Have you ever woken up at 1am to realize that your decongestant medication wore off?
........
I have.
Compressed, WW
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Wonder Woman and Adventures in Sickness
Sickness stinks. Take it from me. It is the one thing that renders a wonder woman's powers useless and turns her into a whiny little four year old in little to no time. Nothing sounds fun, nothing sounds enlightening. All you want to do is bury yourself under a thick blanket, eat gallons of chicken soup and watch trashy movies all day long. I would be doing that in my current state, that being:
Symptoms: Blisters on the back of the throat
lost voice
aches and pains
fatigue
small fever
COUGH! Hoo delalee a cough...
But, I am not. No, I am not spending my days watching how boy met girl, fell for girl, lost girl and then got her back again. No, I'm working. Ah yes, work. Everybody's favorite pass time. What could make it even more fun? A deep, heaving, nausea causing cough, that's what! Such joy, such wonder. If only they made everyday, just like today.
Sickly, WW
Symptoms: Blisters on the back of the throat
lost voice
aches and pains
fatigue
small fever
COUGH! Hoo delalee a cough...
But, I am not. No, I am not spending my days watching how boy met girl, fell for girl, lost girl and then got her back again. No, I'm working. Ah yes, work. Everybody's favorite pass time. What could make it even more fun? A deep, heaving, nausea causing cough, that's what! Such joy, such wonder. If only they made everyday, just like today.
Sickly, WW
Friday, September 25, 2009
Movie Films
This wonder woman LOVES going to the movies. It's one of my favorite things. I don't know why. It must be the combination of my intense love of popcorn and almost equal love for sitting. Over the years I have seen many films because of this little passion of mine, and I have developed a small opinion on the types of movies that come out. And, of course, because I'm so wonderful, I'm going to share those opinions with all of you wonderful people.
Drama- A classic never dies. If you are in a particularly intelligent, angsty, or pretentious mood a drama is a good score. They usually are the movies that got the Academy wrapped around their little finger and dominate the Best Picture category. Expect lots of night scenes, tears, suspense and maybe one or two scenes you wouldn't want to watch with Mom and Dad.
Documentary- Real reality on your TV. Documentary can vary depending on the topic of the filmmakers. This is truly a grab bag category, but nobody wants to admit it. But really, you can get anything from the flight of birds to a high school's presidential elections. The only problem: sometimes no script means no story...or does it?
Comedy- One of the big money makers. Anyone and everyone loves to laugh. From screw ball to dark, whatever your humor or pleasure you can find a comedy that will tickle your funny bone. If you're having a bad day, this would be a good one to run with. The best cure for a frown is a smile...or something corny like that.
Action- Hold onto your hats! This category is one that will leave you breathless and at the edge of your seats. Your pulse will race and you will sweat buckets if it's a good one, you'll squirm in your seat if it's a bad one. The truth is with all the advancements in technologies this category has been the most effected. Gone are the days of awesome stunt double scene where a guy hangs from a moving helicopter. Now we've got a computer to insert a dude in there. But, don't get me wrong, nothing, NOTHING is better than a great action flick.
Romantic Comedy-Another classic that doesn't seem to die. There was a dry spell for a while there when this wonder woman thought the golden age of romantic comedies died along with the rainforest and talking on your cell in the car. But again, there are still some out there gasping for air among the sea of terrible, terrible romantic comedies. My recommendation? Unless a FRIEND recommends, wait till they come out on DVD.
Horror- One word: EW. If you are one of those people who likes to be scared stupid at the movies it's because you haven't ever really been scared in real life. You are spoiled. For everyone else, just don't bother. Life is too real to pay ten dollars to be scared out of your mind.
Foreign- Que pasa? If you really, really want to look cool in front of your friends suggest a foreign film. Subtitles usually turn people off. Smart people like subtitles, smart people are cultured. Wanna make a good impression? Go foreign.
Musicals-There has been some what of a revival as of late in this category. Once considered a dinosaur of old Hollywood the movie musical is quickly becoming the new money maker. Think about it: musicals must have soundtracks, soundtracks become CDs. Come Christmas you've got a CD and DVD to sell, and twice the money! And those tunes do put a skip in your step.
Classics-To end with, the classics really don't die. If you ever get the opportunity to see one of the golden oldies on a big screen, don't walk, run. Some of those films were meant for the long panorama screen and can only truly be appreciated as cinematic art when in a theatre. The costumes, the glamour, the wonder.
Viewing, WW
Drama- A classic never dies. If you are in a particularly intelligent, angsty, or pretentious mood a drama is a good score. They usually are the movies that got the Academy wrapped around their little finger and dominate the Best Picture category. Expect lots of night scenes, tears, suspense and maybe one or two scenes you wouldn't want to watch with Mom and Dad.
Documentary- Real reality on your TV. Documentary can vary depending on the topic of the filmmakers. This is truly a grab bag category, but nobody wants to admit it. But really, you can get anything from the flight of birds to a high school's presidential elections. The only problem: sometimes no script means no story...or does it?
Comedy- One of the big money makers. Anyone and everyone loves to laugh. From screw ball to dark, whatever your humor or pleasure you can find a comedy that will tickle your funny bone. If you're having a bad day, this would be a good one to run with. The best cure for a frown is a smile...or something corny like that.
Action- Hold onto your hats! This category is one that will leave you breathless and at the edge of your seats. Your pulse will race and you will sweat buckets if it's a good one, you'll squirm in your seat if it's a bad one. The truth is with all the advancements in technologies this category has been the most effected. Gone are the days of awesome stunt double scene where a guy hangs from a moving helicopter. Now we've got a computer to insert a dude in there. But, don't get me wrong, nothing, NOTHING is better than a great action flick.
Romantic Comedy-Another classic that doesn't seem to die. There was a dry spell for a while there when this wonder woman thought the golden age of romantic comedies died along with the rainforest and talking on your cell in the car. But again, there are still some out there gasping for air among the sea of terrible, terrible romantic comedies. My recommendation? Unless a FRIEND recommends, wait till they come out on DVD.
Horror- One word: EW. If you are one of those people who likes to be scared stupid at the movies it's because you haven't ever really been scared in real life. You are spoiled. For everyone else, just don't bother. Life is too real to pay ten dollars to be scared out of your mind.
Foreign- Que pasa? If you really, really want to look cool in front of your friends suggest a foreign film. Subtitles usually turn people off. Smart people like subtitles, smart people are cultured. Wanna make a good impression? Go foreign.
Musicals-There has been some what of a revival as of late in this category. Once considered a dinosaur of old Hollywood the movie musical is quickly becoming the new money maker. Think about it: musicals must have soundtracks, soundtracks become CDs. Come Christmas you've got a CD and DVD to sell, and twice the money! And those tunes do put a skip in your step.
Classics-To end with, the classics really don't die. If you ever get the opportunity to see one of the golden oldies on a big screen, don't walk, run. Some of those films were meant for the long panorama screen and can only truly be appreciated as cinematic art when in a theatre. The costumes, the glamour, the wonder.
Viewing, WW
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wonder Woman and Adventures in Destiny
Do you believe in fate? Do you believe in karma? The Greeks believed that fate was really three old women, blind. They determined our death by cutting our soul's string with jagged rusty scissors. Calvinist Christians believed that God knew exactly who would be the chosen people to ascend into Heaven, even before they were born. It all seems so eerie and managed. This wonder woman knows that a lot of people don't really like the idea of something or someone else running their lives, and who could blame them? We have free will, we want some credit for our actions...or do we?
Whatever YOUR beliefs on destiny, this wonder woman had to pause today and wonder about it. Because of the cut hours and the sudden supply of free time, I met a few friends for lunch to catch up and chat (lunch dates are so very vital). As the conversation flowed, it was brought to my attention that one of my dear buddies worked for an office that I applied for earlier in the month. I mentioned my application and how it was never responded to. She replies that they will be looking over application in the next week, and she has a little pull in who they choose to hire. We giggle with delight about the prospect of being co workers.
Later on, she excuses herself to the job we were just discussing. Then my other comrade and myself continue chatting. As we jabber, the big boss of that very office walks up and strikes up conversation. She asks how I am, what's going on with me. I mention the application and how I'm looking for better work. She mentions seeing my application and says things will open up. As she walks off my friend smiles.
"That is too weird..."
Loving the weird, WW
Whatever YOUR beliefs on destiny, this wonder woman had to pause today and wonder about it. Because of the cut hours and the sudden supply of free time, I met a few friends for lunch to catch up and chat (lunch dates are so very vital). As the conversation flowed, it was brought to my attention that one of my dear buddies worked for an office that I applied for earlier in the month. I mentioned my application and how it was never responded to. She replies that they will be looking over application in the next week, and she has a little pull in who they choose to hire. We giggle with delight about the prospect of being co workers.
Later on, she excuses herself to the job we were just discussing. Then my other comrade and myself continue chatting. As we jabber, the big boss of that very office walks up and strikes up conversation. She asks how I am, what's going on with me. I mention the application and how I'm looking for better work. She mentions seeing my application and says things will open up. As she walks off my friend smiles.
"That is too weird..."
Loving the weird, WW
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Wonder Woman and Adventures in The Workforce (Part III)
Wonderland is amiss...
At the Wonderland morning Town Hall meeting it became very clear that the currency exchange was becoming an issue. Sales in every department were down, down, down that rabbit hole and no one knew why or how.
"But it was so busy!" Pipped in the White Rabbit.
"I could barely keep up with all the customers!" Shouted a Wonderlander from the back.
"Maybe we're just a glorified office...being used for our internet and coffee," mused the Mad Hatter.
Whatever the reason, whatever the cause, Wonderland was looking gloomy and something had to be done. The Duchess thought and thought of a solution to her little problem. Payroll could not be met with all this silly sales business, and Wonderlanders were beginning to worry themselves sick. Then came the most remarkable solution she could possibly dream of: the wonder woman.
Oh yes, it was me. I was the solution. Don't fret, I'm not fired or anything permanent like that. I'm simply losing hours, after hours. Shifts after shifts. In fact, you could say that I have lost all my scheduled hours for almost five days. You can say it, because it's true.
But I won't complain. I'll hold my head up high and not think less of them. Times are hard. We've all had to make sacrifices. A little less outings here, one less pair of wonderful boots there...yes, sacrifices are the key to bring Wonderland back to order. Plus, with all this free time, this wonder woman can find something better.
Shopping for employment, WW
At the Wonderland morning Town Hall meeting it became very clear that the currency exchange was becoming an issue. Sales in every department were down, down, down that rabbit hole and no one knew why or how.
"But it was so busy!" Pipped in the White Rabbit.
"I could barely keep up with all the customers!" Shouted a Wonderlander from the back.
"Maybe we're just a glorified office...being used for our internet and coffee," mused the Mad Hatter.
Whatever the reason, whatever the cause, Wonderland was looking gloomy and something had to be done. The Duchess thought and thought of a solution to her little problem. Payroll could not be met with all this silly sales business, and Wonderlanders were beginning to worry themselves sick. Then came the most remarkable solution she could possibly dream of: the wonder woman.
Oh yes, it was me. I was the solution. Don't fret, I'm not fired or anything permanent like that. I'm simply losing hours, after hours. Shifts after shifts. In fact, you could say that I have lost all my scheduled hours for almost five days. You can say it, because it's true.
But I won't complain. I'll hold my head up high and not think less of them. Times are hard. We've all had to make sacrifices. A little less outings here, one less pair of wonderful boots there...yes, sacrifices are the key to bring Wonderland back to order. Plus, with all this free time, this wonder woman can find something better.
Shopping for employment, WW
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Wonder Woman and Adventures in The Workforce (Part II)
Tumbling down the rabbit hole is tougher than it sounds. Long hours, short breaks, blisters...all part of a day's work, right?
This wonder woman is a planner, I always has been. I start to punch numbers once I have some information to punch. The numbers aren't good. It seems the currency in Wonderland does not exchange well with the real world. In fact, the currency is so bad that this wonder woman will most likely have to get a second job just to make ends meet.
And I know what you're thinking, a raise will make things a little more wonderful. Raises are always on the horizon. Unfortunately, this wonder woman read the fine print. It wasn't good. Raises only after one full year of service in Wonderland. The looking glasses are at every turn. The mirrors reflecting back at me this despondent reflection. It's all so sad and grey. This wonder woman feeling less than wonderful. What kind of universe do we live in when a real life wonder woman feels anything less than WONDERFUL?!
Changes have to be made. Edits have to occur. The only question is how far does Wonderland keep its visitors, and are they invited for tea?
This wonder woman is a planner, I always has been. I start to punch numbers once I have some information to punch. The numbers aren't good. It seems the currency in Wonderland does not exchange well with the real world. In fact, the currency is so bad that this wonder woman will most likely have to get a second job just to make ends meet.
And I know what you're thinking, a raise will make things a little more wonderful. Raises are always on the horizon. Unfortunately, this wonder woman read the fine print. It wasn't good. Raises only after one full year of service in Wonderland. The looking glasses are at every turn. The mirrors reflecting back at me this despondent reflection. It's all so sad and grey. This wonder woman feeling less than wonderful. What kind of universe do we live in when a real life wonder woman feels anything less than WONDERFUL?!
Changes have to be made. Edits have to occur. The only question is how far does Wonderland keep its visitors, and are they invited for tea?
Friday, September 18, 2009
Other Wonder Women to Admire
Role models are key when trying to be wonderful in day to day life. We can slip up every now and again, so having one or two wonder women in our minds to use as examples helps quite a bit. If you were about to tell off that bozo who cut you off on the free way, but thought what would Mother Teresa do in your place, you may think twice before you whip out the bird.
Some wonder women to keep in mind when angry, as mentioned above: the Virgin Mary (...can't really top that one)
When you're need inspiration: Suzan-Lori Parks, Georgia O'Keefe, Frida Kahlo, Toni Morrison, Meryl Streep
When you want to change the world: Michelle Obama, Esther, Queen Rania of Jordan, Rosa Parks, Coco Chanel, your mother
Just generally wonderful role models: Bette Midler, Queen Latifah, Heidi Klum, Idina Menzel and (of course) Oprah
Remember: YOU ARE A WONDER WOMAN! All of the lovely ladies above are your role models because they never compromised who they are or what they believed for anyone. That is what makes a wonder woman truly wonderful, being herself.
Some wonder women to keep in mind when angry, as mentioned above: the Virgin Mary (...can't really top that one)
When you're need inspiration: Suzan-Lori Parks, Georgia O'Keefe, Frida Kahlo, Toni Morrison, Meryl Streep
When you want to change the world: Michelle Obama, Esther, Queen Rania of Jordan, Rosa Parks, Coco Chanel, your mother
Just generally wonderful role models: Bette Midler, Queen Latifah, Heidi Klum, Idina Menzel and (of course) Oprah
Remember: YOU ARE A WONDER WOMAN! All of the lovely ladies above are your role models because they never compromised who they are or what they believed for anyone. That is what makes a wonder woman truly wonderful, being herself.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wonder Woman and Adventures with Free Stuff
I don't know when it happened, I don't know how it happened, but somehow this wonder woman has been getting STUFF in the mail. And I'm not speaking of the basic stuff that everyone gets: junk, bank statements, catalogues. No. I mean I have been getting actual STUFF in the mail. Various charity organizations have been giving this wonder woman things.
I have accumulated in the past two months: three sets of return address stickers (each approximately 54-108 stickers to a set), two sets of stamps, seven animal facts cards (full color and pull out for further info), a free gift card for more animal facts cards (pending mailing in the card, which I did), two sets of notepads (recycled paper), a monthly newsletter, a magazine, and one dream catcher.
And I know what you're thinking: she gave money. Well, the answer is yes, this wonder woman did give to a wildlife charity back in May, but hardly worth all the attention for! Nature has given me thousands of priceless memories and experiences, so I gave a little back to help. I didn't expect nature to send me presents! It's like Christmas in the mailbox all year long.
In a spirit of good cheer, WW
I have accumulated in the past two months: three sets of return address stickers (each approximately 54-108 stickers to a set), two sets of stamps, seven animal facts cards (full color and pull out for further info), a free gift card for more animal facts cards (pending mailing in the card, which I did), two sets of notepads (recycled paper), a monthly newsletter, a magazine, and one dream catcher.
And I know what you're thinking: she gave money. Well, the answer is yes, this wonder woman did give to a wildlife charity back in May, but hardly worth all the attention for! Nature has given me thousands of priceless memories and experiences, so I gave a little back to help. I didn't expect nature to send me presents! It's like Christmas in the mailbox all year long.
In a spirit of good cheer, WW
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Sense of Style
I am not one of those wonder women who spends her whole paycheck on diamonds, rubies, or designer leggings. I'm a saver. However, every wonder woman should have something about the way they dress that has a quality, a thing, a look, that makes it distinctly them.
Usually a wonder woman needs no help in this area. She is simply drawn to the things she finds attractive, and they start to form a pattern. Example: Wonder Woman sees a blue dress with a pink sash, she likes. Wonder Woman also sees a little ballet flat in pink. She likes. A delicate silver chain with a silver mock bow. She likes. Put this all together and what do you have? Style ladies, style.
Everyone should have their OWN style. No wonder woman just tries something in a magazine because the magazine says it's cool. A wonder woman sees the trend before it is one. Hell, she starts it. What gives a woman style is that she understands the difference between trend and herself. She likes what she likes. If the magazines have a VERSION of it, then fine. If they don't...then you just won't be on the cover of Vogue anytime soon, will you? Style is timeless. Trends tell time. Remember shoulder pads? Ew.
Pad-less, WW
Usually a wonder woman needs no help in this area. She is simply drawn to the things she finds attractive, and they start to form a pattern. Example: Wonder Woman sees a blue dress with a pink sash, she likes. Wonder Woman also sees a little ballet flat in pink. She likes. A delicate silver chain with a silver mock bow. She likes. Put this all together and what do you have? Style ladies, style.
Everyone should have their OWN style. No wonder woman just tries something in a magazine because the magazine says it's cool. A wonder woman sees the trend before it is one. Hell, she starts it. What gives a woman style is that she understands the difference between trend and herself. She likes what she likes. If the magazines have a VERSION of it, then fine. If they don't...then you just won't be on the cover of Vogue anytime soon, will you? Style is timeless. Trends tell time. Remember shoulder pads? Ew.
Pad-less, WW
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Wonder Woman and Adventures in The Workforce (Part I)
The first day. The first day you enter into a new employment venture can be the most terrifying thing you ever do. Your palms sweat, you forget your lunch, you listen instead of speak. You can be the most wonderful wonder woman of them all, but a first day on the job can take the wind right out of your sails.
I enter the bookseller at 7:30am, on the dot. The Duchess is in a whirlwind. She's got carts of books. She's got clip boards. She got paperwork. She's got a look in her eye that screams: Don't mess! I've got a knife! I realize I've really fallen down the rabbit hole. I'm taken to the back where I have to read the Wonderland Bookseller Bible. I'm greeted by various Wonderlanders. They all seem nice and interesting. All with long hair and almond spectacles. All wear earth tones and big shoes. There are wine-o's, and now I see there are bookies. I can sense a ripple in Wonderland though, a tension that cannot surface on its own.
After the brief Wonderland Bookseller Town Hall Meeting, the Duchess informs me this was a bad day to start. A popular book is making its debut on the market and a Wonderlander's husband didn't make it through the night. I'm a back burner thought. It's no problem though. This wonder woman has had her fair share of sudden tragedy. Sudden tragedy is a startle for the inexperienced, a turn in the wind for ones with insight.
So the day was not as planned. I was given the Wonderland Bookseller Seller's Tutorial booklet, a register, and was left alone to find my own way out of the rabbit hole. I did. I AM a wonder woman, after all. But this wonder woman begins to wonder about herself... Are my powers being used for good, bad, or being lost through the looking glass?
Reflecting, WW.
I enter the bookseller at 7:30am, on the dot. The Duchess is in a whirlwind. She's got carts of books. She's got clip boards. She got paperwork. She's got a look in her eye that screams: Don't mess! I've got a knife! I realize I've really fallen down the rabbit hole. I'm taken to the back where I have to read the Wonderland Bookseller Bible. I'm greeted by various Wonderlanders. They all seem nice and interesting. All with long hair and almond spectacles. All wear earth tones and big shoes. There are wine-o's, and now I see there are bookies. I can sense a ripple in Wonderland though, a tension that cannot surface on its own.
After the brief Wonderland Bookseller Town Hall Meeting, the Duchess informs me this was a bad day to start. A popular book is making its debut on the market and a Wonderlander's husband didn't make it through the night. I'm a back burner thought. It's no problem though. This wonder woman has had her fair share of sudden tragedy. Sudden tragedy is a startle for the inexperienced, a turn in the wind for ones with insight.
So the day was not as planned. I was given the Wonderland Bookseller Seller's Tutorial booklet, a register, and was left alone to find my own way out of the rabbit hole. I did. I AM a wonder woman, after all. But this wonder woman begins to wonder about herself... Are my powers being used for good, bad, or being lost through the looking glass?
Reflecting, WW.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Lunch Dates
Every wonder woman should have lunch dates with her fellow wonder women. It's a perfect way to catch up on your recent crime fighting, saving the world, and any supermen that have charmed one of the lunch date attenders. With any lunch date there are a few key things to remember:
Never go without taking a little more time in front of the mirror. We all like looking good, but we LOVE looking good for our friends/significant others. So bust out that cute little outfit you've been dying to wear out on the town. Your girlfriends will love it just as much as you.
Agree on a place that fits your taste buds and wallets. Wallets should always take priority. If one wonder woman can afford more than another, then always ask the one with less money where SHE wants to go. It's polite, kind, and the right thing to do. Could you imagine going to some fancy place when you can barely make rent? How nervous would you be when the bill gets passed around?
Stay as long as you can! Lunch dates are meant for catching up and making new plans. They are not meant to be rushed. If you have plans after the lunch date, try to push the lunch time up further so you can feel relaxed and at ease while you dine and dish. What is better than lunch? Brunch.
And finally, never make lunch plans with anyone or anything you wouldn't want to. Lunch dates are sacred and holy things, reserved for the best of the best of your friends. It would be a tragedy to waste a lunch date on something silly like a business meeting, laundry, or (worse) someone you really, really just don't enjoy spending time with. Take the time for enjoyment. Don't take it for anything less.
Looking forward to lunching, WW
Never go without taking a little more time in front of the mirror. We all like looking good, but we LOVE looking good for our friends/significant others. So bust out that cute little outfit you've been dying to wear out on the town. Your girlfriends will love it just as much as you.
Agree on a place that fits your taste buds and wallets. Wallets should always take priority. If one wonder woman can afford more than another, then always ask the one with less money where SHE wants to go. It's polite, kind, and the right thing to do. Could you imagine going to some fancy place when you can barely make rent? How nervous would you be when the bill gets passed around?
Stay as long as you can! Lunch dates are meant for catching up and making new plans. They are not meant to be rushed. If you have plans after the lunch date, try to push the lunch time up further so you can feel relaxed and at ease while you dine and dish. What is better than lunch? Brunch.
And finally, never make lunch plans with anyone or anything you wouldn't want to. Lunch dates are sacred and holy things, reserved for the best of the best of your friends. It would be a tragedy to waste a lunch date on something silly like a business meeting, laundry, or (worse) someone you really, really just don't enjoy spending time with. Take the time for enjoyment. Don't take it for anything less.
Looking forward to lunching, WW
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wonder Woman and Adventures in Interviewing (Part V)
A phone call yesterday led to a second interview today. 1:00pm with the booksellers. I try on a few outfits, trying to figure out what exactly business casual MEANS. After several failed attempts to capture the essence of bohemian professional I give up with a red cardigan and Mexican peasant top. After a quick lunch I drive over.
I'm not so nervous this time around. It may be my wonder woman powers were finally maturing or I'm just used it by now. I'm taken into the back of Bookseller Land, where the walls are not so flashy and the books are no where to be found. Have I fallen down the rabbit hole? The manager, the Queen of Bookseller Land, interviews me this time round. She wants to know about me and my adventures as a wonder woman. I tell. I'm hoping she's the Duchess, and not the Queen of Hearts. It's a nice little chat. Much more relaxed than previous interviews. Much more flowing instead of GO GO GO!
She asks if I have any questions. I only want to know when I can hear from them.
"Oh don't worry about that, I'm offering you the job," she replies. Well, it seems the adventures of a wonder woman CAN impress.
Employed, WW
I'm not so nervous this time around. It may be my wonder woman powers were finally maturing or I'm just used it by now. I'm taken into the back of Bookseller Land, where the walls are not so flashy and the books are no where to be found. Have I fallen down the rabbit hole? The manager, the Queen of Bookseller Land, interviews me this time round. She wants to know about me and my adventures as a wonder woman. I tell. I'm hoping she's the Duchess, and not the Queen of Hearts. It's a nice little chat. Much more relaxed than previous interviews. Much more flowing instead of GO GO GO!
She asks if I have any questions. I only want to know when I can hear from them.
"Oh don't worry about that, I'm offering you the job," she replies. Well, it seems the adventures of a wonder woman CAN impress.
Employed, WW
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Being Intelligent
I know what you're thinking: But I'm a wonder woman, I'm already intelligent! It comes with the package.
And you are right my friends. You are so very right. However, there is a slight difference between having intelligence and BEING intelligent. To have means you own, posses, or hold this quality. To be intelligent means that you have the IDENTITY of intelligence. A very distinct variation.
So, in order to show your intelligence, your gift, you must be willing to express your opinions. Nothing is more intelligent than having an opinion on issues of the day. In order to have an opinion, you must be informed on the issues. How can you have a view on anything if you know little to nothing about it? I implore you: READ READ READ!
Information is literally bursting from your fingertips these days. Your daily newspaper gives you information on your doorstep every day. The Internet has those newspaper's web pages for your viewing pleasure. Your local public library is stoked full of knowledge on almost anything you can wonder or dream about. There is no reason not to be informed other than lack of discipline.
We all have things going on. We all have responsibilities. We are all busy. Yet, some of us still find the time to be knowledgeable. This is what separates those who have intelligence, and those who are. The people who actively seek out the importance of past, present, and future; these are the people who are identified as intelligent. They are being intelligent. The ones who simply have it are wasting their minds with little this es and that's that fill their time and worries. They are ignoring what is most important: the greatness of humanity. By ignoring this, you no longer have your intelligence. You are relinquishing it.
Do not be so uninformed. Do not relinquish your intellect because it's easier or comfortable. Be intelligent.
Seeking wisdom, WW
And you are right my friends. You are so very right. However, there is a slight difference between having intelligence and BEING intelligent. To have means you own, posses, or hold this quality. To be intelligent means that you have the IDENTITY of intelligence. A very distinct variation.
So, in order to show your intelligence, your gift, you must be willing to express your opinions. Nothing is more intelligent than having an opinion on issues of the day. In order to have an opinion, you must be informed on the issues. How can you have a view on anything if you know little to nothing about it? I implore you: READ READ READ!
Information is literally bursting from your fingertips these days. Your daily newspaper gives you information on your doorstep every day. The Internet has those newspaper's web pages for your viewing pleasure. Your local public library is stoked full of knowledge on almost anything you can wonder or dream about. There is no reason not to be informed other than lack of discipline.
We all have things going on. We all have responsibilities. We are all busy. Yet, some of us still find the time to be knowledgeable. This is what separates those who have intelligence, and those who are. The people who actively seek out the importance of past, present, and future; these are the people who are identified as intelligent. They are being intelligent. The ones who simply have it are wasting their minds with little this es and that's that fill their time and worries. They are ignoring what is most important: the greatness of humanity. By ignoring this, you no longer have your intelligence. You are relinquishing it.
Do not be so uninformed. Do not relinquish your intellect because it's easier or comfortable. Be intelligent.
Seeking wisdom, WW
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Bring a Lonely Blogger
It's true. This wonder woman puts some time and effort into her blogs. She even rereads and edits sometimes just for kicks. I would say approximately 1-2.5 hours a day is devoted to these little lessons and stories I share with all of you out there in Cyberland. It's rewarding to write a little piece and then see it on your very own computer screen, glowing like a shiny new toy.
What makes it a little lonely is the lack of feedback. You put yourself out there day after day with no response. No comments. Crickets. Not even little check marks next to the fun, pre-made comments.
(Sigh).
Such is life, I suppose. To be a blogger you must be willing to be ignored. After all, there are literally THOUSANDS of other bloggers out there writing about their stuff. There's the one who writes about little notes he finds in used books. There's the one all about Tai Chi. I'm sure there's probably one out there for that obscure Japanese cartoon you were obsessed with when you were thirteen (or maybe you still are...?) Yet we soldier on, continuing our lonely quest to be read and responded to. Hopefully the internet will find a way to reach out to all of us. Give us each our moment to shine and have others find us and reply to our posts. Maybe this is why God doesn't always directly respond to everyone... too many blogs.
Waiting for your reply, WW
What makes it a little lonely is the lack of feedback. You put yourself out there day after day with no response. No comments. Crickets. Not even little check marks next to the fun, pre-made comments.
(Sigh).
Such is life, I suppose. To be a blogger you must be willing to be ignored. After all, there are literally THOUSANDS of other bloggers out there writing about their stuff. There's the one who writes about little notes he finds in used books. There's the one all about Tai Chi. I'm sure there's probably one out there for that obscure Japanese cartoon you were obsessed with when you were thirteen (or maybe you still are...?) Yet we soldier on, continuing our lonely quest to be read and responded to. Hopefully the internet will find a way to reach out to all of us. Give us each our moment to shine and have others find us and reply to our posts. Maybe this is why God doesn't always directly respond to everyone... too many blogs.
Waiting for your reply, WW
Monday, September 7, 2009
Labor Day
The irony of this holiday in this particular point in history did not escape this wonder woman. No, in fact it hit her like a jackknife to the chest.
We take aside one Monday in the year to celebrate the greatness of our own workforce. What it takes to run one of the world's largest economic powers is a workforce that doesn't mind that they get less vacation time than other nations, or that their prices are significantly higher, or their lives are literally bought and sold to insurance companies, conglomerates, and/or their place of work. No, they trudge on. They literally buy into the system that keeps some in the lowest of the low, and others in the highest of the high. Now more than ever.
As of today, this wonder woman's state unemployment is at 11.9%. A little more than a tenth of the population is trying desperately to find work, and to no success. We are the working horse of our own economy and reaping no rewards for it. Grossly over qualified citizens are applying for jobs that used to only require a high school diploma. Now they require a masters.
So I feel as though a small rant on the day in which we celebrate our own toil, industry, drudgery, effort and menial work when we are denied as much seemed appropriate. For many of us this is not a day off, simply one more day without a paycheck.
Unemployed, WW
We take aside one Monday in the year to celebrate the greatness of our own workforce. What it takes to run one of the world's largest economic powers is a workforce that doesn't mind that they get less vacation time than other nations, or that their prices are significantly higher, or their lives are literally bought and sold to insurance companies, conglomerates, and/or their place of work. No, they trudge on. They literally buy into the system that keeps some in the lowest of the low, and others in the highest of the high. Now more than ever.
As of today, this wonder woman's state unemployment is at 11.9%. A little more than a tenth of the population is trying desperately to find work, and to no success. We are the working horse of our own economy and reaping no rewards for it. Grossly over qualified citizens are applying for jobs that used to only require a high school diploma. Now they require a masters.
So I feel as though a small rant on the day in which we celebrate our own toil, industry, drudgery, effort and menial work when we are denied as much seemed appropriate. For many of us this is not a day off, simply one more day without a paycheck.
Unemployed, WW
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Wonder Woman and Adventures in Interviewing (Part IV)
The rainstorm continued yesterday with a second interview in twenty-four hours. Don't worry, this wonder woman didn't let it get to her. In fact, seeing the geographic location of the bookseller, I realized that I could get in contact with some friends prior to interviewing at the old college campus.
After a few hellos at my Alma Mater, I drove to the bookseller noted in the previous addition. It was hot that day, and my cute little interview number was drenched in my own body sweat. I took half an hour before the interview time to wander the fancy strip mall in search of air conditioning, cool liquids, and time killers. Thankfully I found all three in a world market store where much time was productively wasted (I now have a running list of things that should be purchased once money flow increases).
So, calm, cool and quenched, this wonder woman arrived at the bookseller in ample time. I confidently went over to customer service. I waited patiently for her would-be bookie boss to arrive, and we had a fine time interviewing in the bookseller's cafe. Bookie Boss even complemented me on my pro interviewing skills. Little did she know she was dealing with a real, live wonder woman. Wonder women always have slam dunk interviews. And are never late, either (see Wonder Woman and Adventures in Interviewing Part III).
Hopefully there will be a phone call in the next week for round two of interviews for this job. It has a pay check promised at the end of the rainbow. And insurance. And paid vacations. And maybe even a prospect of a little more freedom.
Crossing fingers, WW
After a few hellos at my Alma Mater, I drove to the bookseller noted in the previous addition. It was hot that day, and my cute little interview number was drenched in my own body sweat. I took half an hour before the interview time to wander the fancy strip mall in search of air conditioning, cool liquids, and time killers. Thankfully I found all three in a world market store where much time was productively wasted (I now have a running list of things that should be purchased once money flow increases).
So, calm, cool and quenched, this wonder woman arrived at the bookseller in ample time. I confidently went over to customer service. I waited patiently for her would-be bookie boss to arrive, and we had a fine time interviewing in the bookseller's cafe. Bookie Boss even complemented me on my pro interviewing skills. Little did she know she was dealing with a real, live wonder woman. Wonder women always have slam dunk interviews. And are never late, either (see Wonder Woman and Adventures in Interviewing Part III).
Hopefully there will be a phone call in the next week for round two of interviews for this job. It has a pay check promised at the end of the rainbow. And insurance. And paid vacations. And maybe even a prospect of a little more freedom.
Crossing fingers, WW
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wonder Woman and Adventures in Interviewing: Part III
They say when it rains, it pours. And when it pours it hails, and when it hails...well you get the idea. And they, whoever they are, aren't lying. Interviewing, job hunting, it's a risky business. One day you're on top of the world, the next you're staring at your computer screen begging for it to offer you a job. But once you get one phone call...
Today was an interview with a certain non-profit marine based organization. Government operated and funded, it's a little satelite office by the harbor. I was going to interview as an intern. It wouldn't pay, it would be office/outreach work with kids, this wonder woman could handle it. On the way (I had left with plenty of time to spare, 10:30am interview means leaving 45 minutes early for a 30 minute drive) the unthinkable happens: I start to ponder.
My go-to, my interviewer, mentioned in email they had another site, and make sure to come to the satelite one. Did I get the direction to the right site? Had I gone too far? This was a really long drive. I'm so sweaty...did my hair dry? God it looks bad...do I smell? I only have ten minutes to get there! What the hell! Then, more disaster: a missed call and voicemail from my go-to: "Our meeting was at 10:00, it's now 10:15...I was wondering where you were."
Balls. Don't worry, this wonder woman did not panic. She went ballistic. Driving like a maniac the rest of the way, nearly killing a few fishermen on their way to the shore, I arrived frantically searching for the office. I find it at 10:35am, and a meeting is transpiring. Now I really would be pushing my luck. Late. Hot and stinky. Interrupting real productivity. Balls.
I sat outside the office observing the water and docked boats. I was trying to think of a few ways I could get out of this horrible situation without looking like a total idiot. That was when my go-to found me. "Are you here for the interview?"
I explained my tardiness: "I thought it was a 10:30 interview, I'm so sorry." She checks her email and realizes I was right. She apologizes. I breath a sigh of relief. I'm not an idiot. I'm still a wonder woman (I would have to find someone else to write the advice if I wasn't anymore). She gives me the scoop. Turns out my resume and interests in the program make me one of the big runners for the gig. Who knew office work would work for you? She gives me some pamphlets and tells me to keep in touch, and so will she.
As I head home I remember: I HAVE TO MAKE A PHONE CALL! Another wonder woman, friend to this one, pulled a few strings and got my application at the top of the pile at a certain bookseller across town. I get home, change out of my sweaty nice clothes and into weather appropriate ones, and grab the note with the name and number. Call after 4:00pm it says. I'm still good.
A few hours later, I give the book dealer a call. She too, is interested from my resume and talking to me. She asks for me to come in at 4:00 tomorrow. When it rains it pours, who knows what tomorrow will bring... a full time gig at the capital? Who knows.
Waiting with her umbrella, WW
Today was an interview with a certain non-profit marine based organization. Government operated and funded, it's a little satelite office by the harbor. I was going to interview as an intern. It wouldn't pay, it would be office/outreach work with kids, this wonder woman could handle it. On the way (I had left with plenty of time to spare, 10:30am interview means leaving 45 minutes early for a 30 minute drive) the unthinkable happens: I start to ponder.
My go-to, my interviewer, mentioned in email they had another site, and make sure to come to the satelite one. Did I get the direction to the right site? Had I gone too far? This was a really long drive. I'm so sweaty...did my hair dry? God it looks bad...do I smell? I only have ten minutes to get there! What the hell! Then, more disaster: a missed call and voicemail from my go-to: "Our meeting was at 10:00, it's now 10:15...I was wondering where you were."
Balls. Don't worry, this wonder woman did not panic. She went ballistic. Driving like a maniac the rest of the way, nearly killing a few fishermen on their way to the shore, I arrived frantically searching for the office. I find it at 10:35am, and a meeting is transpiring. Now I really would be pushing my luck. Late. Hot and stinky. Interrupting real productivity. Balls.
I sat outside the office observing the water and docked boats. I was trying to think of a few ways I could get out of this horrible situation without looking like a total idiot. That was when my go-to found me. "Are you here for the interview?"
I explained my tardiness: "I thought it was a 10:30 interview, I'm so sorry." She checks her email and realizes I was right. She apologizes. I breath a sigh of relief. I'm not an idiot. I'm still a wonder woman (I would have to find someone else to write the advice if I wasn't anymore). She gives me the scoop. Turns out my resume and interests in the program make me one of the big runners for the gig. Who knew office work would work for you? She gives me some pamphlets and tells me to keep in touch, and so will she.
As I head home I remember: I HAVE TO MAKE A PHONE CALL! Another wonder woman, friend to this one, pulled a few strings and got my application at the top of the pile at a certain bookseller across town. I get home, change out of my sweaty nice clothes and into weather appropriate ones, and grab the note with the name and number. Call after 4:00pm it says. I'm still good.
A few hours later, I give the book dealer a call. She too, is interested from my resume and talking to me. She asks for me to come in at 4:00 tomorrow. When it rains it pours, who knows what tomorrow will bring... a full time gig at the capital? Who knows.
Waiting with her umbrella, WW
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Staying Fit
You've seen Wonder Woman. That girl is FIT. She runs around in a bathing suit and boots all day, every day. And not a tiny bit of cellulite.
For the rest of us wonder women our bodies might be something we love, hate, or something in between. It has been a battle through out the ages: women vs. their bodies. Women in the Victorian area literally crushed ribs to fit into corsets. Women in the twenties were anorexic flappers, chest less, hip less, and woman less. In the nineties women started to hop on the plastic surgery boat, literally cutting themselves and mutilating their own bodies to make them something they are not. From no fault of our own we can let our world tell us what our bodies should be. What they are is an entirely different matter.
We are wonder women. We have bodies that empower us. Our thighs help us stand up to injustice, the bigger the better. Our stomachs nourish us and hold our womanhood with pride. Our chests hold the fat and nutrients necessary to sustain another life. Our brains give us our intelligence, poise, and power. We are unstoppable, and our bodies carry us to do the unstoppable. It is an evolutionary fact. If it was not, every woman on the planet would bone thin with no curves. Instead, we arch and bow like the earth itself.
The more skinny a woman is, the more likely she is to be sick, frail, and vulnerable to the world around her. She may be pleasing to the eye but she is not fulfilling her body's destiny: to cradle her very life. Let's remember the ultimate truth: Physical beauty comes not from thinness, but healthiness. Our bodies make us the wonder women we are. They give us power. Empower yourself and remember: you are only as beautiful as your body is healthy
Muscular and healthy, WW
For the rest of us wonder women our bodies might be something we love, hate, or something in between. It has been a battle through out the ages: women vs. their bodies. Women in the Victorian area literally crushed ribs to fit into corsets. Women in the twenties were anorexic flappers, chest less, hip less, and woman less. In the nineties women started to hop on the plastic surgery boat, literally cutting themselves and mutilating their own bodies to make them something they are not. From no fault of our own we can let our world tell us what our bodies should be. What they are is an entirely different matter.
We are wonder women. We have bodies that empower us. Our thighs help us stand up to injustice, the bigger the better. Our stomachs nourish us and hold our womanhood with pride. Our chests hold the fat and nutrients necessary to sustain another life. Our brains give us our intelligence, poise, and power. We are unstoppable, and our bodies carry us to do the unstoppable. It is an evolutionary fact. If it was not, every woman on the planet would bone thin with no curves. Instead, we arch and bow like the earth itself.
The more skinny a woman is, the more likely she is to be sick, frail, and vulnerable to the world around her. She may be pleasing to the eye but she is not fulfilling her body's destiny: to cradle her very life. Let's remember the ultimate truth: Physical beauty comes not from thinness, but healthiness. Our bodies make us the wonder women we are. They give us power. Empower yourself and remember: you are only as beautiful as your body is healthy
Muscular and healthy, WW
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Wonder Woman and Adventures with Service Dogs
This wonder woman wanted to take some of her own advice and take a day trip. She planned ahead of time, picked a location (a natural history museum of a certain metropolis), got a buddy (a sibling), and was off to beat the day to day grind of blogging and bacon writing.
Upon arrival of the museum, it wouldn't take a wonder woman to see that it was gonna be crowded. Families were scattered all over the front lawn of the museum. Some were having picnics, some were playing in the grass. This wonder woman wanted to get the crap in the museum because the heat wave has yet to pass, and it was about 110 degrees outside.
Inside the place was packed with cub scouts, YMCA groups, families, random running boys, etc. The birds section was particularly unnerving when this wonder woman had to refrain from punching a kid's lights out when he slammed his foot on hers (I'm a wonder woman, not a saint). One group caught my attention more than the rest. Two women and a man. They must have been a family, all over the age of thirty. The man was in a wheelchair, the older woman pushing it and the younger going up close to exhibits and explaining tiny details. This wasn't really odd, and they wouldn't have captured my attention so fully if not for the service dog.
The man in the wheelchair, who seemed totally able-bodied besides being in the wheelchair, had this service dog. It wasn't your typical...well, stereotypical service dog. Not to say that I am prejudiced about service dogs, any dog can be a service dog. Wonder women shouldn't judge. A dog can be anything it wants to be, this is America.
It was a french bulldog. A little black one. Fat too. Odd to say the least. Yet obviously this system worked: Lady pushing wheelchair, guy in wheelchair, lady guiding and the service dog makes four. But I couldn't help but wonder what exactly a french bulldog could do as a service dog...they're short, can they open doors? They drool, can they bring you various objects? Who picks a french bulldog as a service dog? I didn't know french bulldogs were in the service business. How does a french bulldog serve? Cuddles? Patience? Door stops?
Watch out labs! The french bulldog is on the rise, WW
Upon arrival of the museum, it wouldn't take a wonder woman to see that it was gonna be crowded. Families were scattered all over the front lawn of the museum. Some were having picnics, some were playing in the grass. This wonder woman wanted to get the crap in the museum because the heat wave has yet to pass, and it was about 110 degrees outside.
Inside the place was packed with cub scouts, YMCA groups, families, random running boys, etc. The birds section was particularly unnerving when this wonder woman had to refrain from punching a kid's lights out when he slammed his foot on hers (I'm a wonder woman, not a saint). One group caught my attention more than the rest. Two women and a man. They must have been a family, all over the age of thirty. The man was in a wheelchair, the older woman pushing it and the younger going up close to exhibits and explaining tiny details. This wasn't really odd, and they wouldn't have captured my attention so fully if not for the service dog.
The man in the wheelchair, who seemed totally able-bodied besides being in the wheelchair, had this service dog. It wasn't your typical...well, stereotypical service dog. Not to say that I am prejudiced about service dogs, any dog can be a service dog. Wonder women shouldn't judge. A dog can be anything it wants to be, this is America.
It was a french bulldog. A little black one. Fat too. Odd to say the least. Yet obviously this system worked: Lady pushing wheelchair, guy in wheelchair, lady guiding and the service dog makes four. But I couldn't help but wonder what exactly a french bulldog could do as a service dog...they're short, can they open doors? They drool, can they bring you various objects? Who picks a french bulldog as a service dog? I didn't know french bulldogs were in the service business. How does a french bulldog serve? Cuddles? Patience? Door stops?
Watch out labs! The french bulldog is on the rise, WW
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