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Here's To June the 1st

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Okay, faithful readers.  Yes, I'm talking about those of you who followed my boring job history through the years and up to this point in "Women and Work".
 You might remember that my dream of the perfect life was that I not have to work, but that I could be a stay at home housewife and mom.  Well...  that didn't happen so I just had to make the best of it.
One of the most valuable lessons my mom and dad taught me,  was to work hard and never burn bridges.  Dad was  an electrician at a brick yard.  He helped our neighbors and friends out by doing their electrical work for free when he wasn't working at his real job and yes, we were always poor.  Mom had seven kids and worked in a sewing factory.  The cereal we had for supper some nights wasn't only because we were poor...  but because she was dog tired at the end of the day as well.
 It doesn't matter what you do in life...  whether you flip burgers or are president of a country...  there's a place for …

NEWSFLASH!

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Yesterday hubby turned Gracie over to show me her belly.  "Ringworm!" he said.  "What next?"  
"She's had that before," I said.  "I think it's just because she was cut so close at the groomers."  Ginny had to shave her because she'd become matted and a real mess. We had to wait so long and I had snipped at her in the middle of her being sick.   Today her belly is clear.  She's finally getting back to her old self again.   Every night, around 7 PM she bounces out of her chair and stares us down until we leash  her for our nightly walk.



Today it was burgers and hotdogs on the grill.  Rissie performed her 'God bless America' from her dance recital.  It was too cute!  Just when I think she can't get any cuter... she does.  AND>  Speaking of cuteness...
NEWSFLASH! 

This is Lindsey, Rissie's Mama.  We got the news a few days ago.  Rissie is going to have a baby brother or sister in December!  So we will be grandparents agai…

Women and Work Job # 8,9, 10

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Job #8   Receptionist
I worked as a receptionist at Miracle Ear for 2 years.  I scheduled appointments, made phone calls, and greeted people that came in for hearing tests.
Job # 9 Nursing Assistant
Wearing white scrubs and filling my pockets with disposable latex gloves before starting my shift, made me feel important.  With my head held high, I'd walk into a residents room to empty a catheter bag, knowing I'd become a health care professional.   I loved my job. I learned how to change the bed of a 325 pound comatose woman  while she was lying right smack dab in the middle of it.  I fed those who couldn't feed themselves and I cleaned slobber from their faces.  I changed dirty 'diapers' and bathed angry dementia patients who wanted me dead.  I made eye contact with the wild - ones that no one else could tame, and we had an understanding.  I singlehandedly took care of an entire hall of patients for twelve hours straight 6PM to 6AM shift, with just a half hour break at …

Before and After

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The Shaggy Dog / The Rat Dog


Dear Diary,  
The morning of my grooming (yesterday), Mom felt as though she should have a photo shoot.  She said my cuteness was about to disappear.

She said I'd look like a Poodle after my grooming...

Or a Rat...


 I was happy to be riding in the Buick.  Every time the car made a turn onto another road, I went crazy with excitement.  Then I accidentally pushed the window button and mom freaked.  'Gracie, you'll get your head stuck in there!' she screamed.  

She worries too much.

I was just fine.  She needs to get a grip.

I laugh at her ranting mostly...
But I guess she got the last laugh.

Today Was The Day

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What's up in Blogville?

What's up in Blogville?  
I've had several people email me saying that they can't comment on my blog and other blogs.
I've changed my comment option to pop-up so hopefully that will make a difference.  Let me know if you still have trouble with it. 
I guess blogger is acting up again.  
**SIGH**






Women and Work Job # 6 & 7

Job # 6.  Telemarketer
Telemarketer for Olan Mills Studio.   A great sales opportunity.  Sell portrait packages.  They used deception to get people to apply for the job, then they tried to bully them into being deceptive to people they spoke with on the phones. I didn't fit in with the other girls and was left go  after the first week.

Job # 7 Customer Service in a Designer Blind Factory

There was a two week training period for this job.  I tried my best and the supervisor knew it.  That's why she broke it to me gently.  "You're not right for the job" instead of saying - "You're not smart enough for the job."  
To Be continued...

Women and Work. Job #5

Job #5  Sitting with the Elderly
There is nothing quite so rewarding as when you feel needed.
Venetta called me her girl.  On Saturday and Sunday mornings she'd wait for me, propped up in her hospital bed and always wearing the same white cotton gown and the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen, for me to unlock the front door and come in to help her out of bed.  For me, it was a learning experience.  For her, it was a journey back in time as she shared stories of vacations, Christmas's, and life on Ormand street of days gone by.  When she died, I dreamed about her often and I missed her as if she'd been my own mother.
Then there was Mary, who had Parkensins disease.  Before her morning meds she trembled terribly.  By noon she'd be much calmer and we'd watch television together, eat lunch, tell stories and laugh, or go for groceries.  Watching the Scarecrow and Mrs. King was mandatory and she made no bones about the fact that she was in love with Bruce Boxleitner.
L…

Women and Work. Job #4

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Job # 4  Cleaning Lady
How could we possibly make ends meet?  Three children and one working parent was not cutting it.  Then the bright idea.
Situations Wanted: Cleaning lady available. Honest. Dependable. $7 an hour. Call 555-5555.
  I was not only my own boss, but I set my own hours and screened my jobs as well.  If someone was impossible to work for, I could just move on.  Before I knew it, I was turning down jobs.
One of the most meticulous of clients was a dentist and her podiatrist husband who considered me their maid even though I only worked for them one day out of the week.  I did everything for them.  I changed their bed linens, washed the dishes, did the laundry, scrubbed their floors on my hands and knees, and whipped their huge 9 room home into shape in just 6 hours time.  They very sweetly expected perfection , and they were not willing to let me go that easy when I revealed to them that I'd be leaving because I needed to once again be home with my baby.  They lured me …

Little Hope ~ And Then... The Sun

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Sometimes it seems as though the rain will never stop.  All of the seeds that were once planted seemed to have been planted on stoney ground and thwarted,  leaving little hope for the future.


And then, out of nowhere,  the sun ~ and a sigh of relief 
AAH...

And peace in knowing that all of your  labor was not in vain.

Dear Diary,


Restless nights find me sleeping under the bed and sometimes behind the chair in the living room.  I start out in the middle of the bed of course ~ I don't want Mom and Dad to think any thing's wrong or that I don't love them anymore.  I know how much they despise enjoy me sleeping in bed with them.  I wouldn't want to let them down, especially after they took such good care of me during my sickies.  
Mom says I'm going to get groomed on Thursday.  I could've swore she groomed me a few nights ago after I'd just jumped up into bed - when she showed up with scissors and started snipping and chopping at my face muttering little smart remarks …

Women and Work Job #3

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Job # 3
The years glided by and I got married and started a family.  I had moved on to a different sewing factory, one that paid more and there I sewed baby clothes.  Since I was a good, hard worker, the boss had no problem hiring me back after I would quit for a while to care for my babies.  It was an on again/off again job>  It's not easy working full time when babies need to be cared for at home.  I never burned my bridges though, and was always welcomed back after a leave of absence.


The finest shift I ever had was 11PM to 7AM.  I could work all night, then be home during the day with my newest baby, Lindsey.  We didn't have to pay a sitter.
My dear sister, Lindy lived next door and told me, "If you ever need me to keep Lindsey while you get some sleep...  just bring her over."
One morning after I had taken the boys to school, I laid on the sofa and put my infant daughter beside of me on the floor... and I closed my eyes.  When I opened my eyes a while later, s…

Aftermath

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Facebook - Blogger - Twitter...   The messages were all the same.  
"Rain, rain.... go away."
And finally - it did.

And the rains aftermath was cause  for me to grab my camera.





Gracie was very sick the first night after her shots, but seemed a little better yesterday.  Thanks so much for your advice, prayers and well wishes.  I'm not sure what I should do about the vet situation yet.  Should I continue to take her to the Animal Hospital and request another vet  (there are about 6 vets on board there) or should I leave there altogether?  What do you think?

MY HEART DROPPED!

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A little over three years ago Gracie got deathly ill after getting a combo rabie / distemper shot.  She was sick for weeks.  After online research I found that she wasn't the only dog that's had a bad reaction to the vaccine combo.  Other research showed that I should never get all of the vaccines at the same time since she had a bad reaction.
I've put this rabie shot off since last October, but I know it's a law and it had to be done.  I also need to get her groomed, and first she needs her rabie vaccine. 
 The vet has in her chart THAT SHE HAD A SERIOUS REACTION FROM THE COMBO VACCINE LAST TIME.  I've talked to the vets over and over again about her bad reaction last time.  
But>  Gary took her this morning to get it done while I went to work.  When he told me on the phone that she had gotten the combo shot MY HEART DROPPED!  
She's vomited 1X since she has been home.  I pray that it ends there...  
I called the Animal Hospital and asked why they gave her the c…

Women and Work. Job #2

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Factory Worker

After A few months of waiting tables and spilling drinks,  I was called in for an interview at the Pajama Factory where my Mom worked as a seamstress most of her adult life.  Above is a photo of her way back B/B (before bobbi).  


 I was about to get the job of my dreams - I'd be a factory worker!!  Full time work making more money meant I could buy a new car, new clothes, shoes...  well...  you get the picture.  At eighteen it was all about 'me'!  One of the first things I purchased was a new coat (above). 
Now it was Mom's turn to be proud of me.  All of her factory friends were amazed at how fast and efficiently I worked.  The supervisor was not sorry that Mom recommended me for the job.  I was on piece work and the faster I worked, the more money I made.  I was a working machine!
Being very shy, I found that the best thing about working in the sewing factory was, I could put on my headphones and listen to my favorite radio station drowning out all of t…

What's This #&*%?

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"What's this *#!@?"








"Gracie!  I've never known you to curse before!!  What is your problem?"


Dear Diary,
I'll admit I'm in a foul mood.  What dog wouldn't be?  Let's see.  In the past month there was surgery.  Chair-rest. Hernia. Pain. Chair-rest. No walks. Surgery again.  Chair-rest again. No walks. No play.  FINALLY the stitches came out and I was released from that immobile prison they called recovery.   Then it was RAIN.  RAIN. MORE RAIN.  Depressed?  You don't even have a clue....  AND here's the kicker:  My Mom, who claims to be doing this for my own good, says 'no more treats for you gracie, you are on a strict diet for your urinary tract'.  I'm not sure what a urinary tract is...  but let me at 'em.  I'll tear that @#$%^&*(&  apart.  Gracie, dog of many sorrows.