Captain’s Log 4,408
Yup. Time for a new look. My old template was being “retired,” so it made sense to bail out and try something new before things got ugly. I rather like this template because it’s fairly easy to customize. Note the quaint pirate ship. Ahem.
It was back to work yesterday. Same story only a longer time to do emails and voicemails. I finally got around to taking care of business about 3:30 or so. Brush fire here, brush fire there…..doo dah…doo dah.
I also went out for some rolled potato tacos last night. First Mexican food since…..June 3rd or so. I was feeling seriously deprived.
Authentic ones are sprinkled with WHITE cheese. Since I work with seven people of Hispanic descent, I am constantly reminded of the culinary “sin” of using yellow cheese in Mexican cooking. You must take these things seriously.
Heaven knows I sin enough with committing a cheese atrocity too.
I started a really funny book last night – so funny I started to wheeze. At first, I thought it was merely a fit of lactose intolerance (what is up with that shit, anyway?), but I was wrong. It was just some good old laughter-induced asthma that made me gasp for air while my eyes ran like faucets.
Wheeze catalyst featuring Wanda, the wise-cracking former TV ad salesperson who just can’t seem to say the right thing at the right time. I can relate even though I never sold TV advertising. My first real job out of college was an advertising copywriter – so it’s close enough to count, yes?
I got this book for free on Amazon Kindle. Excellent offer! A bargain at twice the price! Naturally, I will now go back and BUY her other books. Smart folks, those Amazon marketing people.
About that first job……
The agency specialized in agricultural print ads. So there I was writing about the latest sheep castration tools and bull semen guarantees. I cannot say I loved that job. I didn’t even like it. I was expected to work 8-5 Monday thru Friday and 8-12 on Saturday. I did not get paid to work the Saturday time. I was expected to donate those hours. Mandatory donation. Oxymoron? I was also expected to do a lot more – things that don’t seem right to relate here. I earned $1.60 an hour in exchange for my life. I didn’t even earn enough to own a car. I walked to work. Needless to say, when Big Sister Mia offered me a chance to move to Minneapolis to give her a hand with her kids, I jumped at the chance. Her generosity afforded me the opportunity to settle into a bigger city with more opportunities for an unfocused English major who didn’t seem to fit in too many places. I still bless her for that today.
I looked for a lot of jobs when I lived with Big Sister Mia. My favorite interview was with the Cargill Companies in their marketing department. The interview was going well until they asked me if I minded giving tours in their experimental farm area that included some cows with surgically implanted glass walls in their stomachs. Put there so we could watch their food digest. I almost passed out right there.
I sometimes imagine what my life would be like if that job had actually materialized. I would be earning MUCHO DINERO right now and probably be in line to receive an enormous golden handshake. I would probably own a huge home in the lakes region of Minneapolis and have lots of nice clothes. Undoubtedly, someone would come in to clean my house twice a month. I would shop at Whole Foods.
Well, I was never offered the job. Thank goodness. I started singing folk songs for golf tournament banquets and ladies social clubs instead. I had a hell of a lot of fun and I wasn’t subjected to animal abuse. It was a much better path for an unfocused English major.