!!!!!!!!!! I'M HIRED !!!!!!!!!!!
Ladies and Gentlemen, at long last, I am finally leaving the great unwashed masses on the unemployment line. It's been almost 2 years --- August 2007 --- since I got my last support check. I've been living on my savings, my assests, trying to make it all work, trying to keep it together.... and I've managed to keep the house, keep the food on the table and the billz (mostly) paid. It hurt to lose my company, my dream of ownership, ... but it hurt even more, with all the resume I've built for myself, to be feeling so desperate, so scared.
I'm hired. It's the food sales rep job, I'll be selling high-end gourmet products to the kitchens of hotels, hopstials, universities... big institutions. I'll be a road warrior, and it will be really hard, but the base salary is WELL worth it, and then commission on top... and I can do this, this is a great opportunity.
Thank you all, for all the positive energy. It worked. My offical start date is May 11th.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
JOB!!
News, news, news:
I am the Top Contender for the sales position. New interview, with the regional sales manager, Wednesday morning, he makes his decision on Friday.
And, can I just say? I re-wrote that sentence and played with the caps, punctuation, and "tone" of it... more than any Guy would? I did. Bloggosphere brutal honesty all being put forth...It took me a couple of trys to own the fact.
I'm a Contender. I could be Somebody.
I am a top candidate for a plum sales job. A delicious job. One that will take grit, hard work, and skill to cultivate. One that I could start my own satellite sales office, eventually. And it wasn't through social or family connections. Me. Myself. I did this on my own merit.
No favors, no help... I'm getting in, on my own merit?
GOOOOD, hire me. Please. Just for this, I will PWN this.
But you all know me, so, know this is enormous for me...They like me. They like Me. MY resume. My inteviews. ME. By my own steam, I GOT this far.
I am the Top Contender for the sales position. New interview, with the regional sales manager, Wednesday morning, he makes his decision on Friday.
And, can I just say? I re-wrote that sentence and played with the caps, punctuation, and "tone" of it... more than any Guy would? I did. Bloggosphere brutal honesty all being put forth...It took me a couple of trys to own the fact.
I'm a Contender. I could be Somebody.
I am a top candidate for a plum sales job. A delicious job. One that will take grit, hard work, and skill to cultivate. One that I could start my own satellite sales office, eventually. And it wasn't through social or family connections. Me. Myself. I did this on my own merit.
No favors, no help... I'm getting in, on my own merit?
GOOOOD, hire me. Please. Just for this, I will PWN this.
But you all know me, so, know this is enormous for me...They like me. They like Me. MY resume. My inteviews. ME. By my own steam, I GOT this far.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
MF'ing F'ing F'ing Cancer
I'm still waiting to hear on the sales job. At least it's not a "no" right? I keep telling myself that, but damn, it's killing me. Two more days, and then I call them. Two more days.
In other news, and the news is bad: one of my cousins' husbands, one who I actually like and have respect for, had a lump on his neck, that, VERY-long-story-short (and possible malpractice lawsuit) his 2nd doctor has said it is stage-4 cancer. He had to have it, plus his tonsils, plus everything else they could get, out in surgery immediately, and now he's about to enter, what the good, 2nd doc called, "the fight of his life"... they are being very aggressive with both chemo and radiation.
I talked to B, his sister-in-law, today. He's lost 22 pounds in a month. He is living on bread, butter, eggs, and smoothies, due to the pain of the surgery. And The Family is reeling. Fucking frozen in shock, they have no idea what to do or how to handle it. (OMG!! That's the worst thing, they don't KNOW. They are flusted and clueless and frozen, now!)
My Dad's side has never had cancer in the family before --it's an evil, evil fucker. I know cancer. I have had cancer taking people I've loved from me before I hit my double-digits. Fucking cancer. The only Nemesis I have in this life... fucking cancer.
The saddest thing, the one that cuts me deepest in my heart: My dad "straddles" these two families. He's never, never shirked or run from the hard stuff when it was the cancer, killing someone; Dad was there for my Mom AND anyone of Mom's Family, thought many dark hours of dying and death, for four decades. My whole life. my dad's conversation with his brother. And, to understand this conversation... my father, before he ever became a United States Marine, was (ahem, illegally) on the Coast Guard boats dredgeing for a dead body in Strathmere Bay when he was ... still a kid ...11? 13? He grew up in a family of brothers. He grew up in a family of tough Irish-Scot scrappers, military men, survivors. He is a MAN among men. He's sat through a BILLION orthopaedic surgeries, he's seen death a million times, my father, he's... a rock. He's the guy who I told my mom -don't you call me, let Dad call me, when the shit hits the fan, (too many sobbing phone calls, about things that were Not Death.) My father? the man is granite in bad times. OLD School. And my Uncle is cut from the same effing cloth. Unc is a Navy guy, was head ofhis owncompany, and let's jsut say a eteran of the dark side of
Fucking cancer. This fucking disease has taken more people from my life, the beautiful, the kind, the loving... fuck fucking cancer.
So after getting off the phone with B, I went to the store, and made the Tuscan White Bean soup, pureed extra smooth, and using my Best Practices when it comes to safety and sanitation and safe food handling procedures. I made the recipe with as many calories, vitamins, nutirents as I could pack into it via heavy cream, extra veggies, and the best of the best products I could find - everything glowing with Life. The whole time I cooked it, I kept repeating, over the chopping, over the pot, as I cooled it: this is not for an invalid. This is Warrior Soup. This will make him strong for the fight. I put all the positive, healing energy I have into every moment of making this soup... this is magic soup. I imbued it with power and all the Christ Consciousness and surround it, even now, with pure White Light. And I consciously remembered EVERY strong, good memory of my cousin-in-law as I did it, the way he was the ONLY one who had the balls to tell me what he really thought of the Fef. Of him marrying my cousin (into this family? and her, in particular? are you kidding me? fuggedaboudit, that is True Courage, my friends). Of his old Corvette, which he adored, and that he studied martial arts when we were younger... all the things that made him, him, and really cool, from the moment I first met him. Of the husband-and-fatherly gallows humor that, as I listened to it one family party down the shore, basically inspired/freed me to say "OK" to Mr. 21, and then later to the threesome with Mr. 21 and Gypsy.
God DAMN it, and even this is unfinished, rough... real life calls and it's onme. Sorry to break so abruptly. This is NOT the respect my cousin-in-law deserves.
In other news, and the news is bad: one of my cousins' husbands, one who I actually like and have respect for, had a lump on his neck, that, VERY-long-story-short (and possible malpractice lawsuit) his 2nd doctor has said it is stage-4 cancer. He had to have it, plus his tonsils, plus everything else they could get, out in surgery immediately, and now he's about to enter, what the good, 2nd doc called, "the fight of his life"... they are being very aggressive with both chemo and radiation.
I talked to B, his sister-in-law, today. He's lost 22 pounds in a month. He is living on bread, butter, eggs, and smoothies, due to the pain of the surgery. And The Family is reeling. Fucking frozen in shock, they have no idea what to do or how to handle it. (OMG!! That's the worst thing, they don't KNOW. They are flusted and clueless and frozen, now!)
My Dad's side has never had cancer in the family before --it's an evil, evil fucker. I know cancer. I have had cancer taking people I've loved from me before I hit my double-digits. Fucking cancer. The only Nemesis I have in this life... fucking cancer.
The saddest thing, the one that cuts me deepest in my heart: My dad "straddles" these two families. He's never, never shirked or run from the hard stuff when it was the cancer, killing someone; Dad was there for my Mom AND anyone of Mom's Family, thought many dark hours of dying and death, for four decades. My whole life. my dad's conversation with his brother. And, to understand this conversation... my father, before he ever became a United States Marine, was (ahem, illegally) on the Coast Guard boats dredgeing for a dead body in Strathmere Bay when he was ... still a kid ...11? 13? He grew up in a family of brothers. He grew up in a family of tough Irish-Scot scrappers, military men, survivors. He is a MAN among men. He's sat through a BILLION orthopaedic surgeries, he's seen death a million times, my father, he's... a rock. He's the guy who I told my mom -don't you call me, let Dad call me, when the shit hits the fan, (too many sobbing phone calls, about things that were Not Death.) My father? the man is granite in bad times. OLD School. And my Uncle is cut from the same effing cloth. Unc is a Navy guy, was head ofhis owncompany, and let's jsut say a eteran of the dark side of
Fucking cancer. This fucking disease has taken more people from my life, the beautiful, the kind, the loving... fuck fucking cancer.
So after getting off the phone with B, I went to the store, and made the Tuscan White Bean soup, pureed extra smooth, and using my Best Practices when it comes to safety and sanitation and safe food handling procedures. I made the recipe with as many calories, vitamins, nutirents as I could pack into it via heavy cream, extra veggies, and the best of the best products I could find - everything glowing with Life. The whole time I cooked it, I kept repeating, over the chopping, over the pot, as I cooled it: this is not for an invalid. This is Warrior Soup. This will make him strong for the fight. I put all the positive, healing energy I have into every moment of making this soup... this is magic soup. I imbued it with power and all the Christ Consciousness and surround it, even now, with pure White Light. And I consciously remembered EVERY strong, good memory of my cousin-in-law as I did it, the way he was the ONLY one who had the balls to tell me what he really thought of the Fef. Of him marrying my cousin (into this family? and her, in particular? are you kidding me? fuggedaboudit, that is True Courage, my friends). Of his old Corvette, which he adored, and that he studied martial arts when we were younger... all the things that made him, him, and really cool, from the moment I first met him. Of the husband-and-fatherly gallows humor that, as I listened to it one family party down the shore, basically inspired/freed me to say "OK" to Mr. 21, and then later to the threesome with Mr. 21 and Gypsy.
God DAMN it, and even this is unfinished, rough... real life calls and it's onme. Sorry to break so abruptly. This is NOT the respect my cousin-in-law deserves.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Sustaining JuJu
The Gods must really be crazy this time. They are messing with my head.I got to round-3 of the interview process and nailed it. The National Sales Manager liked me, it went well. But, he said, the final decision is in the hands of the Regional Manager -who was my first interview, and I did really well with. So I got a call on Tusday, from the Regional Manager, and he said the interview went well, he's making his decision in the next 2 weeks, but that I am a top contender for the position. But they do have other candidates along with me.
So then, the weird part... two other jobs popped up. Very "warm" jobs. One at my alma mater, and I still do have contacts in that community and the other...
A DREAM job in fundraising. Organization's mission is to help single-parent families (many of whom have been homeless) get back on their feet. In West Philly. It's exactly what I feel drawn to for my calling. And, for me, it's like the job discription was written while looking at MY resume: they need an events planner and someone who can do PR, and who can also cultivate clients and is great with "The Ask"... someone to run their golf outings and auctions. Hello. NOBODY has my events experience. Nobody. And... can we get back to... THE MISSION!!! The nonprofit Good Work calling within my soul just ROARED back to life again. The sales job is going to be gruelling hours and a physical endurace test, while this.... oh, if it can cover the billz.... I could do this job without any learning-curve of what to do or how to do it, I could jump right in, I could help make the world a better place... it could be wonderful.
The Gods have a keen and twisted sense of humor, as usual.
Not that I have any offers in my hands now. I don't. But I sure as hell sent my resume in.
In other news... I am basking in the glow of a fabulous night out, thanks to Facebook! Seven of us from my gradeschool class got together at the Boathouse in Conshohocken, to look at an old yearbook, to talk about our lives, remember old times... it was SO much fun! I really like these people - talk about "Blast from the past"!!! And yes, FB was there, he was the first to show up and the first to leave -- band practice. We are planning to go to his gig in July as a group.
After a week of crummy cold weather, it's finally perking up today. Sunny and beautiful and the weather people are SWEARING to us that we're going to see the 70's this weekend.
We better. I need warm, dammit.
So then, the weird part... two other jobs popped up. Very "warm" jobs. One at my alma mater, and I still do have contacts in that community and the other...
A DREAM job in fundraising. Organization's mission is to help single-parent families (many of whom have been homeless) get back on their feet. In West Philly. It's exactly what I feel drawn to for my calling. And, for me, it's like the job discription was written while looking at MY resume: they need an events planner and someone who can do PR, and who can also cultivate clients and is great with "The Ask"... someone to run their golf outings and auctions. Hello. NOBODY has my events experience. Nobody. And... can we get back to... THE MISSION!!! The nonprofit Good Work calling within my soul just ROARED back to life again. The sales job is going to be gruelling hours and a physical endurace test, while this.... oh, if it can cover the billz.... I could do this job without any learning-curve of what to do or how to do it, I could jump right in, I could help make the world a better place... it could be wonderful.
The Gods have a keen and twisted sense of humor, as usual.
Not that I have any offers in my hands now. I don't. But I sure as hell sent my resume in.
In other news... I am basking in the glow of a fabulous night out, thanks to Facebook! Seven of us from my gradeschool class got together at the Boathouse in Conshohocken, to look at an old yearbook, to talk about our lives, remember old times... it was SO much fun! I really like these people - talk about "Blast from the past"!!! And yes, FB was there, he was the first to show up and the first to leave -- band practice. We are planning to go to his gig in July as a group.
After a week of crummy cold weather, it's finally perking up today. Sunny and beautiful and the weather people are SWEARING to us that we're going to see the 70's this weekend.
We better. I need warm, dammit.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
So, I'm Almost Afraid To Post This
In case I jinx it.
Burn a sage-smudge to chase away all evil spirits, and start sending the good juju vibes to me NOW.
Tomorrow is a big day, here at the House of Cinn. A very big day. I've made it to a third interview with a company that sells VERY high end gourmet food products to large-scale operations (hotels, convention centers, casinos, hospitals, universities). I've interviewed with the Regional Manager, one of the Founding Partners who started up this branch office (and is also an executive chef and has done sales himself), and now... the National Sales Director is my next person. Tomorrow.
I already LOVE this company. Everyone I've met, I have gotten such a great vibe from, gut-level.... owner-to-admins, they all had that Good People glow about them. And the products!! ZOMG! sustainable farming techniques! Organic produce and dairy, hormone-free meats! Unbleached packaging! Hand-made everything, NO chemicals and preservatives.... a company with a conscience! I am in LOVE. This totaly fits me. No, it's not feeding homeless people, but... companies like this, who put quality and mission over profit-margins? They need to succeed. They make the world a better place. There is room in business for morals and ethics.... and hell, yeah, I'm impressed. I want this - it would be my dream job. Gourmet food, supporting my family, and still staying true to my conscience? Perfect Storm of Dream Jobness.
So, right now, I am enjoying some chilled pinot grigio. For those of you around the PA area, Cavitt is on sale for $3 of the 1.5 litre price this month.. an extremely rare good deal. I am trying NOT to be nervous.
I am trying NOT to over-miss my Kidlet, too... but, sigh... nuff said.
Burn a sage-smudge to chase away all evil spirits, and start sending the good juju vibes to me NOW.
Tomorrow is a big day, here at the House of Cinn. A very big day. I've made it to a third interview with a company that sells VERY high end gourmet food products to large-scale operations (hotels, convention centers, casinos, hospitals, universities). I've interviewed with the Regional Manager, one of the Founding Partners who started up this branch office (and is also an executive chef and has done sales himself), and now... the National Sales Director is my next person. Tomorrow.
I already LOVE this company. Everyone I've met, I have gotten such a great vibe from, gut-level.... owner-to-admins, they all had that Good People glow about them. And the products!! ZOMG! sustainable farming techniques! Organic produce and dairy, hormone-free meats! Unbleached packaging! Hand-made everything, NO chemicals and preservatives.... a company with a conscience! I am in LOVE. This totaly fits me. No, it's not feeding homeless people, but... companies like this, who put quality and mission over profit-margins? They need to succeed. They make the world a better place. There is room in business for morals and ethics.... and hell, yeah, I'm impressed. I want this - it would be my dream job. Gourmet food, supporting my family, and still staying true to my conscience? Perfect Storm of Dream Jobness.
So, right now, I am enjoying some chilled pinot grigio. For those of you around the PA area, Cavitt is on sale for $3 of the 1.5 litre price this month.. an extremely rare good deal. I am trying NOT to be nervous.
I am trying NOT to over-miss my Kidlet, too... but, sigh... nuff said.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I Thought of a Naughty Game
Hehehe. Gypsy now has a standing offer of a sex bet wtih me. Over the Final Four contenders of VILLANOVA... who is going to win, BABY!!! WOOOOTTTTT !!!!! LET'S GO NOVA!!!! WILDCATS!!!! WOOOTTTT!!!
And that place in Connecticut she went - a dog, just like its mascot.
Besides the obvious-but-delightful bet ideas, such as: Gypsy cleaning my gutters wearing nothing but a blue & white thong and a Villanova T-shirt... or being my sexual slave, for several hours... (hope you're doing tongue push ups for stamina-training, sweetie...)
I had an Especially-Naughty, naughty thought.
But it involves mutual consent all around, and an addition to our 3-some, for at least a few hours.
OH, and by the way... A-HEM!... though it was Gypsy's B-day, and I do understand she had festivities to rightly attend to... I am sensing a LACK of confidence on her part... my offer of a nookie bet between us, while intriguing, has not been responded to with ideas of her own terms (snort) should she (snort snort) manage to (bahahahahahaha) "win".
V... for Villanova...
V... for Victory....
B, for Blue
and W for White
for the Blue and the White,
we will fight! fight! fight! fight!...
Oops, sorry, had a moment there.
While the betting has not been decided upon.... I'll open the floor to suggestions, for each of us, hehehe. Go ahead and get naughty, people!
And that place in Connecticut she went - a dog, just like its mascot.
Besides the obvious-but-delightful bet ideas, such as: Gypsy cleaning my gutters wearing nothing but a blue & white thong and a Villanova T-shirt... or being my sexual slave, for several hours... (hope you're doing tongue push ups for stamina-training, sweetie...)
I had an Especially-Naughty, naughty thought.
But it involves mutual consent all around, and an addition to our 3-some, for at least a few hours.
OH, and by the way... A-HEM!... though it was Gypsy's B-day, and I do understand she had festivities to rightly attend to... I am sensing a LACK of confidence on her part... my offer of a nookie bet between us, while intriguing, has not been responded to with ideas of her own terms (snort) should she (snort snort) manage to (bahahahahahaha) "win".
V... for Villanova...
V... for Victory....
B, for Blue
and W for White
for the Blue and the White,
we will fight! fight! fight! fight!...
Oops, sorry, had a moment there.
While the betting has not been decided upon.... I'll open the floor to suggestions, for each of us, hehehe. Go ahead and get naughty, people!
Friday, March 27, 2009
NEVER, never, NEVER, never, Never, Never, Never Be...
Suburbia sucks.
No. Really.
Tonight I want to be stripping a beutiful man naked...
and not slowly.
I want us to get to "nekkid time" in less than a minute of his arrival.
Then, I want to be kissing his body. Starting at the shoulder, maybe nibbling, but kissing and sucking my way... slowly, but fiercely... closer to his face along his muscle-line, that most senitive part, grazing my teeth and hearing his gasp.... to kissing him... on the mouth.
There is everything, in a kiss.
Oh, I want to kiss him.
No. Really.
Tonight I want to be stripping a beutiful man naked...
and not slowly.
I want us to get to "nekkid time" in less than a minute of his arrival.
Then, I want to be kissing his body. Starting at the shoulder, maybe nibbling, but kissing and sucking my way... slowly, but fiercely... closer to his face along his muscle-line, that most senitive part, grazing my teeth and hearing his gasp.... to kissing him... on the mouth.
There is everything, in a kiss.
Oh, I want to kiss him.
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