Don’t wait for your ship to come in. Go out and meet it.
The six official U.N. languages are Arabic, Chinese,
English, French, Russian, and Spanish.
Last week I met with a representative from the Maryland
Department of Education to create my Individualized Plan of Employment. My job goal is Computer Support – Help Desk –
a less-than-exciting objective. I was
hoping for a more ambitious objective like Programmer. My next step is to meet with a job developer
who can get me in the door for some job interviews, which should be all that I
need. In the meantime, I continue
studying for Windows 7 certification. I
just finished the chapter on TCP/IP, which is how the world will communicate in
the future. I know a lot more about the
topic than I did six weeks ago – ‘nuff said.
Update -- I missed my appointment with the job developer
because the paratransit van could not/did not/would not wait for me to walk
down and meet it. I actually saw it pull
away. Needless to say, I was way beyond
pissed off at the time. I went back up
to the apartment and registered a complaint, then called the job developer to
cancel and apologize. It’s been a week
since this occurred, and I haven’t yet called back to reschedule. I’ll do this tomorrow. Man’s inhumanity to man is starting to get to
me.
Second update – I’ve called the job developer back a couple
of times and left messages, and have not yet received a response. On my next call I will politely question their
professionalism.
A couple months ago I did a two-mile run on the Southwest
Waterfront on a particularly hazy/hot day – not the best day to go running, but
it had to be done. While I was
stretching after the run, I was approached by a young white kid (no more than
seven) who was delightfully open-minded and curious. He asked me where I lived, how I got to the
Waterfront, and stuff like that there.
His older brother (a couple years older, no more) was about 30 feet away
behind a monument to the people who perished when the Titanic sank, totally
engrossed in whatever – I mean, dirt, air and water: what else does a nine-year-old kid need for
entertainment? I was somewhat concerned
about where their parents or guardians were, but I was much more concerned
about what any other adult who witnessed this conversation would have
thought. I didn’t even ask the kid his
name or where his parents were; I just finished my stretches and high-tailed it
out of there.
Hope and pray for the best, but prepare for the worst.
I’m casually preparing my next online grocery order, and I
notice that so far two categories have far more entries than any other –
cookies and candy. To be fair, I haven’t
gone to the meat section yet, and I’m sure that dairy has a huge selection as
well. In the meantime, my cookie
selections have been weaned down to ginger snaps and vanilla wafers (the
off-brand wafers, not the pricey ones).
I was accosted by a member of the church across the way
while I was stretching for my run. He
was kind enough to correct my stretching technique, and then launched into his spiel. I happily answered his questions until he
basically told me that I wasn’t going to get into heaven if I didn’t go to
church. Sorry, but that is precisely
where I draw the line. Looking back, I
thank the gentleman for helping me to figure this out.
Back at St. Catherine of Siena
in St. Albans , Queens, the rainy day PA
announcement that “recess will be held in the cafeteria due to inclement
weather” always made me wonder (a) who “Clement” was and (b) how did he get so
much sway over the weather….
Crazy thing to try:
Smile at the first person you see when you leave the house. And, of course, where you’re in the
house! J_
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