Is it just me or has the new generation of young adults taken on an attitude of self entitlement?
I have spent the past few weeks looking at job pages. There seems to be thousands of jobs out there. Now don't get me wrong these jobs are just that jobs not dream careers.
I started thinking about America jobless because I have been taking coffee and cookies down to Seattle's Occupy headquarters. I have been shocked at how many young people are there. I was talking to a young girl yesterday and she actually told me," I am tired of working crap jobs!" She told me she collects food stamps for her and her baby and she lives with friends.
As a parent I understand the need to care for ones offspring but when I see over 300,000 jobs listed on job sites I have to wonder if the unemployment rate is so high because our children are just spoiled rotten?
I was told by another occupy protester that you had to know someone to get a job.So I decided to come home and do a little experiment.
Last week I made my self a gmail account under an alias. Then I made a simple resume with no work experience and typed up a cover letter with the skills a high school student has. I applied for a dozen jobs and so far I have been offered interviews for 8 of them. The hours might might not be perfect the work my not be as fun as playing rock band but work is just that work! These jobs pay between $1500-3500 a month they do not require a degree!
In my search I have found that pretty much every cell phone company has at least 4-8 job openings.
yes, you might have to deal with some grumpy customers,but, hey dealing with grumpy people is a good life skill to have!
I recently told my own offspring, "They can't hire you if you don't apply for the job!" What is the worst thing that can happen? Well they can say no, so you move on to the next place.
On a personal note 18 years ago my husband was job hunting he applied for a position and got the thanks but no thanks letter. He applied again with a new resume changing some key words and adding a new cover letter and eh got the job. Moral of the story:
Sometimes we need to fail so that we can succeed! Don't be afraid to put yourself out there.
Friday, November 11, 2011
A Candy Apple Army Experience
My first duty station was at Walter Reed Army Medical Center which was considered the candy apple army. I was supposed to go to Korea first but that is another story for another time. My job in the finance office was pretty easy so I got permission to get a part time job as a bartender in the NCO / Officer’s club.
One Friday afternoon I was stocking the cooler preparing for boss 's night, when I turned to help a polite soldier who had come in for a drink. As I turned to help him I about came out of my own skin.
This soldier has been hit by a scud missile, from the elbows down he had no arms, his face was more terrifying than any Hollywood horror movie monster, skim melted off, he had no legs. He used his elbows and mouth to open out a small coin purse and asked me to count out enough for a beer.
Living on base at WRAMC had its plus points, our mess hall was the hospital cafeteria, and being the hospital in DC the food was pretty good so I ate there most the time. What I remember most about being at WRAMC was the people I would meet at the hospital, in the cafeteria, elevators and in the hospital smoking areas. I spent hours visiting people in their rooms and sneaking then up booze in mouth wash bottles. (It was one of those sneaking booze into the hospital when Peter saw me for the first time).
Now back to that young soldier that lost both arms facial skin and his legs. He was only 19, to young to have a drink. He showed me his exit papers he was only getting 30% disability! I served him a drink anyway, it was on the house!
One Friday afternoon I was stocking the cooler preparing for boss 's night, when I turned to help a polite soldier who had come in for a drink. As I turned to help him I about came out of my own skin.
This soldier has been hit by a scud missile, from the elbows down he had no arms, his face was more terrifying than any Hollywood horror movie monster, skim melted off, he had no legs. He used his elbows and mouth to open out a small coin purse and asked me to count out enough for a beer.
Living on base at WRAMC had its plus points, our mess hall was the hospital cafeteria, and being the hospital in DC the food was pretty good so I ate there most the time. What I remember most about being at WRAMC was the people I would meet at the hospital, in the cafeteria, elevators and in the hospital smoking areas. I spent hours visiting people in their rooms and sneaking then up booze in mouth wash bottles. (It was one of those sneaking booze into the hospital when Peter saw me for the first time).
Now back to that young soldier that lost both arms facial skin and his legs. He was only 19, to young to have a drink. He showed me his exit papers he was only getting 30% disability! I served him a drink anyway, it was on the house!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Shame on you Issaquah!
Sunday July 10, 2011
I was not planning to get out of my car, I was just dropping a kid off at kid stage.
While leaving downtown Issaquah around noon today I was sitting at the traffic light near the pool heading south. I saw an elderly lady trip and fall on the sidewalk ahead. I counted, twenty cars came around the corner and just drove past her lying on the ground. I finally ran the light and pulled up to help her. I had forgot that all I was wearing was my night gown. Her glasses had gone into the bridge of her nose, one eye lens had popped out of her glasses, and she was unable to get up on her own. Blood everywhere. She had literally fallen flat on her face.
Three cars honked at me for stopping and then a car pulled up behind me to help. The driver of the other car and her two sons called 911 asI kept direct pressure on her wounds. The fire department arrived quickly and took over!
I am shocked that so many people in Issaquah just drove by a 91 year old women on a sidewalk!
Thank you the good Samaritans that stopped to assist her and the 5 hot fireman that showed up so quickly to take care of her.
Cynthia
I was not planning to get out of my car, I was just dropping a kid off at kid stage.
While leaving downtown Issaquah around noon today I was sitting at the traffic light near the pool heading south. I saw an elderly lady trip and fall on the sidewalk ahead. I counted, twenty cars came around the corner and just drove past her lying on the ground. I finally ran the light and pulled up to help her. I had forgot that all I was wearing was my night gown. Her glasses had gone into the bridge of her nose, one eye lens had popped out of her glasses, and she was unable to get up on her own. Blood everywhere. She had literally fallen flat on her face.
Three cars honked at me for stopping and then a car pulled up behind me to help. The driver of the other car and her two sons called 911 asI kept direct pressure on her wounds. The fire department arrived quickly and took over!
I am shocked that so many people in Issaquah just drove by a 91 year old women on a sidewalk!
Thank you the good Samaritans that stopped to assist her and the 5 hot fireman that showed up so quickly to take care of her.
Cynthia
Monday, June 20, 2011
Molly Doesn't Live Here Anymore.
Molly doesn’t live Here Anymore!
Mom didn’t believe that children needed many things, and dad went along whether he agreed or not. "A nice neat simple life", I remember them constantly saying,” We can’t have the house looking like Romper Room now can we?” I was told from the time I was a small child that it just wasn't healthy to get attached to material things. Doing so was an outright sin as well as being considered greedy.
The closer it got to my ninth birthday the worse I felt. The pain in my stomach was so bad I was sure that it felt just like someone was stabbing me with a knife. Later I learned that was not what a being stabbed felt like at all but we won’t go into that here. I new that if I were to die at that minute I would go straight to the burning pits of hello for what I was thinking about doing was certainly a huge sin.
The BOX
Every year a week before my birthday my parents would come to my room with a box, I was to put all the gifts from my previous birthday into the box. I would have about an hour to do this chore. After placing everything into the box my parents and I would go over a list of charities that were collecting toys for less fortunate children. Once we had picked one my parents would call and set up an appointment for us to deliver them. I never really minded this family tradition, until my ninth birthday.
Great Grandma La Gra had give Molly to me the previous year. Molly was the perfect friend. She was about 15 inches tall with long straight, dishwater blonde hair. Her skin was like porcelain even though she was made of plastic. He lips where painted a soft pastel shade of pink. Her cheeks were blushed as if she were just kissed by a cool sweet breeze. Molly’s dress was white cotton with little pink roses on it. She wore bobby socks and little white sandals. She was not an expensive doll but Molly was more than just a stupid toy. Molly was my best friend. Oh how I loved Molly, I really didn’t want to put her in the box.
The Big Sin
The box sat outside my bedroom door for a couple of days. I had put a few of my other gifts from the previous year inside the box carefully. Then I hid Molly and when asked about her whereabouts I lied! I told my parents I had not seen here and that I was concerned that she had run away.
After a fifteen minute lecture that seemed more like three hours on the topic of how children today don’t take care of things. I thought I was off the hook and that they would move on. I was so wrong! Dear ol’ mom offered to go help me find the missing doll. My heart dropped all the way to my big toe. I thought for sure I was going to vomit. I can honestly say I don’t think I ever felt so panicked! What does one do when cornered, confess sins or keep mouth shut! Mom would find Molly in minutes and she did! Molly was now in the box and it was time to take the box to the children’s hospital.
I remember thinking on the drive o the hospital that I would rather give a kidney or any other part of my body that someone should use if I could only keep my best friend. But I knew it was pointless to argue. Once we arrived at the hospital I asked if I could give Molly to someone myself. My parents agreed as long as I promised not to pull anything. If I could have donated my parents to charity on that hot summer day in late June , there is not a doubt in my mind that I would have.
I walked from room to room visiting children passing out the items in the box. All that was left was Molly. I walked into a room where there was a girl about my age. She looked scary; I quickly covered Molly’s eyes! Some horrible person had lit her on fire. She was covered with scares; it scared me to look at her. Molly whispered to me to run! That is when the girl looked at me and smiled. It was a gentle smile. When she spoke her voice was soft and scared. She asked. “What is her name?” Molly I replied. Then out of the blue I handed her my best friend and said, “I brought her to keep you company.” She smiled and took her carefully and said, “Why thank you, it has been rather lonely here and with the burns the others say I am scary. “Molly will be a faithful friend,” I told her, “just love her and she will love you back.” and then I ran out of the room. I could not believe I had just given away my best friend. My life was now over I would die from loneliness within the hour.
Well 13 years later, I was still alive; I had not died of loneliness. I was now twenty –two married with a son. Life had gone on. I got an urgent call from my father someone had telephoned him with a message for me. An old classmate was trying to locate me? I wrote the number down but I didn’t remember ever being friends with an Annie Svennson or any Ann for that matter. I stuck the paper with the number in my sweater pocket and went on about my day! Two weeks later my father called again and said, “Please call your friend, she keeps calling here for you.”
Calling people on the phone was never something I liked doing. To make call required a lot of guts! One just never really knows what the person on the other end of the line is going to say. After a few more calls from my dad I finally decided to suck it up and give this girl a call and ask her what the heck is up! Well I dialed the number counting to 10 between dialing each number! Yep, this was back in the days where you actually dialed a phone! One ring, two ring I still had time to hang up, when I heard a man say, “Hello this is Dave Svensson,” I asked to speak with Annie and he said, “you must be Cindy, she was hoping you would call” I explained that I had not been called Cindy since I was a child and that he should call me Cynthia. He said, very well and told me he would go get Annie. There was a silence l and I really wanted to hang up. Then I heard a voice that was vaguely familiar, “Can you meet for lunch?” she asked.
Red Robin at 1:00 they really did make the best burgers, I got there right on time and starving! I told the hostess I was expecting to meet someone. The hostess asked me my name and then she told me my party was waiting for me. As I walked towards the table I stopped short. My feet wouldn’t move. Oh my GOD! There she was, not Annie but Molly! I slowly made my way across the room to the table and stood in amazement and just starred. The hostess handed me a letter. Unable to speak I sat there still and in shock. She looked just like I remembered. How did she find me? I picked her up to look at her and in my state of shock I forgot about the letter.
A few minutes later a waiter stopped and asked if I was ready to order. “Order, order what?” I asked.
I picked up Molly and the letter and went out to my car. I sat starring at the envelope. It was off white with a bit of lace. On the back it had a wax stamp seal. It smelled like Lily of the valley.
I carefully opened the envelope and on the inside was a letter written on a perfumed piece of Victorian style stationary. Dear Cindy, Thank you for sharing your best friend with me when no one else would be my friend. I enjoyed her company and I think she enjoyed mine. I have a husband and my own daughter now so I thought I should return her to you, I noticed many years ago that on the inside of Molly’s dress in dark pencil were the words , if lost please return to Cindy at WA2-4917. Cindy if you want to hear about some of the adventures that Molly and I shared gives me a call at LE7 -1928.
The story of Annie and Molly doesn’t end here. I wanted to hear about the adventures they shared and for three years we were the best of friend. Three years was all we had as Leukemia took Annie away from me. This time the pain was much worse much closer to being stabbed in the stomach and the heart.
To comfort her 5 year old daughter Christina I once again parted with Molly. I told Christina that Molly was an old friend of her moms a great listener and that she would be her friend through thick and thin. Christina was delighted to have a friend that had shared so much of her mom’s life. For a year I spent almost every day with Christina, playing and sharing stories with her that her mom had shared with me. A year was all we had when Leukemia also took Christina.
It’s been 20-25 years since I started writing all this stuff down I have kept a journal about the adventures of Molly and my friends. I have found that having friends and spending time with them is the most important gift of all. When birthdays rolls around and I see gift in boxes I instantly remember the dreaded birthday box and all the friends and family I have lost to Leukemia over the years.
Mom didn’t believe that children needed many things, and dad went along whether he agreed or not. "A nice neat simple life", I remember them constantly saying,” We can’t have the house looking like Romper Room now can we?” I was told from the time I was a small child that it just wasn't healthy to get attached to material things. Doing so was an outright sin as well as being considered greedy.
The closer it got to my ninth birthday the worse I felt. The pain in my stomach was so bad I was sure that it felt just like someone was stabbing me with a knife. Later I learned that was not what a being stabbed felt like at all but we won’t go into that here. I new that if I were to die at that minute I would go straight to the burning pits of hello for what I was thinking about doing was certainly a huge sin.
The BOX
Every year a week before my birthday my parents would come to my room with a box, I was to put all the gifts from my previous birthday into the box. I would have about an hour to do this chore. After placing everything into the box my parents and I would go over a list of charities that were collecting toys for less fortunate children. Once we had picked one my parents would call and set up an appointment for us to deliver them. I never really minded this family tradition, until my ninth birthday.
Great Grandma La Gra had give Molly to me the previous year. Molly was the perfect friend. She was about 15 inches tall with long straight, dishwater blonde hair. Her skin was like porcelain even though she was made of plastic. He lips where painted a soft pastel shade of pink. Her cheeks were blushed as if she were just kissed by a cool sweet breeze. Molly’s dress was white cotton with little pink roses on it. She wore bobby socks and little white sandals. She was not an expensive doll but Molly was more than just a stupid toy. Molly was my best friend. Oh how I loved Molly, I really didn’t want to put her in the box.
The Big Sin
The box sat outside my bedroom door for a couple of days. I had put a few of my other gifts from the previous year inside the box carefully. Then I hid Molly and when asked about her whereabouts I lied! I told my parents I had not seen here and that I was concerned that she had run away.
After a fifteen minute lecture that seemed more like three hours on the topic of how children today don’t take care of things. I thought I was off the hook and that they would move on. I was so wrong! Dear ol’ mom offered to go help me find the missing doll. My heart dropped all the way to my big toe. I thought for sure I was going to vomit. I can honestly say I don’t think I ever felt so panicked! What does one do when cornered, confess sins or keep mouth shut! Mom would find Molly in minutes and she did! Molly was now in the box and it was time to take the box to the children’s hospital.
I remember thinking on the drive o the hospital that I would rather give a kidney or any other part of my body that someone should use if I could only keep my best friend. But I knew it was pointless to argue. Once we arrived at the hospital I asked if I could give Molly to someone myself. My parents agreed as long as I promised not to pull anything. If I could have donated my parents to charity on that hot summer day in late June , there is not a doubt in my mind that I would have.
I walked from room to room visiting children passing out the items in the box. All that was left was Molly. I walked into a room where there was a girl about my age. She looked scary; I quickly covered Molly’s eyes! Some horrible person had lit her on fire. She was covered with scares; it scared me to look at her. Molly whispered to me to run! That is when the girl looked at me and smiled. It was a gentle smile. When she spoke her voice was soft and scared. She asked. “What is her name?” Molly I replied. Then out of the blue I handed her my best friend and said, “I brought her to keep you company.” She smiled and took her carefully and said, “Why thank you, it has been rather lonely here and with the burns the others say I am scary. “Molly will be a faithful friend,” I told her, “just love her and she will love you back.” and then I ran out of the room. I could not believe I had just given away my best friend. My life was now over I would die from loneliness within the hour.
Well 13 years later, I was still alive; I had not died of loneliness. I was now twenty –two married with a son. Life had gone on. I got an urgent call from my father someone had telephoned him with a message for me. An old classmate was trying to locate me? I wrote the number down but I didn’t remember ever being friends with an Annie Svennson or any Ann for that matter. I stuck the paper with the number in my sweater pocket and went on about my day! Two weeks later my father called again and said, “Please call your friend, she keeps calling here for you.”
Calling people on the phone was never something I liked doing. To make call required a lot of guts! One just never really knows what the person on the other end of the line is going to say. After a few more calls from my dad I finally decided to suck it up and give this girl a call and ask her what the heck is up! Well I dialed the number counting to 10 between dialing each number! Yep, this was back in the days where you actually dialed a phone! One ring, two ring I still had time to hang up, when I heard a man say, “Hello this is Dave Svensson,” I asked to speak with Annie and he said, “you must be Cindy, she was hoping you would call” I explained that I had not been called Cindy since I was a child and that he should call me Cynthia. He said, very well and told me he would go get Annie. There was a silence l and I really wanted to hang up. Then I heard a voice that was vaguely familiar, “Can you meet for lunch?” she asked.
Red Robin at 1:00 they really did make the best burgers, I got there right on time and starving! I told the hostess I was expecting to meet someone. The hostess asked me my name and then she told me my party was waiting for me. As I walked towards the table I stopped short. My feet wouldn’t move. Oh my GOD! There she was, not Annie but Molly! I slowly made my way across the room to the table and stood in amazement and just starred. The hostess handed me a letter. Unable to speak I sat there still and in shock. She looked just like I remembered. How did she find me? I picked her up to look at her and in my state of shock I forgot about the letter.
A few minutes later a waiter stopped and asked if I was ready to order. “Order, order what?” I asked.
I picked up Molly and the letter and went out to my car. I sat starring at the envelope. It was off white with a bit of lace. On the back it had a wax stamp seal. It smelled like Lily of the valley.
I carefully opened the envelope and on the inside was a letter written on a perfumed piece of Victorian style stationary. Dear Cindy, Thank you for sharing your best friend with me when no one else would be my friend. I enjoyed her company and I think she enjoyed mine. I have a husband and my own daughter now so I thought I should return her to you, I noticed many years ago that on the inside of Molly’s dress in dark pencil were the words , if lost please return to Cindy at WA2-4917. Cindy if you want to hear about some of the adventures that Molly and I shared gives me a call at LE7 -1928.
The story of Annie and Molly doesn’t end here. I wanted to hear about the adventures they shared and for three years we were the best of friend. Three years was all we had as Leukemia took Annie away from me. This time the pain was much worse much closer to being stabbed in the stomach and the heart.
To comfort her 5 year old daughter Christina I once again parted with Molly. I told Christina that Molly was an old friend of her moms a great listener and that she would be her friend through thick and thin. Christina was delighted to have a friend that had shared so much of her mom’s life. For a year I spent almost every day with Christina, playing and sharing stories with her that her mom had shared with me. A year was all we had when Leukemia also took Christina.
It’s been 20-25 years since I started writing all this stuff down I have kept a journal about the adventures of Molly and my friends. I have found that having friends and spending time with them is the most important gift of all. When birthdays rolls around and I see gift in boxes I instantly remember the dreaded birthday box and all the friends and family I have lost to Leukemia over the years.
Friday, June 17, 2011
All in a days work
So, I am wondering how many people have you given CPR to? What, you have never given CPR? I clearly remember my last time!
I was at Dillard's department store at Lakeline Mall. I stopped in to do some quick power shopping before meeting up with Quac Tran and a few other folks from the IGDA to discuss a partnership with the Austin game conference.
I was in the dressing room trying to decide if should fork out the cash for a new pair of blue jeans for the upcoming conference, when I heard a crash in the dressing room next door.
I hollered over, "hey are you okay" no reply so I opened the door to my room and looked under the door of the room next to me.
Shit , a middle aged lady was lying on the floor. Her head was bleeding from the fall. I crawled under the door and checked her pulse. I opened the door and yelled for help.
I then took of my Austin game developers T shirt and wrapped it around her head to help stop the bleeding. She was not breathing so I started CPR. Between breathing I would yell for help.
Finally after what seemed like hours but was actually only minutes a young store clerk came to the rescue or at least so I thought. She took one look at me bent over the lady and said oh my God all that blood. She took off, and in the distance I could hear her vomiting in the trash can behind her register. Moments later I yelled back, "please call 911!"
When the EMT's finally arrived they took over the CPR and they rushed the middle aged women to the ER, with my shirt still on her head.
I once again yelled over to the sales clerk , can you bring me a shirt, they took mine.
Crap! My wallet is back at the office!
I did end up with a new dress to wear to the IGDA meeting on Dillards. A month later the middle age ladies husband had me meet up at the store for a nice thank you gift for savings his wife's life.
I was at Dillard's department store at Lakeline Mall. I stopped in to do some quick power shopping before meeting up with Quac Tran and a few other folks from the IGDA to discuss a partnership with the Austin game conference.
I was in the dressing room trying to decide if should fork out the cash for a new pair of blue jeans for the upcoming conference, when I heard a crash in the dressing room next door.
I hollered over, "hey are you okay" no reply so I opened the door to my room and looked under the door of the room next to me.
Shit , a middle aged lady was lying on the floor. Her head was bleeding from the fall. I crawled under the door and checked her pulse. I opened the door and yelled for help.
I then took of my Austin game developers T shirt and wrapped it around her head to help stop the bleeding. She was not breathing so I started CPR. Between breathing I would yell for help.
Finally after what seemed like hours but was actually only minutes a young store clerk came to the rescue or at least so I thought. She took one look at me bent over the lady and said oh my God all that blood. She took off, and in the distance I could hear her vomiting in the trash can behind her register. Moments later I yelled back, "please call 911!"
When the EMT's finally arrived they took over the CPR and they rushed the middle aged women to the ER, with my shirt still on her head.
I once again yelled over to the sales clerk , can you bring me a shirt, they took mine.
Crap! My wallet is back at the office!
I did end up with a new dress to wear to the IGDA meeting on Dillards. A month later the middle age ladies husband had me meet up at the store for a nice thank you gift for savings his wife's life.
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- Cynthia Freese
- Issaquah, WA, United States
- I am who I am because of thousands of life experiences