Hallo all! Hope you all have a peaceful and pleasant Easter.
Good Morning, Everyone. Sunny and bright here again today, whoopie! We had a "summer's day" type day here yesterday and I got a lot of stuff on the line.
Annette: Seems a good idea to get a hunky man to come and dig holes etc, when there is heavy work needing doing. Your garden always sounds delightful, I bet you could open it to the public.
Diane: Sorry to hear that you are in search of work: you will have to lie about your age! (Seriously, though, it really shouldn't matter what age you are in that line of work, surely?) Hope something lucrative turns up soon. Take care in the latest bad weather predicted.
AQ: Sounds like a lot of hard work, doing your latest nanny stint. One day those children will grow up enough for you to send them to make you a cup of tea while you put your feet up....... Shopping for clothes is always a pain, if I didn't have a credit card I don't think I'd have much to wear - sounds crazy I know, but I often buy things on impulse when I see something I really like, whatever the season. If you go back later for something which took your fancy, they are all sold out. Shop assistants here have picked up a little, since the recession a lot of the stores have put them on training courses so that you do at least get attention and politeness. Can't always find an assistant when you want one, though ;-)
Unknown said:My regular freelance contract was terminated unexpectedly at the end of December. She called me on Christmas Eve to tell me. :-( The cancellation was no fault of mine; the organization restructured the project due to funding and other factors. I haven't been able to get any work since. Jobs in my field -- on site, freelance, or telecommute -- are increasingly hard to find, and my age (nearly 58) works against me. Thanks for your concern.
Our herring gulls are red listed birds. Think about that the next time you hear some flaming idiot calling for a cull of them.
It's a funny old thing, job hunting. I've now had 8 interviews and all of them have said no. I've got no way of knowing whether my age has had any bearing on this (I'm 46) but I do find myself wondering.
I can, perversely, remember the occasion I was turned down for one position as I was considered too old to be trained - at 20!!
Clare: I should have thought that it would mean you had a great deal more experience than some young whipper-snapper! LOL!! (not the one about being 20 though..... )
Good Morning Everyone. A beautiful sunny morning, although we are threatened with pollution from the Continent and sand from the Sahara. I need to get my bedding out and in again, before it arrives.
Annette, Friend rang me earlier. She rang a gardener yesterday, who told her that he only cuts grass and prunes bushes. No heavy work !!! She has booked a different fellow this morning, who comes recommended.
Diane, I am so sorry that your contract ended. Is there any way you can advertise for freelance work ?
AQ, It seems we have to shop, out of season, these days. I hate the shops, who, when you have hardly stepped into the place, ask if they can help you, when all you want to do is browse and see if you like anything.
I really need to go food shopping this morning. We are running out of the essentials.
Lindybird said: Clare: I should have thought that it would mean you had a great deal more experience than some young whipper-snapper! LOL!! (not the one about being 20 though..... )
Clare, Don't lose heart. The younger you are, the salary is not as much, as you are not considered to be experienced.
It doesn't help that every office I'm interviewed in seems to be full of people in suits looking a whole world away from what I've become used to. I've spent the past seven years surrounded by working blokes in sweatshirts, jeans and overalls and the whole culture has been so relaxed and friendly. I find myself trying not to say too much about the workplace I've just left as I suspect I'm coming across as someone who just sits and chats all day and spends every weekend drunk with her workmates!
Wrinkles are a sign of love:They appear when you give a smile.They tell the world that, When push comes to shove,You can grin and go that extra mile.
The signs of age show where we've beenHow much we've loved and caredThey tell all how we live & dreamAnd that we've been prepared.
For preparation is the keyTo riding on life's waves -One day you ride upon a crestThe next day, you need to be saved.
The little creases in your faceAre proof of a life lived well -So don't be sorry 'bout them,For they areYour key to life's doorbell!
(by someone who certainly has plenty, and tries not to look in the mirror too closely these days LOL!!)
That's brilliant, Lindy! I don't mind my wrinkles - though I do think that if you've spent your life moaning then your wrinkles will declare you to the world as a moaner. All too many of those people are interviewers.