Today I decide to be wealthy.
In the book, Evans' niece and her husband get their lives in order in 60 days, using the mantra, and are very pleased with themselves at this point.
Me?
Well, today I'm not panicking. He didn't make any promises of financial gain or such, just hope.
I don't know if the hope has more to do with the sunlight increasing each day, or if the national financial mess shows glimmers of hope, or that the election is coming up, and people are realizing that President Obama has been keeping his promises, and that the Republican contenders are imploding. I don't know if it's because there are more places to try, or knowing that there is the possibility of having a full-time job for six months coming up in April. Maybe hope has to do with my husband going to work almost every day, and that almost every week, I've had something that has earned us some money, and I still have unemployment, at $99 a week.
Maybe it has to do with that I didn't quit this blog before the 60 days were up.
While I was at Freddy's today, I talked to a long time employee, who said that the woman who was fired the same day I was, for the same thing, has reapplied a number of times, and has not been hired back either, even though she was non-union and would have started out at ground zero on the pay scale. She said that things are bad at the Bend store, real bad. (I can reapply 60 days after I put in an application.)
So when this sixty days are past, I'll head up to Redmond, talk to a former supervisor there, and see about how successful my application may be there. It's nonunion, which means my retirement package will probably be completely dead, as Bend refuses to take non-management transfers from Redmond in the CCK department, and I haven't been picked up by the union Safeways here.
This afternoon, I stopped at Goodwill, and went to the linens in the back of the store, and imagined what clothes I could make from them. I like to touch the textures and dream. I thought about buying some clothes to practice alterations, and found a funny velour shirt, rich with dark colors and possibilities. There was also a black umbrella, crying for art. I looked at the yarns, and remembered a woman who wore beautiful sweaters, who told me she buys her yarns at Goodwill.
Maybe I should be creating stuff. Learn to photograph and sell them in craft places, like Saturday market and on the internet. that would be lesson #3, Make money in the margins.
Learn to use the internet.
Get the books done and sell them.
And quit hiding in my fears.
Today I decided to be wealthy.
In the book, Evans' niece and her husband get their lives in order in 60 days, using the mantra, and are very pleased with themselves at this point.
Me?
Well, today I'm not panicking. He didn't make any promises of financial gain or such, just hope.
I don't know if the hope has more to do with the sunlight increasing each day, or if the national financial mess shows glimmers of hope, or that the election is coming up, and people are realizing that President Obama has been keeping his promises, and that the Republican contenders are imploding. I don't know if it's because there are more places to try, or knowing that there is the possibility of having a full-time job for six months coming up in April. Maybe hope has to do with my husband going to work almost every day, and that almost every week, I've had something that has earned us some money, and I still have unemployment, at $99 a week.
Maybe it has to do with that I didn't quit this blog before the 60 days were up.
While I was at Freddy's today, I talked to a long time employee, who said that the woman who was fired the same day I was, for the same thing, has reapplied a number of times, and has not been hired back either, even though she was non-union and would have started out at ground zero on the pay scale. She said that things are bad at the Bend store, real bad. (I can reapply 60 days after I put in an application.)
So when this sixty days are past, I'll head up to Redmond, talk to a former supervisor there, and see about how successful my application may be there. It's nonunion, which means my retirement package will probably be completely dead, as Bend refuses to take non-management transfers from Redmond in the CCK department, and I haven't been picked up by the union Safeways here.
This afternoon, I stopped at Goodwill, and went to the linens in the back of the store, and imagined what clothes I could make from them. I like to touch the textures and dream. I thought about buying some clothes to practice alterations, and found a funny velour shirt, rich with dark colors and possibilities. There was also a black umbrella, crying for art. I looked at the yarns, and remembered a woman who wore beautiful sweaters, who told me she buys her yarns at Goodwill.
Maybe I should be creating stuff. Learn to photograph and sell them in craft places, like Saturday market and on the internet. that would be lesson #3, Make money in the margins.
Learn to use the internet.
Get the books done and sell them.
And quit hiding in my fears.
Today I decided to be wealthy.
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