For Sale

As I blogged a few days ago, I have started selling my stuff on eBay. I am also doing some consignment sales for a few of my friends. Check out the link to "My eBay Sales" and buy my stuff or beg me nicely to just give it to you. This mask is just one example of the crazy stuff we will be selling. 

Because I just AM.

I quit.

I just couldn't work somewhere I was expected to address my co-workers as Mr. Jones and as Ms. Smith. I think that there would have been severe personality conflicts with my new boss.

One of my personal management mottos is:"Don't muzzle the Ox that treads the wheat."

I always imagine some poor hungry Ox tied up, walking in circles and treading wheat while wearing a muzzle. I think that is torture. Why not just let the Ox take a bite every now and then?

I think employees are valuable and should benefit in more ways than just a paycheck. A few copies and missing pens are just the cost of doing business. Trust your people, train them well, expect them to do a good job, and then fire them if they don't work out. Don't waste time on ridiculous little things.

What makes you think you're so damn special?

I have a new job. I want to cry.

This is for Emily

Emily is correct. I did not have a link to the horrid pictures of the house in Modesto on my blog. If you go to the favored blog list on the left and down a little, you will see the awful "before" pictures. I will post the "after" pictures as soon as I sell enough of my plasma to be able to afford to get them devoloped.

I have begun the dreaded job hunt. Dreaded because I need at least $10 an hour and there are no jobs with this outrageously high amount of pay. Just who do I think I am to expect over $10/hour? It's not like I have a business degree or any work experience, then I might even be able to expect $15/hour. Alas, I have an over inflated view of myself, but I will prick my pride and deflate my self worth to join the multitudes of impoverished souls slaving away for $6.00 an hour. (My 18 year old sister will be making more money than me and I don't even have a criminal record.) A dear friend told me that she feels like her soul dies a little every time she takes a minimum wage job. I would get back on Cymbalta, but by the time I went to the doctor ($65) and filled the prescription ($75) and talked to my therapist ($140) I would have to work a whole week ($7/hour) just to be happy the rest of the time.

3 Weeks = 3 Months

Wow! We are finally back in Texas. Bill and I thought we would be in California 3 or 4 weeks. It ended up taking just under 3 months to get his house remodeled and choose a realtor. Fortunately his classes were online so he didn't miss too much not being home. I didn't get to take a single art class :(

I have made a list of all the things I have been wanting to do and based on its length, I won't be bored for what remains of this fall. In addition to the art work and jewelry I want to create, I am also going through our two houses and eliminating the crap. Why do we have all of these "accessories" anyway? My house is full of knicknacks that I don't need. Some of them I don't really even like. What do I need Harry Potter bookends for? or a cat nightlight? or countless lantern things for candles? Some were gifts, some were on clearance (I will resist in the future) and some I just thought I couldn't live with out. After spending the summer with nothing, I realize that we have a lot of junk. I look at each piece and say, "Do I want to take this to New Zealand with me?" It makes it much easier to part with stuff. We may not move to New Zealand any time soon, but Bill will be starting an internship somewhere else in the spring and we will have to move. I don't want to move a bunch of stuff that I don't need.