/thud/ I was laid off from a retail hobby store in January of this year. Finally, after MONTHS of hunting for work, I went back to a former employer with my hat in hand and tail between my legs. Here is a basic run down of the conversation last Thursday:
"Hey, Sandi, I brought my friend Michael in to apply with you and I thought I would see if I could talk to you."
"Let's go back to the conference room."
"Okay." And we go into the conference room.
"Dr. Phil, what can I do for you?"
So I told her the story and we talked about what happened when I left the previous time I worked for them. Confusing thing, that. No one really knows what happened. I went in to work, was told by the receptionist that they were under the impression I didn't work there anymore. They called their boss and I called mine. My boss said the client fired me, their boss said I was still able to work there. So no one really knows.
"I'll have to talk it over with Jon and get back with you."
We return to the lobby and Michael is ready to turn in his application. Jon comes out of his office, "Hey, Dr. Phil, what's new with you." And I told him briefly. He couldn't remember what happened but said for me to go ahead and fill out an application. So I did.
Less than half an hour ago I got off the phone with Sandi. I go in tomorrow morning at 10 to fill out my rehire paperwork.
Woot!
Now, I shoulda gone in back in January. I probably woulda been working this whole time. But I didn't know if I woulda been hired back, coulda at least tried. But I didna until now.
Oh, well. Back to work. Janitorial services at a manufacturing plant. Not the most glamorous job, but it is a pay check and I get to work with some neat people!
Blargh! Would seem that someone at KZUM forgot to making sure the update on the domain registration was taken care. The website is not accessible at the moment. Which is very annoying as we have MANY online listeners that will not be very happy this Sunday. But we will survive. Blargh!
And to make it even more annoying, my online connection is getting flaky and making it oh so much fun to be productive this weekend. If all else fails, I can go be productive with my hands. Need to get some of my crafting done.
As soon as I know for sure that the site is back up, I will post the update here.
Captive Moon is perhaps my favorite out of the Tales of the Sazi series by C.T. Adams and Cathy Clamp. Barely dealing with the Mafia assassin of the first two books, Captive Moon follows a Hayalet cat from the Iranian border to Germany in quest to rescue her kidnapped brother. She in turn is rescued by Antoine, the Alpha of all cat Alphas. The rest, as they say, is steamy history.
In this story you meet evil snakes, polar bears, and a great variety of cats and cat lovers; you get a peak into the workings of Autrailian aborigines; and a strong dose of feline heat! Hold on to your hats, boys and girls, it is going to be one wild ride!
With yet another thrilling installment in the Sazi saga, Adams and Clamp will keep you hanging onto the book with fang and claw as well as hopping into a cold shower when you put the book down. Paranormal romance is not all about sex, though. These books do have a real plot to them and I have enjoyed reading each one of them so far.
Though, I must admit that by book four the type editing is starting to lack accuracy. Perhaps the publisher should be a bit more concerned with quality of their books....
-=-=- I guess I am turning parts of this blog into a collection of book reviews. So be it. I love to read and I love to talk about what I read. I hope you enjoy reading my brief little reviews of the books that I choose to talk about in here.
Today the United States of America celebrates it's independence. This celebration of freedom and independence reminds of what it is that the United States supposedly stands for as well as what the Pagan and LBGT+ Communities have been fighting for for decades.
The good ol' U.S. of A. was founded and built upon the principles of freedom and independence. Have we ever truly upheld those principles? No. Instead we have continued to oppress others, even our own citizens. I won't go into a long drawn out discourse on the failures of the government to uphold its own constitution and laws. That is a waste of time. We all know how the government has failed us. What is more important is how we have failed ourselves.
We, as people of this planet, let alone of the United States, have failed miserably over the last almost two hundred and twenty five years. Slavery, oppression of women, hatred and fear of other countries, neglect of our children, bigotry towards difference religions and other ways of loving. The Declarationof Independence and the Consitutition and her Amendments may have been written by white, Anlgo Saxon, Prostestants, but that does not mean that we cannot take advantage of those guidelines and laws; as well as our own personal freedom of will to make this world a better place.
My personal missions in life, among many others, is to help bring about a safer and more understanding atmosphere for the Pagan Community and also for the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender/sexual Communities. I do not feel that these two communities are in any way mutually exclusive. The number of LBGT+ persons I know who also call themselves Paganis staggering. Perhaps it is because the Pagan community and the religions and spiritualities that fall under that umbrella are so much more open and accepting of differences in sexual as well as romantic relationships than the more mainstream and monotheistic religions. And that idea is very readily conveyed by the original interpretation of the Raindow or Gay Pride Flag as pictured here. (I know, they have harmony misspelt.) Most, if not all, of the concepts behind the Flag also pertain to Paganism. Yes, even sex.
As I said, many in the LBGT+ community tend to lean towards Paganism in some flavor or another. I chose my path, or rather it chose me, not because I was gay, but because I felt like I had come home. I know that sounds rather cliche, but it is true. I grew Seventh-day Adventist, not the most accepting of denominations. When I was able to start exploring religion and spirituality on my own, I found that I was more inclined towards the Earth-based paths. I do firmly believe that if my father, who was a minister, were alive today that he would be joining the Pagan Alliance Network's discussion groups and applauding my on my chosen path and lifestyle. He was a very encouraging person. But that is neither here nor there at the moment. What is important right now is that Wicca and many of the other Pagan paths are more open and accepting of differences in sexuality. About the only things they do not condone are rape, pedophilia and beastiality.
What does bother me, though, is that in this country we are often faced with oppression and discrimination by our supposed fellow citizens. You will find that even within the Pagan community from time to time. I have experienced personally.
WTF!? I guess no matter what the path you choose, your mind and heart can still be closed to your fellow man.
-=- I do have a lot more to say on these topics. But tonight is not the time for me to blather on about them.
This seems like an appropriate topic, considering the recent string of celebrity deaths. Ed McMahan, Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, Billy Mays, and others that I cannot recall right off hand. They say that death comes in threes. Well, I say that death happens when it happens. We can find any reason to conform events to our own beliefs and superstitions. But we cannot deny that death happens.
The fact that death happens has been brought even closer to home for me in recent days. An old friend from high school passed away last Tuesday from luekemia. He was only 34. Ben K. was a wonderful guy when I first met him. Full of fun and excitement. He played in a garage band, competed at the Battle of the Bands in Lincoln,NE and even recorded an album or two with that band. Unfortunately, when you graduate from high school, sometimes friends drift apart. And that is what happened here. The band went away and the friendships were strained, but when it really counted, Ben's friends were there and he was there for them. Last time I saw Ben was when our mutual friend Matt K. buried his father. That was a sad day, but having all of the old gang around was wonderful. Ben left a wife and children to carry on without him.
And the fact of death looms over my family again. My dear great-aunt Hilda is very ill. She has been sick in one way or another since May '08, but after the first of this year things took a sudden turn for the worse. Early this year she couldn't swallow anything, so she went in to the hospital. They found what they thought was a palap in her throat. When they went in to remove it they found that it was scar tissue. They scraped it out, gave her a trach and feed tube. She was told that she would have the trach and tube for the rest of her life. Poor gal, she thought she'd have a long life even after that. As did we all.
The hospice care people suggested that her children and grand children not wait until Sunday to have a family dinner with her. Looks as if we may be having another family reunion the painful way. She's only 78 years old. When she passes that will leave her older sister, Hilma, to carry the family history. She's 88. All the rest of that generation have long since passed.
Ack. I may not fear death anymore, but I still get saddened by writing or talking about it. Death is a mystery that we all must face eventually, but I am not willing to let people go that easily. Hilda is too young. Up until recently she was full of life. But I know that her time is approaching and there is nothing I can do to prevent it, just be as ready as I can to lend my love and support to her family - my family.
Aunt Hilda, I love you and shall miss you greatly when you are gone.
Hello, this is me. :) I wear many hats, which you will see as you read my blog. In brief, though, I am an ordained minister through the Universal Life Church, a 3rd degree initiate of the Covenant of Kernunnos Tradition, high priest of the DolphinMoon Coven, co-founder of the Pagan Alliance Network, and co-owner of Pangaia Metaphysical Store.
I told you I wear many hats.
