Sunday, October 26, 2008

If it's not one thing

I have a cold. I didn't have a cold when I went to work Friday, but I had one Saturday morning. It always irritates me when I get sick on a weekend and have to waste a perfectly good day off.

Or in this case, 2 good days.

I'm trying to be brave here, but it's not easy.
  • I'm breathing through my mouth, when I breathe at all.
  • I can't find my cold medicine - probably because I don't have any and if I did it would be outdated because I haven't needed any in a long time and I'm too sick to go get any.
  • I ran out of tissues with lotion about 4 hours ago and my nose hurts.
  • My eyes are dry and will only half open so I can only half see through these trifocals.
  • I'm tired of soup. Soup, soup, soup, soup.
  • And I'm cranky. I have been remarkably sanguine (No, really I have been) through this whole ordeal, but now I'm cranky. Cranky, cranky, cranky.

Cranky.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Did you miss me?

I just got back from a short trip to Los Angeles. The trip was much less "traumatic" than last time. Maybe that's because I was in such a state for the three weeks prior.

Just so you know, let me repeat that it's not the flying that bothers me. It's the airplanes and the airports. They aren't all that concerned about making things easy for me.

I'll give you an example: at the Dallas Airport I had to change planes. My incoming flight landing on one side of the airport and my outgoing flight took off from the other side, catty-cornered so it was as far away as possible. I was suppose to have a 40 minute window to make the second flight, but the incoming plane landed on one side of the field and had to taxi to the other side. By the time I deplaned from the first plane, the other plane was already loading and I almost missed it. THEN on the way back I had a 2 hour layover in Phoenix - I arrived and departed at the same gate.

I took a short nap on the plane but I woke myself up when I snorted. I think it was me, but I blamed it on the old lady next to me who was also napping. She was on her way to see an old boyfriend. They were both widowed and he got to thinking about her and had looked her up and, to make a short story even shorter, after 2 weeks she was thinking of moving in with him. I'm not sure if that was romantic or just stupid, but (1) he had his own place, (2) she met his family, and (3) she had that teen-age-"I've got a new boyfriend"-look on her face so I'm going for romantic. May she always have that love light in her eyes.

At the 2-hr layover, I talked with a woman who was on her way "back home" to help her father. He had recently put his wife/her mother in a nursing home because he couldn't care for her at home any longer. She had early onset Alzheimer's that had progressed rapidly. The woman left a new grandbaby in Arizona. The baby was born with heart problems and she couldn't attend to her parents until she knew that her daughter and grandchild were doing well.

And so goes the circle of life.

Remember when I came back from a trip in June and I met a woman at the airport who couldn't remember what parking lot she'd left her car in? Would you believe that this time while I was waiting for the shuttle, the woman next to me asked which shuttle took you to the parking area. I said it would depend on which lot you're in. She had no idea where she'd parked over a month ago except it cost $6 a day. She said she'd ask the driver of one of the shuttles the name of the lot where she parked. ... Ohhh kaaay, I'm sure he'll remember.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Paradise Lost

There's no place like here.

Unless you're somewhere else.

And I wish I was.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Hettie and Me

Friday was my birthday. I'm a year older than I was a week ago.

For my birthday, I bought myself the complete collection of the Hettie Wainthrop mysteries on DVD. Normally I get my movies at the used book store for about a $1, but I splurged on Hettie's shows and I don't regret it one bit.

For those of you not familiar with Hettie Wainthtrop Investigates, it's a British mystery drama starring a past-middle age woman who decided on her 60th birthday that she wasn't old enough to be put out to pasture and decided to become a private investigator. She works with her husband and a young apprentice.

I love mysteries. I can relate to an old lady who likes to boss everybody around and has a young sidekick who admires and respects her. I get a glimpse into the lives of families on the other side of the world, that are so familiar to us yet still different, even strange.

The only problem with watching so much British TV is that the little voices inside my head are beginning to speak with British accents. It's so pretentious.

Friday, October 10, 2008

On my soapbox

An article on MSNBC today discussed the potential end to American-style capitalism related to what they called “The worst financial crisis since the Great Depression.”

Well, they gave their opinion now I want to give mine on a related topic.

What caused the financial debacle that is threatening the American way of life and jeopardizing my retirement?

GREED

Greed led to unethical, immoral, and corrupt business practices.

Let’s start with the wage gap between many of America’s CEOs and the workers. There is a gap between a company’s executives and their workers. There’s nothing inherently wrong with the executives making more money than the workers. It’s the American way to work yourself up from the lowest job to the top spot and make more money with each promotion. Money (as well as power) is a great incentive. Few Americans will argue that the boss shouldn’t be making more money.

However, ----- in too many companies today the current gap between an executive’s pay and the average worker is obscene, even immoral. The following articles give startlingly and infuriating facts and figures as they warn of the economic dangers about the disproportion pay.

2007 - Pay Gap Between CEOs and Workers Now a Chasm, Carl Levin, United States Senate

2005 - U.S.: Pay Gap Widens Between CEOs and Workers, Common Dreams

And it’s not just in America. This article from the United Kingdom, “Commitment of workers 'undermined' by huge salary gap with management”, warned in 2003 that “failure to resolve [the pay gap] issue could damage long-term economic growth.”

1999 – Responsible Wealth urged companies to set a ratio between the top executive and the lowest paid worker, thereby linking the executives’ pay to the workers’. This article also points out that huge pay raises for CEOs often follows layoffs and cuts in benefits.

Greed often comes from a sense of entitlement which is the belief that “what I want is what I get, and you have to give it to me.”

SENSE OF ENTITLEMENT

Many executives have a greedy sense of entitlement that makes them keep increasing their benefits while stomping on the workers. They see their peers getting more and more and they feel they’re entitled to more and more and more. Even when they fail they feel they deserve a multimillion dollar severance package and SOME FOOL gives it to them.

But you know this is where the workers share something with the bosses. They also have a sense of entitlement. I’ve heard fellow workers express the belief that their supervisor doesn’t have the right to tell them what to do, I’ve seen smokers who think they’re entitled to a break at least once an hour just because they smoke, I have a co-worker who thinks he should stop working when his work is “done”, but still get paid for 8 hours (our work is never ending so how does he know when he’s “done”?). This same co-worker thinks he should get a raise and/or bonus every year just because he comes to work most days and stays most of the 8 hours.

Don’t get me started on politicians and their “sense of entitlement” for themselves and the people who vote for them. It’s what adds billions of dollars for weird local projects onto good bills. It’s what made their heath care and retirement benefits so enviable while many of their voters have neither. They do get higher taxes to help pay for the politician’s perks!

I’m tired. These people make me tired. What ever happened to “An honest day’s pay for an honest day’s work”? Does nobody but me (and Peter Bower) remember John Wayne’s “We’re burning daylight”?

Do I have a solution?

Nobody will listen to me. I’m just a worker. But I do have a big foot and a nice pair of clodhoppers that might get things started in the right direction if applied to the right place.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

What I did today.

I got my driver's license renewed today. Just saying in case you wanted to know.

When I got to the BMV (Bureau of Motor Vehicles), I read the sign that said "You will need the following to renew your license." It had 3 items all labeled with the number 1. I couldn't figure out if that meant you only needed one of the 3 or if they were all important or what, but I didn't have any of those things. I still got my license.

I was impressed with how clean and uncrowded it was, as well as how polite the staff was. Not like the old days in a neighboring county where they made the staff pass a nasty test before they hired them and the floor had never seen the sunny side of a wet mop.

To get ready for the eye exam, I cleaned my glasses with a glass cloth and cleaner I found in my purse, but it left a blurry film over the lenses. By the way, I can get free re-fills of that cleaner from a large national chain store whenever I want. Which I don't. I tried breathing on the lenses and wiping them off with my cotton blouse. Low tech, but it worked.

Anyway, I sat down to take the vision test and I couldn't tell if the first 4 characters of line 5 were numbers or letters but they all looked the same. I backed up and tried 'er again. At least there was a difference but they could have been Greek letters for all I knew. So I backed up and tried 'er again. I'm still not sure what those 4 things were, but the other characters looked clearer so I mumbled 4 likely letters/numbers and followed up with 8 more distinct answers. It worked.

Then I had to go see the woman who asks personal questions like how much do you weigh, what color is your hair, are you a felon. I lied about my weight, of course, and I didn't say my hair was gray because tomorrow it might be brown or blonde or even red.

The questioner had a slight accent and I had to pay close attention to understand her. Which was good that I did because when she asked if I had any hearing impairment that would prevent me from operating a motor vehicle I was able to understand enough of the sentence that I didn't go, "Eh? Speak up!"

Driving is as much an adventure when you get old as when you're young. Just in a different way.

Monday, October 06, 2008

How rude!

I had a dream this morning that I was at the staff meeting at work. I hate dreaming that I'm working when I'm not at the office. It's so tiring.

Anyhoo as the saying goes ......

Because we have staff in more than one state, our staff meetings are always conference calls. In my dream, we had moved the meeting outside to a park - complete with the phone and a very long extension cord.

I was relaxing in a lounge chair next to the conference table and was perturbed because someone was snoring so loudly that I couldn't hear what the staff in other states was saying.

When I sat up and complained, "Who is that snoring?" all my co-workers stood up and pointed at me.

Wasn't that rude of them to call me out like that?

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Not much. How 'bout you?

Today is the first day of October. Just in case you didn't know.

It finally feels like fall. Not even 70 degrees. I love this weather. Does anybody know where it stays between 60 and 72 all year round, with lots of sun shine and only occassional rain?

I'm looking for paradise and as close as I could come was a couple of dice in the game drawer.


Get it? A couple of dice? Pair of dice?