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I have once again been transplanted to yet another state where I am told that this will be my home forever and ever. But I'm not holding my breath. Maybe I will maybe I won't. But if the tide turns I will be going out on it otherwise I will be stranded on the shore. What I want most in the world is a job. Not so much a paycheck, or a 'career'. A job. Something that NEEDS to be done so I can do it and everyone else's life will be better/easier for it. Unfortunately, I am now old, everything I am licensed and qualified to do in other states is not legal for me to do in whatever state I happen to be in at any given moment and I usually have to spend a fortune getting legal in my current state, only to have someone come home and say "Guess what, Honey!!! I'm so excited! We are moving!!" yay I am - a perpetual student. 9 times out of 10 I already know more than the instructor for whatever the hell course I am taking because I've done it already. Those that can do, those that haven't teach. What hurts me in this vast gathering of certifications, licenses, and experience is that no matter where I am my certs are not recognized unless I spend more money. Ummmm, I don't have money 'cause I can't seem to find anyone hiring except for Starbucks these days. I want a job. Now I am transplanted to a state that has thrown another rock in my path. I need to learn to speak spanish. Ok. Can do. Will. Then will probably be relocated in the far northeast where the other common language is French. I shoulda paid more attention in highschool. So what does a person who is slightly over average intelligence, multifaceted and exprienced do to make a buck? No no no, I don't have a smart ass answer for that. I'm asking the question.................WHAT DO I DO????? For now I guess I will continue to tan on a daily basis and try to pass for an ethnicity other then my own so I can get a job. Maybe check that 'other' box when it asks for my race (although that information will not be used to disqualify me) Yeah, right. My name does not reflect my true heritage. It's 'ethnic', I'll put it that way. So I go into interviews and people are shocked at how lily white I am. I gotta give credit though to the ones that can look me in the face and say "'Right now we are filling quotas that reflect the ethnic make-up and demographics of this area." QUE???????????? Let's talk about DMV. I don't like DMV. I just want to drive my car. I studied the handbook. "Appointments are recommended". I went, I tried to find a book written in English. I searched, I asked, I used sign language and couldn't get a driver's handbook in English. Meanwhile the walk-ins just cruised on ahead of me getting their 'valid California ID'. I have been licensed to drive for over 30 years in multiple states (remember I already told you I am old) And I have to take a driving road test. For some reason this is scarier than when I tested at the ripe age of 16. Not because I am afraid I will fail, but because I know there are alot more idiot drivers out there than when I was a kid. Back then we took it a little more seriously. We earned it. It wasn't a given. No one got their license even when they couldn't drive because it would bruise their self esteem. You didn't demonstrate good driving skills - you didn't get your license. Period. With one exception I have never had a problem. And it was my own stupidity. Icy bridges and people from warm climates don't mix well in the first year. That's all I'm saying about that. Kids. I've got 3 really good ones. I gave up 20 years of productivity in the eyes of the world to turn out 3 children who have: 1) Never been stopped by a cop. 2) Never been involved with drugs. 3) Never been on state assistance. 4) Never had kids of their own while still kids themselves. 5) Never moved back home to live with me. 6) Never run up credit cards or filed bankruptcy. 7) 2 have served their country and 1 works herself silly.  Graduated with real diplomas and on time. 9) Have no plans to go on Jerry Springer. I'm not manager material apparently because I demand accountability and responsibility. My kids are proof. I was actually told that I would not be able to manage problem employees because I don't have experience with problem children. NOT true. LOTS of the neighbor's kids were problems for me. I just didn't put up with stupid shit from my own kids. I put up with problem adults. That's my real strength. Parents. We all got them. Mine is a problem. I have now become the parent or my mother. There will be much to read about that in future posts. Siblings. Most of us have them. 2 of us turned out fairly normal. 1 is screwed in the head and has been wired wrong from birth. Actually he kind of takes after our mother. Both of them are total historical revisionists. They can rewrite a truth on the fly faster than broadband internet downloads a spam site. That is a contributing factor to my spending most of my life in exile from my home state. I am now back in the state of my birth and as suspected I have had to go on a search and destroy mission to kill the demons from my past. My current husband (#3 to be exact) has been pretty much speechless. He has learned that my silence about my family has been a self-protective mechanism all these years and that what little he DID know before coming here pales in comparison to what he has learned since. He now knows I am damaged goods and knows why I threw up a time or two when I learned we were coming back here. He might even suspect that I deliberately deflated the tires on the moving van while we were crossing Ohio. Don't know for sure. But I swear it wasn't me. Good Brother and I have reconnected which has scared the crap out of the Mother. All the things she told me about him and why I should never talk to him again have proven false. And I do mean ALL of them. Turns out he had a list of reasons she gave him why he should never talk to me again either. Nice Mom, eh? We have spent years in turmoil thinking we were psychologically disturbed for believing we remembered things from out past in a negative way. Boy howdy, when we finally got together and started spilling the beans and confirming for each other that what we remembered really did happen the way we remembered it, you could hear the panic in the Mother's voice. Lord help me I am enjoying her panic. God knows we lived with panic damn near all our childhood. Oh look at the time! Gotta run! |
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4/28/2008 10:38 am |
Ahh Miss CRUISER, we have landed in California - my home state. First time for the Hubby. He got a wonderful job here and wither he goest....... I have applied for the Starbucks job, it just doesn't look like a real long term position, although it is right across the street where we live. California is making my life miserable for doing nails because I will have to return to school for about 7 months to the tune of lots of dollars before I can test here. So I will job myself out to collect enough money for that. In the meantime, I forgot how stinking hot it is here! And it's only 30 days in to Spring! LOLOL!
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 4/28/2008 10:18 am |
First off, it's good to see you, it's been a while. Why in the world did you move? And where in the heck are you....sounds like your living in another country  Why not take a job at starbucks or some place like that, while you continue to look for another. You might just meet someone along the way who could help you find a job you would like. Are there no nail places that are higher? Good luck
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