I lasted a day at my toughest job ever

Who doesn’t remember their worst job ever ?! Enjoy Andy’s story, and the comments after.

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Andy's avatarNot That You Asked

My co-workers, especially the younger ones, have surely heard me tell them, likely multiple times, that they are doing great in life and at work and are much more poised for success than I was in my early to mid-20s, the age of a lot of our newer hires these days. I am so proud of each of them—more than they know.

Why do I say that? When I was their age, I was immature, only occasionally employed and didn’t even know what I wanted to do with myself. I was a hot mess.

Sure, I had just graduated from a good college—on time, with OK-ish grades—but I just wasn’t prepared for the real world. And I wasn’t sure if journalism, my major, was my path, either.

However, I knew I needed to do something. I was covering high school girls soccer and basketball (poorly) as a freelance…

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Miss-Communication

Everyone knows it’s seldom good when the phone rings at 2:00 am.  Most likely, it’s not going to be Publisher’s Clearing House telling you that, “Yes!  We finally have a winner! And it’s you!”

Other types of communication can also strike fear into one’s heart.  Thankfully, there are no longer telegrams from the War Department, but seeing a uniformed military officer together with a garbed priest coming up the walk while your son or daughter is in combat isn’t going to make you feel warm and fuzzy.

And then there are those types of communication that are simply annoying.  We’ve all experienced them – the dinner-time telemarketers, the overly friendly co-worker you managed to brush off during the workday.

Here’s a short list (in no particular order) of beginning sentences that are sure to get your heart rate up and your head pounding.  Feel free to add your own.

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Mo-om?  I just got in an accident.  Can you come?” (sounds of approaching sirens in the background)

911.  Please hold.

Good evening.  This is Detective Smith from the Town Police Department.” (Do you know where all your kids are tonight?)

Mrs. Peters?  This is Dr. Jones.  I just got your test results.”

Good morning, this is Miz Jones from the Internal Revenue Service.”

Hello, I’m calling about your loan application …” (seldom good when they need “just a little more information”).

Hi, this is Tiffany’s room mother, calling about tomorrow’s bake sale …” (darn, got the note, ignored it)

Hello, this is the School Administration Office” (oh lordy, what has she done now?)

Hello, I’m calling about the warranty on your car ...” (said car being one you turned in approximately 10 years ago)

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And let’s not forget communication by signage:

Detour Ahead

Open During Construction

We’ve Moved!  (If it’s on the door of the emergency vet clinic, that’s a very bad thing at 2:00 a.m.  Trust me, I know)

Exact Change Only (many people only carry credit cards)

ATM Out of Service (see above)

Open Other End (oops)

Produced With Genetic Engineering (Say what?  I just ate the whole thing!)

Best When Used By … (Wow, that was in the cupboard a really long time – does botulism trump genetic engineering?  [I just ate the whole thing!])

Do Not Enter (anyone else ever been tempted to try just to see what would happen?)

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Jump right in, folks.  Terrifying or just annoying – I’m sure you all have a miss-communication to share.

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Cordelia’s Mom Is Back!

Did that title give you a little thrill?

I sure hope so.  I’ve missed all of you, too.

So, you ask, what was the big deal that took me away from blogging for so long?

Well, folks, I just didn’t have time, or energy, for blogging.  I was busy with the full-time Job From Hell while trying to get my life settled again after ….

Buying a new home and selling my prior home!

The last day – both exciting and sad.

As usual, Cordelia’s Mom did everything backwards.  While most empty-nesters search for a senior apartment or a small ranch house with minimum maintenance, we opted to go from a 987 square foot, one-bath saltbox on 1/8 acre to a 1282 square foot, one-and-a-half bath colonial on 1/3 acre.

View from side of house

There are stories galore in that experience, and I’m seriously considering writing a book about my house-hunting adventure.  I’ve checked with a few, more experienced blogging friends, and they seem supportive of the idea.  I don’t know how long it will take to finalize the project, but you’ll see the finished product here first.  Are you excited?  I know I am!

Meanwhile, I intend to bore all of you with the ongoing household issues.  The house we bought was built in 1939, and we purchased from the original family (that’s right, we’re only the second family living in this house since 1939!).  The downstairs was never updated, and the upstairs dormer addition seems to have been built in the late 1950s/early 1960s.

The kitchen is so tiny that we had to buy apartment-size appliances and a small folding table.

We don’t cook much any more, so these are just fine.

The kitchen sink is in the original metal cabinet – it was all the rage back then, but not so much now.

Yup, this kitchen definitely will need updating!

Lots of work – but with a certain amount of cash and lots of elbow grease, we can make it beautiful.

It may be old, dirty and disgusting, but it has good bones, and definite possibilities (just look at that interior architecture!) – and it’s ours.

An arched doorway and built-in knickknack shelf. Who doesn’t love that?

Have you wondered the last few months why I was re-posting all those renovation stories about the old house?  Well, guess what – you’ll get to join me in doing it all over again in the new house – new windows, new bathroom, new paint.  And a new fence, so Puppy Cody – who’s used to running free in a fully fenced-in yard – can finally enjoy her new home.

View from upstairs window – I can’t wait until that baby is fenced in!

Puppy Cody and I are getting seriously tired of those walks on leash at 6:00 am every morning.  Puppy Cody definitely does NOT like walking on leash, and I think I may need rotator cuff surgery by the time we’re done, what with all the pulling and balking.

And you gotta know, based on how things generally go for me, that there will be lots of enthralling stories during the construction.

Stick with me, everyone.  It’s going to be another fun ride.

(BTW, I haven’t seen Not CM around in awhile.  I’m not sure she made the move to the new house with us … only time will tell.)

Love to every one of my loyal readers!

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Puppy Cody Puts On Her Big-Girl Pants/Steps Up to the Plate/Does Her Job

Reblogging – because, hey: Puppy Cody! The poor dog doesn’t know it, but she’s about to go through that whole household reconstruction business all over again. More on that soon.

cordeliasmom2012's avatarCordelia's Mom, Still

CodyTeethIt was the night of the big Paul McCartney concert here in Buffalo, NY.

Hubby had been disappointed that he was unable to attend the Ringo Starr concert at Art Park the year before, and was over the moon when Cordelia was able to score tickets to the Paul McCartney concert.

I have never been a Beatles fan (please don’t hate me), so I opted to have a quiet Thursday evening at home with Cody. I did put the television on (and I never watch TV) because a local station was periodically broadcasting live from the concert venue.  I had told Cordelia and her Dad to wave, but if they did, I never saw it –  you’d think with only 17,000+ fans in attendance, that would have been a slam-dunk, but then my old eyes are not so good at picking out moving pin pricks, especially those in the nosebleed seats.

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