Those people who follow this blog are aware of the paucity of posts over the past few months. Quite honestly, I’ve had very little to say, except to complain about politicians and the general lack of civility in the country. I may have even added to that lack. If so, I’m sorry. Heck, I don’t even have a picture for this post.
I have decided to take another break from the blog, much as I did around the start of the year. I hope that I’ll soon be back with more posts, but only time will tell.
When I do start posting again, those who officially follow me will receive an email. More casual readers can check Facebook, because I’ll add a reminder to my timeline. I’ve stopped posting on Facebook except for reminders, because there is so much nonsense that gets put up there. It has been well over a month since I looked at anything on Facebook, and I haven’t missed it one whit.
If I’m not back posting before the holidays, I hope that you and yours have a great season.
Here is third picture, and the last for a while, from a trip to Colorado. This had to be the second or third time I had visited Hoosier Pass. My fancy is always caught thinking about the name of the pass. Being from Indiana, I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for this area of Colorado. Becoming an IU grad has just added to that feeling.
I’ve been struggling to keep our checking account in balance this week, and it has been quite a chore. After wrestling with numbers again this morning and feeling kind of down, I decided to watch a movie. Unfortunately I chose An Innocent Man with Tom Selleck. If you have never watched this movie, please do so only if you are in a good mood. I won’t tell you everything, but the first part of the film deals with an innocent man being framed and convicted for a crime, being sent to prison, and becoming overwhelmed with his surroundings. Smiles don’t come easily.
I had to turn the movie off, so I turned on the computer and started converting my vinyl LP of Best Of Cream to MP3s, because, you know, Born Under A Bad Sign is such an uplifting ditty. It sets your foot to tapping.
And now, as I set here at the keyboard, a bird just thumped off one of the room’s windows. I guess I’m not the only one having a bad morning.
I know I’ve done this before, but since it gave me pleasure in the past, I’m doing it again today. I’m going to share the ad copy for a couple of movie DVDs that are advertised in a catalog I received a few days ago. I don’t know how anybody could turn these movies down.
First there is the movie where “A TWA stewardess marries a stunt pilot, but when she catches him with another woman she leaves him. Realizing what he’s done and that she is running away on a doomed train route, he uses his trick flying skills to save her from certain death.”
Then there is this movie where “After landing himself in the middle of a love triangle with his wife and a pretty colleague, a Montreal doctor is forced to perform a risky brain surgery on a South American president whose life is also in danger of assassination.”
I may check to see if our library has these movies.
This picture was taken while on the same trip as yesterday’s photo. I haven’t started looking for the negatives yet, so I’m still not sure in what year I took these pictures.
As a follow-up to yesterday’s post, let me tell you about a dream I had the other night. In my dream I was still working for the Indiana Department of Workforce Development (IDWD). I was a supervisor in a local office, but I’m not sure where the office was located. As the dream opens we have just moved the office to a new building, and I am working out of a spacious cubicle. The next day I go on a two-week vacation (no details, but I think it was out west). When I return to work I find that I no longer have a cubicle, and I am no longer a supervisor. I am told that I have to work as a receptionist for the Employment Service side of the office. While the receptionist for the Unemployment Insurance side works behind a counter, I have to talk to people through a crack in the wall. I woke up thinking, “Twenty-nine years and this is the thanks I get.” I’ll leave it to you to work out the dream’s meaning.
I know I was responsible for many of the bad things that happened around me, mainly because I wasn’t a team player…well, the team at IDWD. There were also some personal things going on in my life that were distracting.
Now that I spilled this much out, maybe I can start working past those three or four years of bad memories.
Normally I would now be checking my smart phone for my list of ideas as to other topics to explore, but I’m having problems with the phone today. I was down to about a 14% charge this morning when I woke up, so around 4 a.m. I plugged it in to charge. Three hours later I checked on it, and while it showed that it was charging, it had less of a charge than when it started. I left it plugged in. Now, around 11 a.m. I just checked it again and found that the phone had turned itself off, and was still charging. I’m guessing that a new battery for the phone is in my very near future.
Maybe tomorrow or the next day I’ll have a more upbeat post.
I don’t remember what year I took this picture. I only know that it was on one of the trips I took with Cindy when she was there for training and I was there for fun. Maybe I can find the negatives and get the date from them.
I seldom use the word hate. It seems so final. As if there can never be a moderation of feeling , or even tone. That’s why it came as a surprise to me when I admitted to myself a few days ago that I hated working for the Indiana Department of Workforce Development (IDWD) the last three or four years that I was there. For most of the previous twenty-five years I either loved or liked my work. Why did I hate the last few years? Good question.
I guess it comes down to a few major things. Among those things was the fact that the people I worked for had become as politicized as the people at the top of the agency had become. If you have read previous posts of mine you know of my general disregard, some might say disgust, for politicians. I feel the same about their toadies. As a class, I don’t believe you can find a larger group of egoists. With those egos, and self-regard, comes a love of drama. Would anybody love them as the “wonderful” people they are without the drama to bring attention to themselves?
An ancillary reason is the fact that IDWD seemed to change their mission from aiding people who needed monetary support and wanted help in finding employment, as well as helping employers find workers, to offering just enough help to make the agency head and the governor look good in the press. It also helped if we could cut back on costs and staff.
When it reached that point, I no longer fit in. I knew it, and yet I tried to stay on. Looking back, it is amazing that I lasted as long as I did. It’s even more amazing that for years I described my end days there as depressing and a bad fit. What it boiled down to was that I hated it. I disliked some of the people who I worked with, but I hated the job. I hated going to work.
After IDWD and I finally parted ways, I felt like a burden had been lifted from my back. I took a couple of part-time jobs between those days and the time when I fully retired. Those jobs were days of sunshine compared to IDWD. I met and worked with wonderful people.