As I cleaned my room this morning, looking for my Verizon Bill, I found all kinds of "notes" scribbled on random scraps of paper.
Old lists, goals, work notes, recipies. All manner of trash that I'd set down then lost in the mess. Most of them no longer have any importance. Some just don't make since.
Exhibit A, on one bit, in tiny messy cursive, that took me five minutes to decipher, were these lines.
I am 1 person, but not an only child.
I like to let my hair down, but I did not grow up wild.
Dare devil, risk takere can be applied to me
Simply because I am FREE
A wind blown mess may adorn my head
I love the out doors...
The jungles was my playground, the sea my back yard.
Random ain't? I have no clue why I wrote that on the back of a used sticky. It could be someone elses thoughts for all I know. As far as I'm concerned, it's jibberish with no meaning. But I gotta admit it makes me wonder, what was going through my head?
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Job fair thoughts
It's funny how job fairs work. It's almost like Costco, the free samples and information to tell you how amazing their company is and why you want to work for them. They're selling you're buying.
But once you show interest the tables change. Suddenly you're the one giving the sales pitch trying to convince them you are the employee of thier dreams. You're selling yourself. Funny, ain't, how it's not ok to sell another person, but we sell ourselves all the time and are applauded when our price is good.
But maybe it's not quite buying and selling. Maybe the companies are fishermen, trying to get a bite. Once we chomp they reel us in, and then it's up to us to convince them why we shouldn't be tossed back.
More often than naught life seems to sweep me up in it's net. One minute I'm swimming in a resonable direction, next thing I know I'm flopping on deck, going who knows where.
Life definately takes some interesting, unexpected turns. Job fairs are an open doorway, a portal patiently waiting for you to cross the threshold. Who know's you might end up. You might end up on the seven seas, sailing with Cap'n Fishguts. You just can't tell.
But once you show interest the tables change. Suddenly you're the one giving the sales pitch trying to convince them you are the employee of thier dreams. You're selling yourself. Funny, ain't, how it's not ok to sell another person, but we sell ourselves all the time and are applauded when our price is good.
But maybe it's not quite buying and selling. Maybe the companies are fishermen, trying to get a bite. Once we chomp they reel us in, and then it's up to us to convince them why we shouldn't be tossed back.
More often than naught life seems to sweep me up in it's net. One minute I'm swimming in a resonable direction, next thing I know I'm flopping on deck, going who knows where.
Life definately takes some interesting, unexpected turns. Job fairs are an open doorway, a portal patiently waiting for you to cross the threshold. Who know's you might end up. You might end up on the seven seas, sailing with Cap'n Fishguts. You just can't tell.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
FINALLY!!!....
...my little sisters are going to experience Wicked.
Ah, Leila, what manner of monster have you created?
Ah, Leila, what manner of monster have you created?
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