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About the box tops...just the ones that say Box Tops for Education?
Thank you,
Isaiah's nana
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Sunday, January 24, 2010
Consumer Ignorance or Apathy
Recently a FB post asked a question about use of the self check line at the local grocery store. I was inflamed this is a hot button for me! Like many old heads I am use to real service, like the gas station attendant pumping my gas, cleaning my windows and putting air in my tires. I was 20 years old the first time I pumped gas and abhored it and did not do it again until the last attendant was gone. Don't even get me started about all of those jobs that are now lost.
I went into an unnamed store late one evening, they dont close until midnight, to find the only lane open was the self-check. I asked one of several persons working if they would call the checker. I was told the only thing they had was self-check. I responded that I didnt know how to use it. A young man working the store offered to help me. Perhaps unbeknowst to him I didnt want to be helped. I had no intention of using the damn thing and it was probably more to his advantage than to mine, as a consultant I dont face the threat of being outsourced by a machine. I am far too valuable to what I am doing :) Anyway, the young man relented and scanned my groceries once again thwarting the eveil s of the lack of service and those big businesss who have the gaul to think that after I have been working all damn day that I want to check out some gdamn groceries. Hell no, no offense y'all but that's not my chosen profession for a reason. I've been a checker before but never a grocery check standing on your feet all damn day oh, hell no that's not for me.
So anyway, I leave still a little mad that this ploy was set-up to snarl the unwilling and the unable into using the self-check. Never, never, never, or atleast until they are all gone. Car 54 where are you? Customer service where are you??
I went into an unnamed store late one evening, they dont close until midnight, to find the only lane open was the self-check. I asked one of several persons working if they would call the checker. I was told the only thing they had was self-check. I responded that I didnt know how to use it. A young man working the store offered to help me. Perhaps unbeknowst to him I didnt want to be helped. I had no intention of using the damn thing and it was probably more to his advantage than to mine, as a consultant I dont face the threat of being outsourced by a machine. I am far too valuable to what I am doing :) Anyway, the young man relented and scanned my groceries once again thwarting the eveil s of the lack of service and those big businesss who have the gaul to think that after I have been working all damn day that I want to check out some gdamn groceries. Hell no, no offense y'all but that's not my chosen profession for a reason. I've been a checker before but never a grocery check standing on your feet all damn day oh, hell no that's not for me.
So anyway, I leave still a little mad that this ploy was set-up to snarl the unwilling and the unable into using the self-check. Never, never, never, or atleast until they are all gone. Car 54 where are you? Customer service where are you??
Monday, May 25, 2009
Photography vs Pictures
Since I have submitted myself to social networking. I have found it very important to have good pictures which show humor, beauty and intelligence if this is at all possible. As an events planner I have use photographers before but I have taken little consideration of how much work goes into a good photo. Its not that I have looked a very beautiful and moving photos before and become entrenched in their beauty. Its not that I can't continue to be touched by these images after years. It's just that I thought that it was easier now that we have digital cameras. I thought that almost anybody can do it, but I was wrong. As with any art amateurs can and do take pictures, but good photos come from seasoned, trained photographers, who are are artist.
I have tried and tried to recreate a really good photo which I had professionally done, but to no avail. He had the right light, setting and background and he knew how to bring these things together. I did not and do not. I am now fully aware of what an art it is and how nearly impossible it is to recreate art. Thanks be to the photographer.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Aging in place
I write this blog with the best of intent, sincerity and a little humor.............
My beloved Uncle Theodore said to me (probably because of my smart young mouth) "the only way to keep from getting old is to die young" . Well, I didn't die young and now at age 52, I'm fighting the gray hair, crows feet and wrinkles, tooth and nail. I'm increasingly pondering messages from younger friends and how to give a cool and nifty reply. Just this evening a young friend and former co-worker posted on F.B. that his life isn't rosy, but he'll roll with it, or something similar. I wrote him back saying awww and expressing concern. He promptly sent back to me via mobile "lol" laugh out loud...that this is just a quote from dead presidents. Dang, do I feel old, amplified but I am well past the age of dying young hmmm...
I would dare say that my poor uncle did not have the pleasure of dying in place with dignity, surrounding by those he loved. Like a lot of people his age, he was fighting not just aging but death. He wanted to do so at home, but was not allowed the privilege. In fact he was placed in a facility with a few other people all women and all with diminished capacity. Uncle Theodore could walk, talk, take out the trash, order hamburgers, cook breakfast, read the paper and a host of other mundane things that take up our lives with little or no assistance and here he was in this place.
I am not saying that there aren't people out there who need this type of help and families out there that can not give it, but this was not one of those cases. A few of my friends are now considering what to do with an elderly loved one, an Aunt, Uncle, beloved Dad and truly the love of their life-Mom and there is no way it is easy for them to put a relative in this place, but I'd like to suggest you first talk to and listen to Mom, Dad or Uncle Bob. During the day to day whirlwind of living its hard sometimes to focus, but please try to focus on the conversation. Observe the behavior of your folks are they senile or just hard of hearing...are they in need of medication or overly medicated....clingy & paranoid or just lonely.
Invest in a social worker. They are a good bet for compassion and hopefully objectivity. They can help you figure out a plan for your family member and maybe even keep them home and you from going crazy and broke. Invest in an attorney, you and they may be in for the fight of your lives...an elderly patriarch like Nehemiah with a few rubles draws all types of older sons as they draw their last breath. Spend as much time as possible with your loved one, collecting old stories and making sense of what they are saying. They may not be as far gone as you think.
I learned this while working in a mental health facility. I worked with a young client who we all new to suffer from hallucinations. One evening when she and I were in her room talking, I decided to focus intently upon her words and her demeanor. What I found that there were actually little red bugs on the wall. The bugs that she had mentioned to over twelve other staffers, but no one bothered to listen for if they did listen and look they would gave seen the little red bug crawling on the walls of her room and we could have been evacuated for lice earlier.
So I suggest that if you want to avoid guilt and scratching look as hard as you can for those damn little red bugs!
My beloved Uncle Theodore said to me (probably because of my smart young mouth) "the only way to keep from getting old is to die young" . Well, I didn't die young and now at age 52, I'm fighting the gray hair, crows feet and wrinkles, tooth and nail. I'm increasingly pondering messages from younger friends and how to give a cool and nifty reply. Just this evening a young friend and former co-worker posted on F.B. that his life isn't rosy, but he'll roll with it, or something similar. I wrote him back saying awww and expressing concern. He promptly sent back to me via mobile "lol" laugh out loud...that this is just a quote from dead presidents. Dang, do I feel old, amplified but I am well past the age of dying young hmmm...
I would dare say that my poor uncle did not have the pleasure of dying in place with dignity, surrounding by those he loved. Like a lot of people his age, he was fighting not just aging but death. He wanted to do so at home, but was not allowed the privilege. In fact he was placed in a facility with a few other people all women and all with diminished capacity. Uncle Theodore could walk, talk, take out the trash, order hamburgers, cook breakfast, read the paper and a host of other mundane things that take up our lives with little or no assistance and here he was in this place.
I am not saying that there aren't people out there who need this type of help and families out there that can not give it, but this was not one of those cases. A few of my friends are now considering what to do with an elderly loved one, an Aunt, Uncle, beloved Dad and truly the love of their life-Mom and there is no way it is easy for them to put a relative in this place, but I'd like to suggest you first talk to and listen to Mom, Dad or Uncle Bob. During the day to day whirlwind of living its hard sometimes to focus, but please try to focus on the conversation. Observe the behavior of your folks are they senile or just hard of hearing...are they in need of medication or overly medicated....clingy & paranoid or just lonely.
Invest in a social worker. They are a good bet for compassion and hopefully objectivity. They can help you figure out a plan for your family member and maybe even keep them home and you from going crazy and broke. Invest in an attorney, you and they may be in for the fight of your lives...an elderly patriarch like Nehemiah with a few rubles draws all types of older sons as they draw their last breath. Spend as much time as possible with your loved one, collecting old stories and making sense of what they are saying. They may not be as far gone as you think.
I learned this while working in a mental health facility. I worked with a young client who we all new to suffer from hallucinations. One evening when she and I were in her room talking, I decided to focus intently upon her words and her demeanor. What I found that there were actually little red bugs on the wall. The bugs that she had mentioned to over twelve other staffers, but no one bothered to listen for if they did listen and look they would gave seen the little red bug crawling on the walls of her room and we could have been evacuated for lice earlier.
So I suggest that if you want to avoid guilt and scratching look as hard as you can for those damn little red bugs!
Oh yes, and love & prayer help, too.
Love,
Alyse
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