.
I don't know who wrote this, but it is on a plaque I bought a long time ago when my life started turning around. Granted at the time I didn't realize my life had started turning around, but looking back I realize that is when my life started to change.
It was at that time I had landed a job that would lead to where I am now. That job gave me the confidence I needed to realize what I was worth. Before that I kept telling myself I was better than minimum wage jobs and I would find a way past those jobs. Yet before that job it was just something I told myself and half way believed. After that job I started realizing I could do it. Something about receiving over $1,000 a week after taxes really makes you see things differently. Granted that is the only job I made that much money at and granted I worked a crap load of overtime to get those checks, but the point is seeing those checks opened my eyes. I saw that if I could do it once I could do it again.
So when that job ended and I started my next job I knew I took a steep pay cut. I went from over $20 an hour down to below $10 an hour. Still seeing those paychecks kept me believing I could make that kind of money again. So I worked hard and eventually worked my way up in the company to a better position. That position is where I am now and I may not be making as much money right now, but I am gaining experience that I can use. Whether I use this experience in this company or whether I end up going else where doesn't matter. What does matter is I know have an Associates degree (which I hope to work on making a Bachelors) and I have new experience that will help me with improving my work no matter the path I choose to follow.
You see there were many times I could have given up. There are so many I would rather not think about them. Instead I kept telling myself I could do this. That I was meant to be something more and I still believe I am meant to be something more.
Granted I still have a long way to come in work and life. Such as getting past nerves that took over today when I needed nerves of steel and confidence. The funny part about that is I wasn't really that nervous for until I walked in and she told me she just wanted to get to know us. Then she sat back, arms crossed, and just listened. At that point I started feeling like a little kid who was in trouble and telling her story of what happened full well knowing it didn't matter. At the end I think I loosened up and maybe recovered. Well I hope I recovered some, but the point is this. Yes, I screwed up and froze. Yes, I should have done better and I probably should have better prepared myself. Still though I am not going to believe I am in a sinking ship and that I have no way out. If for some reason this one meeting decides my fate where I am at then I will take that as a sign that it is time for me to move on else where. Especially since I haven't frozen up like that in years and I really can't place the last time I did. So I am going with the perspective that no matter what "What will be will be and I will take it and make it great". That is my motto and who I am. I never go down for to long before rising backup to the top.
As for in my personal life. Again I have been blessed with meeting some great guys, some alright guys, and some guys that I can only say we had fun and I learned something from it. Even though I loved them all in my own way. None of them were the one due to my having to find myself before I could be happy with them. Them needing to figure out where they were heading. Bad timing or just heading in totally different directions. Despite all that I am still looking for the guy who is happy with not saving me,but loving me instead. If I never find him than at least I have friend's and family who love me and aren't trying to save me. Honestly I really can't complain as long as I have them surrounding me with so much love and understanding. Though it would be nice to have someone to share the load with sometimes and I could snuggle in with after a bad day to make it shine a little brighter. Either way though I am finally happy and content with my life. I have a nice apartment, a good job, and the best of friends any person can ask for. Plus certain dreams of my family finding a way to get a long I think is starting to fall into place. Still lots of work to be done, but I think we are making progress.
I hope you don't give up on whatever it is you are striving for. Remember as long as your alive it is never to late to achieve your dreams. Whatever they may be. Shoot for the stars. Rope the moon. If all else fails just dance with those around you. That will make it all better. Oh and never let grouches take you down. Always laugh at them and hope they realize how silly they sound.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The Reasons I Can't be a Nanny
So I was thinking and texting my niece. Oh how I love those rascally kids even though she is now in her twenties.Which then brought me to thinking about all the reasons I could never be a Nanny. I am sure I would love the job and excel at it beyond any other job. Yet here are my reasons why it isn't the job for me.
1. I get to attached. You see I am an over loving and caring person. So it doesn't take much for me to get attached to people and care about them. It is my blessing and curse all in one. It can work for me or against me.
2. When caring for another person's child 24/7 you have to remember they aren't your child. Yes, you are the person feeding them, clothing them, punishing them, teaching them, and all that wonderful stuff. Yet in the end they aren't yours to keep. In the end the parents can decide to take those children away. Hence why Number 1 would work against me.
3. I don't have a drivers license and most of the good Nanny jobs want you to be able to pick the kids up, drop them off, and run errands for them. That is kind of hard to do without a license.
Those are about the only reasons. Other than those reasons I think being a Nanny would be the best job ever. Imagine getting paid to teach a kid how to count, their alphabet, play with play doh, draw, and all those fun things that only kids and those taking care of kids get to do. Yep best job ever if you can remember it is a job and don't get to attached.
1. I get to attached. You see I am an over loving and caring person. So it doesn't take much for me to get attached to people and care about them. It is my blessing and curse all in one. It can work for me or against me.
2. When caring for another person's child 24/7 you have to remember they aren't your child. Yes, you are the person feeding them, clothing them, punishing them, teaching them, and all that wonderful stuff. Yet in the end they aren't yours to keep. In the end the parents can decide to take those children away. Hence why Number 1 would work against me.
3. I don't have a drivers license and most of the good Nanny jobs want you to be able to pick the kids up, drop them off, and run errands for them. That is kind of hard to do without a license.
Those are about the only reasons. Other than those reasons I think being a Nanny would be the best job ever. Imagine getting paid to teach a kid how to count, their alphabet, play with play doh, draw, and all those fun things that only kids and those taking care of kids get to do. Yep best job ever if you can remember it is a job and don't get to attached.
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