When did I get old? Was it when I turned the big 5-0? I feel old and I look old. And I find myself being old.
The other night I was reading and looked at my watch. Oh dear, I must get to the DVD player so I could still watch a couple of episodes of Murder, She Wrote. Yes, MSW! When the show was on TV, I wouldn't watch that "old peoples" show! Now I must be one of those "old people"!
And driving. I drive the speed limit. I use my turn signals. I would rather not drive at night. When did I become an "old" driver? At least I can still see over the steering wheel!
Mah Jongg. I actually want to learn how to play this "old lady" game. My mother wanted to teach me, but no way was I going to play a game my mother and her "old lady" friends played! Now that I am an "old lady" I wanna play! But I don't want to play and have to drive home at night!
Gray hair? I have them. Lot's of them. And I don't care. That has to be a sign of old ladiness...isn't it?
When did I get old? I'll try and nail it down...after watching a few more episodes of Murder, She Wrote.
Until next time...
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 04, 2011
I WAS AT THE LIBRARY ON MAY 3RD!
GOOD STUFF was very good stuff! I was at the Library and took out my copy of Jennifer Grant's book about her and her father - Cary Grant. What a delightful read. Too bad I stayed up until 2 reading it and finished it this evening!
I really enjoyed the book and envy the realtionship they shared with each other. Though they didn't have enough time together they made the most of their time and made a lifetime of memories.
I adore Cee Gee even more...as if that was possible! And I miss my dad even more...as if that was possible.
Until next time...
I really enjoyed the book and envy the realtionship they shared with each other. Though they didn't have enough time together they made the most of their time and made a lifetime of memories.
I adore Cee Gee even more...as if that was possible! And I miss my dad even more...as if that was possible.
Until next time...
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
CEE GEE UPDATE!
I haven't written about my fantasy man in a while, and I know you are wondering what is new in the world of Cee Gee and Mee!
I read another book...Evenings With Cary Grant. It is based on his appearances in theatres across the country, where he basically sits on the stage and answers fan questions. It was, in fact, the evening of his show in Davenport, IA that he suffered a major stroke and passed away. The book was a delight! It was totally positive. No bashing, nothing bad. It even dispelled a lot of the rumors that persisted and were so alarmingly prevelant in some of the other books I have read. I loved this book!
I have seen lots of pics of young Cee Gee but had yet to see him in any movies prior to 1937 (age 33 - The Awful Truth)...until last night! I found a boxed set of 5 movies dating from 1934 to 1936. The first one I have watched so far was 30 Day Princess, when he was 30. OMG! OMG! I about died and went to heaven! So handsome! Long and lean! Eyelashes that most humans would have to paste on! I fell in love all over again! And, his acting was good, too!!
After Googling 25 pages of images, I finally found the cover of the DVD set with 30 year old Cary! That is my new avatar at the right of this page. Whaddya think?
Gotta go, the DVD player and Cee Gee are calling my name!
Until next time...
I read another book...Evenings With Cary Grant. It is based on his appearances in theatres across the country, where he basically sits on the stage and answers fan questions. It was, in fact, the evening of his show in Davenport, IA that he suffered a major stroke and passed away. The book was a delight! It was totally positive. No bashing, nothing bad. It even dispelled a lot of the rumors that persisted and were so alarmingly prevelant in some of the other books I have read. I loved this book!
I have seen lots of pics of young Cee Gee but had yet to see him in any movies prior to 1937 (age 33 - The Awful Truth)...until last night! I found a boxed set of 5 movies dating from 1934 to 1936. The first one I have watched so far was 30 Day Princess, when he was 30. OMG! OMG! I about died and went to heaven! So handsome! Long and lean! Eyelashes that most humans would have to paste on! I fell in love all over again! And, his acting was good, too!!
After Googling 25 pages of images, I finally found the cover of the DVD set with 30 year old Cary! That is my new avatar at the right of this page. Whaddya think?
Gotta go, the DVD player and Cee Gee are calling my name!
Until next time...
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
I'LL BE AT THE LIBRARY MAY 3, 2011
GOOD STUFF: REMINISCENCE OF MY FATHER
ABOUT THIS BOOK
With the birth of his daughter, the sixty-three-year-old Cary Grant— still urbane, athletic, sublimely handsome, always self-effacing—retired from the screen to devote himself to his longed-for child.
In Good Stuff, Jennifer Grant writes of her enchanted but very real life with her father, playing, laughing, dining, and dancing together through the thick and thin of Jennifer’s growing up; the years of his work, his travels, his friendships with “old Hollywood royalty” (the Sinatras, the Pecks, the Poitiers, et al.) and with just plain old royalty (the Rainiers) . . . until Grant’s death at the age of eighty-two.
She writes of the love he showed her, the lessons he taught her, of his childhood as well as her own. Here are letters, notes, cards, and drawings from father to daughter and from her to him . . . photographstaken at home and on their many adventures . . . and bits of conversation between them (Cary Grant kept a tape recorder going for most of their time together).
Good Stuff captures the magic of a father’s devotion (and goofballness) and reveals a daughter’s special odyssey of loving, and being loved, by a dad who was Cary Grant.
Until next time...
ABOUT THIS BOOK
With the birth of his daughter, the sixty-three-year-old Cary Grant— still urbane, athletic, sublimely handsome, always self-effacing—retired from the screen to devote himself to his longed-for child.
In Good Stuff, Jennifer Grant writes of her enchanted but very real life with her father, playing, laughing, dining, and dancing together through the thick and thin of Jennifer’s growing up; the years of his work, his travels, his friendships with “old Hollywood royalty” (the Sinatras, the Pecks, the Poitiers, et al.) and with just plain old royalty (the Rainiers) . . . until Grant’s death at the age of eighty-two.
She writes of the love he showed her, the lessons he taught her, of his childhood as well as her own. Here are letters, notes, cards, and drawings from father to daughter and from her to him . . . photographstaken at home and on their many adventures . . . and bits of conversation between them (Cary Grant kept a tape recorder going for most of their time together).
Good Stuff captures the magic of a father’s devotion (and goofballness) and reveals a daughter’s special odyssey of loving, and being loved, by a dad who was Cary Grant.
Until next time...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
IS HE OR ISN'T HE...ONLY HIS RABBI KNOWS FOR SURE!
I have just watched my 20th CG movie! And they said this infatuation wouldn't last. I read some trivia I thought was interesting...what do you think?
-- Cary always wore a gold chain with 3 charms...a St. Christopher, a Cross and a Star of David...symbolizing the religions of his wives.
Cary often referred to himself as Jewish, even though raised to go to church. As a baby he was circumcised - and baptised - which in England was only done for religious purposes.
-- Some say his mother was part Jewish, some say his father was part Jewish and yet a third says his real birth mom was his father's mistress who was Jewish.
-- It is said he turned down the starring role in Gentlemen's Agreement, a movie about a reporter who poses as Jewish to write about anti-semitism, because he said he WAS Jewish and looked it so nobody would believe he was a Gentile posing as Jewish. The role went to another hearthrob...Gregory Peck.
-- Cary donated lots of money to Jewish causes and charities and to the State of Israel
ps...If you get a chance, watch Gentlemen's Agreement. It is an awesome movie. And sshhhhh, don't tell Cary I said this but Gregory Peck is GORGEOUS!
Until next time...
-- Cary always wore a gold chain with 3 charms...a St. Christopher, a Cross and a Star of David...symbolizing the religions of his wives.
Cary often referred to himself as Jewish, even though raised to go to church. As a baby he was circumcised - and baptised - which in England was only done for religious purposes.
-- Some say his mother was part Jewish, some say his father was part Jewish and yet a third says his real birth mom was his father's mistress who was Jewish.
-- It is said he turned down the starring role in Gentlemen's Agreement, a movie about a reporter who poses as Jewish to write about anti-semitism, because he said he WAS Jewish and looked it so nobody would believe he was a Gentile posing as Jewish. The role went to another hearthrob...Gregory Peck.
-- Cary donated lots of money to Jewish causes and charities and to the State of Israel
ps...If you get a chance, watch Gentlemen's Agreement. It is an awesome movie. And sshhhhh, don't tell Cary I said this but Gregory Peck is GORGEOUS!
Until next time...
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
JON BON'S COMPETITION!
My Jon Bon has competition for my affections!
I have become obsessed, and totally in love with Archibald Alec Leach...CARY GRANT! Ok, so he'd be over a hundred years old, but hey it's my fantasy :)~
I have been checking out movies from the library for quite a while now. A bit ago I decided to start watching the classics. There are so many I have never seen and I intended to start with Casablanca. Of course it was already checked out, so I decided that Breakfast at Tiffany's was the next best choice. I adored the movie and began getting Audrey Hepburn movies. I also had to read about her and finally watched the Jennifer Love Hewitt movie of Audrey's life. For some reason I always pictured Ms. Hepburn's life to have been one of priviledge. Boy, was I wrong. She had a very hard childhood. And she was very self depricating. One thing that struck me about the movies I watched was that she is obviously a young lady and her love interests were OLDER men! Seems very "forward" for the era of her movies. So far, with many cinematic choices still to go, my favorites are Breakfast at Tiffany's and Roman Holiday.
Then I took out Funny Girl and Funny Lady. I thirsted for information on Fanny Brice. I laboriously read her biography for hours on end. I wish I could find some video of her roles. She was a comic genius who portrayed herself as a poor child, when she really had many years of a comfortable childhood. She completely recreated herself to suit the needs of the time and her career. She was quite the business woman. And hopelessly in love with Nicky Arnstein who unlike the sauve gambler he was portrayed as in Funny Girl he was a suave criminal! He virtually abandoned Fanny and their two children. I guess it is true that the hardest of times can create the funniest of times...
One day, I found a 5 movie boxed set of Cary Grant movies...Ohhh la la! My lucky day! The first movie was Holiday. LOVED IT! And so began my infatuation with the oh so handsome, funny and charming Cary Grant. I love a light-hearted romantic comedy from any era, but these movies ("screwball comedies" as they were then dubbed)have captured my heart. And so did Mr. Grant (NOT Ed Asner! tee hee hee!) I watched Holiday 3 times. Then I watched The Awful Truth...repeatedly! His Girl Friday was interesting to me. His character was every bit as suave, but not so debonnaire. He was rather mean, but the eyes and the voice with his own special accent and the CLEFT CHIN...oh my gawd...that chin! Needless to say I swooned! I was not as thrilled with Only Angels Have Wings, but still a good vehicle for my man! This movie was attributed to the supposed line...JUDY, JUDY, JUDY, but he really only said JUDY one time! I replayed the scene a number of times just to be sure (and see my guy some more!) I think that my favorite, so far is An Affair To Remember. Nobody dons a tux like Cary (see, I am now on a first name basis with him!) And even though he is a wolf in sheeps clothing, he is charming and quick witted, loves his grandma! I cried as he stood, in the rain, at the Empire State Buiding while being stood up by his one true love, I have a thing for men's hands and he has strong hands that I want to hold me! And when he wiped the tears from Deborah Kerr's cheek...I was smitten. Me thinks I need to watch it AGAIN before it goes back!
So now I am reading a Bio of him. If what is written is true, he was not the nicest man. He was a diva. He drank a LOT. He was cheap. He worked for J. Edgar Hoover as a spy, watching and reporting on his then wife, Barbara Hutton (heiress to the Woolworth fortune) and like so many of the hearthrobs of that era was homosexual. He was in a long-term relationship with Randolf Scott...longer then any of his marriages. It seems even while he was married (as was Scott). He had 5 marriages and 1 daughter by Dyan Cannon. And spent years tripping on LSD.
But I don't care, because remember this is MY fantasy! If he were alive today and 50 years younger we would be together! He would flash that smile at me, caress me with those strong hands and swallow me up in that cleft chin of his. We would sit together on the love seat and watch each of the 72 movies he made while sipping champagne. He would make me laugh and then he would say...maureen, maureen, maureen.
Until next time...
I have become obsessed, and totally in love with Archibald Alec Leach...CARY GRANT! Ok, so he'd be over a hundred years old, but hey it's my fantasy :)~
I have been checking out movies from the library for quite a while now. A bit ago I decided to start watching the classics. There are so many I have never seen and I intended to start with Casablanca. Of course it was already checked out, so I decided that Breakfast at Tiffany's was the next best choice. I adored the movie and began getting Audrey Hepburn movies. I also had to read about her and finally watched the Jennifer Love Hewitt movie of Audrey's life. For some reason I always pictured Ms. Hepburn's life to have been one of priviledge. Boy, was I wrong. She had a very hard childhood. And she was very self depricating. One thing that struck me about the movies I watched was that she is obviously a young lady and her love interests were OLDER men! Seems very "forward" for the era of her movies. So far, with many cinematic choices still to go, my favorites are Breakfast at Tiffany's and Roman Holiday.
Then I took out Funny Girl and Funny Lady. I thirsted for information on Fanny Brice. I laboriously read her biography for hours on end. I wish I could find some video of her roles. She was a comic genius who portrayed herself as a poor child, when she really had many years of a comfortable childhood. She completely recreated herself to suit the needs of the time and her career. She was quite the business woman. And hopelessly in love with Nicky Arnstein who unlike the sauve gambler he was portrayed as in Funny Girl he was a suave criminal! He virtually abandoned Fanny and their two children. I guess it is true that the hardest of times can create the funniest of times...
One day, I found a 5 movie boxed set of Cary Grant movies...Ohhh la la! My lucky day! The first movie was Holiday. LOVED IT! And so began my infatuation with the oh so handsome, funny and charming Cary Grant. I love a light-hearted romantic comedy from any era, but these movies ("screwball comedies" as they were then dubbed)have captured my heart. And so did Mr. Grant (NOT Ed Asner! tee hee hee!) I watched Holiday 3 times. Then I watched The Awful Truth...repeatedly! His Girl Friday was interesting to me. His character was every bit as suave, but not so debonnaire. He was rather mean, but the eyes and the voice with his own special accent and the CLEFT CHIN...oh my gawd...that chin! Needless to say I swooned! I was not as thrilled with Only Angels Have Wings, but still a good vehicle for my man! This movie was attributed to the supposed line...JUDY, JUDY, JUDY, but he really only said JUDY one time! I replayed the scene a number of times just to be sure (and see my guy some more!) I think that my favorite, so far is An Affair To Remember. Nobody dons a tux like Cary (see, I am now on a first name basis with him!) And even though he is a wolf in sheeps clothing, he is charming and quick witted, loves his grandma! I cried as he stood, in the rain, at the Empire State Buiding while being stood up by his one true love, I have a thing for men's hands and he has strong hands that I want to hold me! And when he wiped the tears from Deborah Kerr's cheek...I was smitten. Me thinks I need to watch it AGAIN before it goes back!
So now I am reading a Bio of him. If what is written is true, he was not the nicest man. He was a diva. He drank a LOT. He was cheap. He worked for J. Edgar Hoover as a spy, watching and reporting on his then wife, Barbara Hutton (heiress to the Woolworth fortune) and like so many of the hearthrobs of that era was homosexual. He was in a long-term relationship with Randolf Scott...longer then any of his marriages. It seems even while he was married (as was Scott). He had 5 marriages and 1 daughter by Dyan Cannon. And spent years tripping on LSD.
But I don't care, because remember this is MY fantasy! If he were alive today and 50 years younger we would be together! He would flash that smile at me, caress me with those strong hands and swallow me up in that cleft chin of his. We would sit together on the love seat and watch each of the 72 movies he made while sipping champagne. He would make me laugh and then he would say...maureen, maureen, maureen.
Until next time...
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
AUTUMN...
I love the fall.
Blue skies with cotton candy clouds
Trees that look like G-D personally painted them
Breezy days
Crisp nights and blankies
Apples and peanut butter
I love the fall.
Until next time...
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
WHINY ND BITCHY
I have been trying to write a new blog for a long time. But each time I tried, nothing came. Or what did come totally sucked. Everything came out sounding whiny and bitchy. Hmmm, maybe that is the true me...whiny and bitchy.
But then I decided...it's my blog. If I want to write a whiny and bitchy blog, I can. And I am!
I am hot and cranky.
I am old and tired.
I am achy and breaky.
I am fat and wrinkly.
I am whiny and bitchy.
Until next time...
But then I decided...it's my blog. If I want to write a whiny and bitchy blog, I can. And I am!
I am hot and cranky.
I am old and tired.
I am achy and breaky.
I am fat and wrinkly.
I am whiny and bitchy.
Until next time...
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
AUGUST 27, 1997
I can’t believe how much time has passed
since we sat together, our hands clasped.
The years have gone from one to another
12 years later and I still miss my mother.
It hasn’t been an easy ride
from the moment I learned that you had died.
I sometimes forget that you have gone away
and I try to call you to share our day.
No more can you answer the telephone ring
but I do look to the sky and tell you things.
I miss you so much, and I’m glad you’re with dad
but even in the comfort of that it still leaves me sad.
Sometimes I feel so all alone
Daddy and you were my heart, my home.
I know I’m old now and should get over it
but sometimes inside I still feel like a little kid.
Twelve years have gone by and 12 more will too
its just hard to imagine and know what to do.
I’ll get by, as I always do
still missing and loving daddy and you.
Rest in peace mom, rest in peace.
Until next time.
since we sat together, our hands clasped.
The years have gone from one to another
12 years later and I still miss my mother.
It hasn’t been an easy ride
from the moment I learned that you had died.
I sometimes forget that you have gone away
and I try to call you to share our day.
No more can you answer the telephone ring
but I do look to the sky and tell you things.
I miss you so much, and I’m glad you’re with dad
but even in the comfort of that it still leaves me sad.
Sometimes I feel so all alone
Daddy and you were my heart, my home.
I know I’m old now and should get over it
but sometimes inside I still feel like a little kid.
Twelve years have gone by and 12 more will too
its just hard to imagine and know what to do.
I’ll get by, as I always do
still missing and loving daddy and you.
Rest in peace mom, rest in peace.
Until next time.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
50 YEARS OLD GOING ON 8
I just read on the AOL home page about von Bruun, an 88 year old man (yes, 88) that opened fire on the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C. I am sickened by this for so many reasons.
How does a man live to be 88 while harboring such hatred for people? And how can that same man walk into a museum filled with chidren and open fire? And how can a man perform such a heinous act in a place that pays homage to 6,ooo,ooo people that were murdered...and then commit murder?
I may be 50 years old, but I feel like a stupid kid. I don't understand this. I don't understand how someone can see the proof that the Holocaust DID happen and say it was a hoax? Ask the survivors. Ask the liberators. Ask the people that have been found guilty of participating. Ask the millions of people that lost their loved ones. IT DID HAPPEN and we can never, NEVER forget it. Nor forgive it.
As soon as I read this story it brought back memories of another shooting in a Jewish facility...a Jewish day care center nearly 10 years ago. Another anti-semetic, white supremist walked in and opened fire. Another place filled with children. The sickness in my stomach returned as I re-lived that day. Thank G-D that today no children were hurt. An innocent security guard was fatally shot. I don't mean to downplay that, but the fact that there were so many innocent children in the museum makes my blood boil even more. I think of the children shot in the shooting 10 years ago and tears roll down my face. I knew one that was shot and other kids that were there. And not only do they have to deal with the physical scars, how do you explain that they were victims merely because of their religion. How do you explain that there were 6,000,ooo people killed merely due to their religion. How do you explain that there are people filled with such hatred.
I would have thought that by 2009 there would be more tolerance. That there would be less racism, anti-semetism and hatred for people different from yourself. I guess I am wrong.
Please remember the Holocaust. Remember the victims. Remember the survivors. Remember the ones that lost their loved ones. Remember that it CAN happen again.
And pray (to whatever diety you pray to) that it doesn't happen ever again.
Until next time...
How does a man live to be 88 while harboring such hatred for people? And how can that same man walk into a museum filled with chidren and open fire? And how can a man perform such a heinous act in a place that pays homage to 6,ooo,ooo people that were murdered...and then commit murder?
I may be 50 years old, but I feel like a stupid kid. I don't understand this. I don't understand how someone can see the proof that the Holocaust DID happen and say it was a hoax? Ask the survivors. Ask the liberators. Ask the people that have been found guilty of participating. Ask the millions of people that lost their loved ones. IT DID HAPPEN and we can never, NEVER forget it. Nor forgive it.
As soon as I read this story it brought back memories of another shooting in a Jewish facility...a Jewish day care center nearly 10 years ago. Another anti-semetic, white supremist walked in and opened fire. Another place filled with children. The sickness in my stomach returned as I re-lived that day. Thank G-D that today no children were hurt. An innocent security guard was fatally shot. I don't mean to downplay that, but the fact that there were so many innocent children in the museum makes my blood boil even more. I think of the children shot in the shooting 10 years ago and tears roll down my face. I knew one that was shot and other kids that were there. And not only do they have to deal with the physical scars, how do you explain that they were victims merely because of their religion. How do you explain that there were 6,000,ooo people killed merely due to their religion. How do you explain that there are people filled with such hatred.
I would have thought that by 2009 there would be more tolerance. That there would be less racism, anti-semetism and hatred for people different from yourself. I guess I am wrong.
Please remember the Holocaust. Remember the victims. Remember the survivors. Remember the ones that lost their loved ones. Remember that it CAN happen again.
And pray (to whatever diety you pray to) that it doesn't happen ever again.
Until next time...
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
I AM SOOOO OVER IT!
I am soooo over it...winter.
I have had enough of it. Ok, I know that when it was 95 degrees and 95% humidity I was wishing for winter to arrive, but enough all ready. I suppose it is true...be careful what you wish for, as it may come true! And boy oh boy has it ever!
I'm tired of scraping snow and ice off of my car.
I'm tired of having those longgggggg drives to go a few short miles.
I'm tired of freezing.
I'm tired of canceled plans.
I'm just tired!!
But, alas I put it into perspective...sorta.
I chose to be here. I left the 11.5 months of sunshine behind to return to the tundra!
I chose to trade the warmth of the sun for the real life warmth of family.
I chose to give up the rocking and rolling of earthquakes for the stable ground...albeit snow covered.
I chose it.
I just wish it was winter for a little shorter amount of time.
And the teasers are so unfair! Today went from 50's to 30's in the drop of a hat...a wool hat with ear flaps!!
I suppose it could be worse...just gimme some more time to think about how!!!!
:)~
Until next time...
Saturday, November 01, 2008
JUST AN UPDATE FROM LIL' OLD ME...
I haven't done a bloggy in a long time. I haven't been in the creative mode to write one. Maybe you have been jumping for joy that I haven't written! Too bad...get over it!
I don't know what to write about...politics, the economy, the weather, the family, T.V or ...MEEEEEEEEE!
Politics are too controversial.
The economy is disheartening.
The weather is actually ok...today!
The family is well.
T.V is, well, t.v...enough said for now.
That leaves.................MEEEEEEEEE!
I had a monumental event happen a few weeks ago. I turned 50. I guess that makes me officially OLD. Even last year, on my 49th B-Day, 50 seemed so far away.
I am still young at heart. I don't think I look my age...close, but not quite there yet (and if you disagree...keep it to yourself!).
I don't necessarily think I act OLD. I feel OLD and rather decrepit, but I still think I act younger!
Maybe it really is just a number, I don't know. If that is all true, then why is it so hard to accept? Why do I write it in a tiny font?! Why can't I yell it at the top of my lungs...I AM 50?
Why, after looking forward to my AARP membership can I not bring myself to send it in? I deserve the discounts! I WANT the discounts!!
Maybe by the time I turn 51, I will be able to accept (and admit to) 50.
Maybe not!!!
Thank you to all that sent me Birthday wishes. They meant a lot to me and I treasure them...and you.
P.S....VOTE! (and I don't just mean on Dancing with the Stars!!!!)
Until next time...
Monday, September 15, 2008
THE TRUTH IS FREEING!
I had a bit of a cathartic experience last night...or really this morning.
I had fallen asleep while still on line. Around 2 am, I woke up and noticed I had an im from only 5 minutes before. It was from one of my ex employees from the Jewlery store.
Most of you know I had a horrible experience with that job. The company seemed to be one of a culture based on lies. I was treated horribly on many occassions, but none as bad as after the robbery. Or when we were closing. I had to fight and threaten lawsuits to get my final pay. They never kept their part of their obligations to me. I was asked to place myself and my staff in unsafe situations. And I fought for my staff...on more then one occassion. I was also treated with disrespect and meaness from the employees on more then once.
Well, I guess I was too tired to censure my thoughts...or my typing!
This person asked if I ever spoke to one of the other employees. My response was "NO and I have no intention of ever speaking to her"! I then proceeded to tell her how she and all the rest of them treated me like a piece of shit. That they were disrespectul, mean, nasty and childish and made a bad situation even worse for me.
I let it out. I have let it fester inside for a long time...over a year now. And for a moment it made me irate to even think about it. But then, when I went back to bed...I fell soundly asleep. I think I freed myself of some hurt and pain.
I hope I learned a lesson from this. When I am angry, I need to let it out. Tell the person, or people, that they hurt me. And never allow them to do it to me again. Once...shame on them. Twice...shame on me.
I hope I can put that whole experience behind once and for all. As my friend said to me today...my jobs may not pay enough or be perfect, but I am treated with respect and dignity...and it is safe. I guess in a way that is priceless.
Until next time...
I had fallen asleep while still on line. Around 2 am, I woke up and noticed I had an im from only 5 minutes before. It was from one of my ex employees from the Jewlery store.
Most of you know I had a horrible experience with that job. The company seemed to be one of a culture based on lies. I was treated horribly on many occassions, but none as bad as after the robbery. Or when we were closing. I had to fight and threaten lawsuits to get my final pay. They never kept their part of their obligations to me. I was asked to place myself and my staff in unsafe situations. And I fought for my staff...on more then one occassion. I was also treated with disrespect and meaness from the employees on more then once.
Well, I guess I was too tired to censure my thoughts...or my typing!
This person asked if I ever spoke to one of the other employees. My response was "NO and I have no intention of ever speaking to her"! I then proceeded to tell her how she and all the rest of them treated me like a piece of shit. That they were disrespectul, mean, nasty and childish and made a bad situation even worse for me.
I let it out. I have let it fester inside for a long time...over a year now. And for a moment it made me irate to even think about it. But then, when I went back to bed...I fell soundly asleep. I think I freed myself of some hurt and pain.
I hope I learned a lesson from this. When I am angry, I need to let it out. Tell the person, or people, that they hurt me. And never allow them to do it to me again. Once...shame on them. Twice...shame on me.
I hope I can put that whole experience behind once and for all. As my friend said to me today...my jobs may not pay enough or be perfect, but I am treated with respect and dignity...and it is safe. I guess in a way that is priceless.
Until next time...
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