Wednesday, June 04, 2008
I went to visit a recruiter today. And while they were very enthusiastic, you just never know about these things. It all sounds good until it comes time to actually get anything accomplished. Hence I am cautiously optimistic but also being realistic about it.
One thing I did notice was that I could get the skirt for the suit on without unzipping it. Hence once I lose another 1/2 - 1" or so around the hips, it will be impossible to wear that suit as it would just fall right off me. It does not have belt loops. A pity, as it's a nice suit. But someone else will get some good use out of it, I am sure. I don't want to alter any of the fat clothes. I just want them gone. Forever.
The song is because, unfortunately, amidst the rain and the running from one recruiter to another (I met three guys today), I lost my Charlie Card! That's the MBTA fare card and I had some pretty serious $$ on it. But what can you do? I retraced my steps and have checked every possible place. Annoying of course because of the money situation, but I can't rewind time this way. I've ordered another one.
The song is what the term "Charlie Card" is based on. Enjoy The Kingston Trio.
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Yesterday I spent a couple of hours at a job fair at Fenway Park. It went okay. I made some contacts and tomorrow I'll meet with a recruiter I met from there. Plus I also learned of another upcoming job fair (this one will just be with my original #1 choice) and got some nifty swag, including a USB drive key chain.
And, I walked! Man, did I walk. I didn't sit down at all. But I'm only counting it as an hour of walking because, well, there were times when I was standing around, plus I was also not going too fast. This walking also includes getting to/from not only the bus and the trolley but also having to go all the way around Fenway as Kenmore Square (where the bus lets you off) is the diagonally opposite side to the entrance I had to go into. This was the entrance, if you've ever seen pics of Fenway, where there's a bronze statue of Ted Williams.
This morning my legs feel just fine but my left bicep is bothering me a little. It's no great secret as to why -- my briefcase got pretty heavy at the end there. Everyone seems to want to give out mints. I tossed the mints but kept the cases, some of which were pretty nice.
And -- the song -- it's actually not about the job fair at all. Rather, it's because last Friday I saw my buddy the fishmonger again. And, get this -- I had not been there for about three weeks, between Cape Cod and everything else that was happening -- so he told me it was very nice to see me again. This made me blush and I returned the greeting. The dude even remembered what I'd bought before and was about to start wrapping it up when I told him I wanted mahi-mahi instead (it was tasty but messy because it had been prefrozen).
Now, it's all very small and such encounters are normally something we might smile about if we think of them at all -- and the chances of even thinking about them are pretty tiny -- but I swear the guy is flirting with me. And it's kinda fun, particularly as I suspect the fish dude is a lot younger than I am. Of course this is no threat to my husband whatsoever, but it's kinda neat and silly and pleasant to be smiled at and remembered, even for buying trout, by a guy I don't really know, particularly a younger one.
Is the fish guy in love with me? Nah, it's doubtful, but it's fun to pretend. Just for the halibut. ;)
Monday, June 02, 2008
I'm going to Fenway Park!
It's for a Job Fair but at least I am going. And, I'll be in a forest green pantsuit, size 24. It didn't fit me a few months ago.
Maybe they'll let me take BP. Hmmm ....
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Sunday, June 01, 2008
And boy do I feel dizzy. After three calls to Comcast, a call and then a visit (for $159!) from Geek Squad, a call to Dell and agita for three days, the PC is finally fixed.
And what kills me is that it wasn't even broken. It was just a function of the cable modem being turned on and off, so not only did the IP have to be reconfigured it actually had to be released and reset. Which was something that could have been done over the phone -- it's not like I'm scared to go into the command prompt or anything -- but no one figured out to do that until today when the cable guy was actually here.
So -- the network cards on both PCs are fine. The cable modem is fine. The Ethernet link to the cable modem is fine. Comcast is fine. Dell is fine. The entire world is fine, but I am out some bucks that, since I'm not working, I'd rather I hadn't had to have spent, because the technicians I talked to were certainly imaginative, just not imaginative in the right way.
Feh, I say, feh on toast!
The upside of course is that it's all better and should be fine for now and perhaps forever or until the creek rises and the aliens land, or whatever. Plenty to do in order to get back in the swing of things, particularly when it comes to my job search.
I've got a lot to do.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The following is a repeat of a post I wrote in a topic called "How Can I Accept a Lifestyle Change?" I don't have a link to the direct post but the page is here:
One day, five years from now, or ten, or more, or less, there will be a doctor visit. And a person won't just be told that they have to lose weight. That person will be told that they have to have surgery because they've got a clogged artery. Or that they are now diabetic and have to take insulin. Or that they have high blood pressure and must watch salt or else.
Or that person will be going to the mailbox, or up the stairs, or from the car to work or home, and it'll be too much for them. They'll be out of breath. Their heart will be pounding. They'll be feeling maybe even a little tightness in their chest. And they'll realize that they can't do that any more.
Or that person will get in the car and the seatbelt will be too small. Or they'll go to a sporting event and the seat will be too narrow. Or, yes, the toilet seat will crack under their weight.
And that person, I am sure, would give anything, any amount of money, anything, to be able to rewind their life back and stop the weight gain and the disordered eating and take a different path. Because that person also wants to be fit and healthy, but it may have gone too far for them. Or maybe it's not too far, but it's harder because there's more to do.
Now imagine yourself as that person. You are that person, and that life path has been rewound. One path leads to health for as long as possible (for we cannot prevent all disease), or at least the best health possible (because disability sometimes cannot be prevented). The other leads to that cracked toilet seat.
And let me tell you, I've been in the car when the seatbelt almost didn't fit. And I've gone to a sporting event and the seat was too narrow. And yeah, I've felt fatigue just going up one flight of stairs. And while losing weight is hard, being that way and having those things happening is so much harder. When I think of not doing it -- and I do, I'm only human -- I remember my fear when I realized that if I gained maybe a half inch more in the belly that I would not be able to drive my car. I remember huffing up the stairs. And I remember too-tight seats. And I don't want to experience any of those things ever again and all that comes with them. That is why, and how, I can do this.
I hope this helps.
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