It’s Not the End of the World

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In April of 2009 I quit my job as a legal assistant for a work at home job….and it didn’t work out….my “employer” ended up not having the ability to pay me when his financial backing backed out. I hadn’t been out of work a day in my life since I started working and I didn’t know what to do, where my next rent payment would come from and how on earth I was going to feed the family on one salary when we’d been barely making it on two.

This is not the first time I’ve dealt with a life changing circumstance.

First, I told myself, be positive. I said self, “I have always been employed, it stands to reason that I am a reliable, important employee and someone needs me or I’d have been out of work a little more often.”

It was scary, eye opening and now that I look back without my rose colored glasses – I should’ve known better than to make an emotional decision. At the heart of the whole thing, I hated my job and it wasn’t the job, it was my boss. He had a way of making you feel like the smartest dumbass on the block and he was the only one that could bring the genius out. I had to part ways with that man and I took the first train out. If I had thought it through more, I would have realized that making that jump was a bad idea.

Suddenly, two weeks after my 30th birthday, I realized I didn’t have a paycheck coming and made the first of what I expected to be a few phone calls to borrow money until I got a job, from my family. I was very fortunate that I had someone that I could call, then I touched up my resume, which I’d been doing for a while anyways so there wasn’t much to be done there, and then I started scouring the area for jobs.

I was scared of what would happen, uncertain of our future and not sure how long it would be until I found another job, let’s face it, they’re not in the plentiful supply that some of us have been used to in other times. I found a job though, and it happened quicker than I expected, I have a large skillset to offer as well reliability, accountability and consistency. My resume speaks for me and I can interview pretty well most of the time.

“When your work speaks for itself, don’t interrupt.” -Henry Kaiser 1882 – 1967

It wasn’t the end of the world, as with most trials that we face in life, it was scary but I survived. Hardships in life present themselves for two reasons, you bring it on yourself with a bad decision, or you have an external influence that screws the pooch, the pooch being you.

Ultimately, you have two choices in facing it, play the victim and feel sorry for yourself or formulate a plan and take action to solve the problem. It’s up to you, but know this….a bad situation doesn’t have to be the end of the world.



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I’ve been fairly quiet about this up until now but I’ve come full circle and I’m pissed off.

Just before my birthday I put notice in at my job because I thought I had a great new work at home gig. For three weeks I worked like crazy, through the weeks’ notice I gave I worked during my lunch hour and after work.

After that, the first full two weeks of working for this company I worked my butt off, constantly thinking of new things, twitting on twitter, making phone calls, doing everything I could to promote this business, to do my job.

Then I got my paycheck, nice and healthy, I was delighted, paid some bills with the hubby’s check and deposited mine.

Four days later the bank rejected it, instituted a $10 returned check fee and gave us overdraft fees for two things that had gone through our account. I called my “boss” and told him and he said he was going to call the bank and figure out what happened. When I didn’t hear back for a few hours, I called him back, knowing a phone call to check the status of a bank account doesn’t take very long.

Not good news. I’ve still not been paid to date for the work I did. Last week I took it all down.

I’m still without pay for an entire month. My bills are starting to come due and I’m beginning to freak out. But this asshole can sleep at night somehow.

I had an interview today, but if they offer me the job I’m gonna have to turn it down because my current wardrobe won’t be suitable for their office and the job is a $7 paycut from my last job so I certainly can’t afford to buy clothes to suit the job.

How can someone do that to another person? Knowing I have a family that relies on my income? I should get a get outta jail free card so I can drive to Kentucky and kick his ass.



Wendy’s Weekly Take: Mad As Hell

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Americans are furious.

We are furious that some CEOs are getting bonuses by way of taxpayer money. We are furious that 60 days after Obama took office the economy isn’t fixed. We are mad that we are spending money we don’t have. We are mad we’re losing our jobs and homes. We are mad as hell.

We should be, but not for what’s going on right here and now, but for the events that brought us to this moment in our collective history. Some people say that this is all the previous administration’s fault. It is not. This has been going on for some time, over decades and under many different administrations.

Let’s start with Ronald Reagan. Reagan was famous for saying, “Government isn’t the solution; it’s the problem. And there we went. From there on out, the powers that be started chipping away at the regulation put into place at the time of the Great Depression (the ones put into place so we’d never see another Great Depression). The markets were free to do whatever the hell they want.

Under Clinton, the Gramm-Leach-Biley Act was passed which repealed the Glass Steagall Act of 1932 which prohibited a bank from offering investment, commercial banking and insurance services. This was done because the banks were in our legislators pockets. In fairness to Clinton, this was a republican bill. But he signed it. From this act, AIG emerged, and Citigroup and JP Morgan Chase. And things were going fine for awhile. CEOs started making bigger and bigger bonuses. Success should be rewarded. And apparently, CEOs think that their own success should be rewarded at a rate of 200 times the amount of its average worker.

Money Grab

In the 1990’s we saw another thing happening: Globalization. CEOs figured out that they could send American jobs overseas and pay someone in 3rd world country $200 a month to do the same job. By the end of the decade, nearly all of our manufacturing jobs were placed overseas. The money the companies were saving in labor meant more profit and of course more bonuses for the CEOs. All the while, we stupidly went on buying their products while our jobs were being shipped away.

During the time of 2000 and now, wages went down. We settled for jobs making less money because we believed that our work wasn’t worth as much as it used to be. And our incomes declined. Wall Street made bets (aka credit default swaps) on whether or not we’d go belly up on our mortgages. And when we started walking away from our debts because we didn’t have our jobs anymore (and because we figured out we were duped with the whole adjustable rate mortgage thing), Wall Street lost their bets.

Now we have to bailout AIG, JP Morgan Chase, and Citigroup because they are too big to fail. And they are. They hold most of American wealth. If they no longer existed, our economy would collapse. But they are only too big to fail because Congress gave them the power to be. So when you hear them say the government is too big, remember this was all caused by shrinking the government. Our government didn’t work for us, the people. THAT should make you mad as hell.


What do Teachers Make?

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The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education.

He argued, ‘What’s a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?’

He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: ‘Those who can, do. Those who can’t, teach.’

To emphasize his point he said to another guest; ‘You’re a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?’

Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, ‘You want to know what I make?

(She paused for a second, then began…)

‘Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.

I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can’t
make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental.

You want to know what I make?’ (She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table.)

”I make kids wonder.

I make them question.

I make them apologize and mean it.

I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.

I teach them to write and then I make them write.

Keyboarding isn’t everything.

I make them read, read, read.

I make them show all their work in math. They use their God-given brain, not the man-made calculator.

I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity.

I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.

I make my students stand, placing their hand over their heart to say the
Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, One Nation Under God, because we live in
the United States of America .

I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work
hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life. ‘

(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)

‘Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn’t everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant… You want to know what I make?

I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make Mr. CEO?’

His jaw dropped, he went silent.

I got this in email today and had to share it. I’ve always thought teachers were very special people to take on a classroom of children from different backgrounds, total strangers looking to that teacher for direction, wow what a job – and a responsibility.

I do good being responsible for one child, much less more than 10-30 kids!

Take a moment and applaud your kids’ teachers today, let them know how much you appreciate their hard work for the benefit of your child. If you haven’t had any children yet, think about your favorite teacher in school and be thankful for them.

It shouldn’t take a special day, or a horrible event to make us take notice of the overwhelming job that they do, much of the time with little to no appreciation.

What did your favorite teacher teach you?