I got lost in my new life!
Jul. 17th, 2010 09:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izzybelbooksI have been away from the internets for 2 weeks?!? Wow, time really does fly when you're having fun. So, let's play catch up...
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I started my new job 2 weeks ago and I love it! The people are nice and there is a ton of work that needs to be done, so I am quite busy. They are very grateful for all my ideas and suggestions, and seem quite amenable to my plan for world domination. I've made it clear that there is a new regime in place and we will be doing things differently and the response has been relief. Not that things were terrible before, it's just that I'm one of those super-organized, 'must have a system and documentation for everything' kind of people, and they've never had that before, hence all the work I need to do. It's the kind of work that I'm really good at, so I'm really happy.
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I'm also really happy that it's only part-time, becaue that allows me time to do other things. The past two weeks were particularly busy. I spent a lot of time in the garden (separate post with pictures later), cleaned out the garage and basement for a multi-family yard sale on our block, took my brother to his college orientation, met with some folks about freelance gigs, and hosted our first Shabbat dinner in forever.
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The garden is a jungle that provides us with food and is wonderfully pleasing to look at.
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The yard sale allowed us to get rid of some crap, and we even made money-$240! I have to say, we looked at our neighbor's offerings of crap for sale, and not only did we have the greatest variety of crap, we also had the highest quality of crap. We didn't sell everything, though, so the rest is going to be donated to Goodwill or some similar organization.
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I cried during my brother's college orientation (not where he could see me, of course!). It's starting to hit me, and I anticipate I'll be a mess on move-in day next month. This is really happening, my baby brother is going off to school. I've been wanting this day to happen for 18 years, yet I'm going to miss him and worry about him. I do't know how real parents survive this.
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I may have some event planning and grant writing work coming up soon; I'll know more after some meetings this coming week. The power of the internets is really amazing; I had sent out an email to my network letting everyone know about the new job and that I was looking for freelance gigs, and I got 3 calls/emails that same week! Hopefully, things will keep coming in.
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It's been sooo very long since we had a real, sit-down, say all the prayers kind of Shabbat dinner, that after I lit the candles, I went and washed instead of saying the Kiddush. I could say it was because I was anxious to eat challah and wanted to get right to the Motzi, but no, it's just been that long. The hubby even stopped halfway through the Kiddush and almost forgot what the next verse was! We didn't say Birkat after dinner, partly because our friends' daughter's bedtime was approaching and they had to get home, and partly because we're out of the habit. I really want to get back into the habit. Candlelighting and saying the blessings over the candles always make me peaceful, and I could use a little peace once per week.
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I could especially use some peace this week after hearing about what is happening in Utah this week. For those who don't know, an anonymous group collected a list of hispanic people's names, addresses, work addresses, birthdates, social security numbers, and private medical information like pregnant women's due dates, and sent it to immigration officials with a demand that the folks on the list be deported immediately. When I first read about it, I was terrified. Then I felt a deep, dark rage take over. Can you imagine how the people on the list must be feeling? Someone has been following them around, gathering information about them, and wants them gone. And as you can tell by the type of information gathered, this is not casual searching, this is serious business. These people's privacy has been violated, and by someone (a health or government agency) they trusted. If I were living in Utah, I would be terrified for my safety.
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I started my new job 2 weeks ago and I love it! The people are nice and there is a ton of work that needs to be done, so I am quite busy. They are very grateful for all my ideas and suggestions, and seem quite amenable to my plan for world domination. I've made it clear that there is a new regime in place and we will be doing things differently and the response has been relief. Not that things were terrible before, it's just that I'm one of those super-organized, 'must have a system and documentation for everything' kind of people, and they've never had that before, hence all the work I need to do. It's the kind of work that I'm really good at, so I'm really happy.
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I'm also really happy that it's only part-time, becaue that allows me time to do other things. The past two weeks were particularly busy. I spent a lot of time in the garden (separate post with pictures later), cleaned out the garage and basement for a multi-family yard sale on our block, took my brother to his college orientation, met with some folks about freelance gigs, and hosted our first Shabbat dinner in forever.
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The garden is a jungle that provides us with food and is wonderfully pleasing to look at.
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The yard sale allowed us to get rid of some crap, and we even made money-$240! I have to say, we looked at our neighbor's offerings of crap for sale, and not only did we have the greatest variety of crap, we also had the highest quality of crap. We didn't sell everything, though, so the rest is going to be donated to Goodwill or some similar organization.
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I cried during my brother's college orientation (not where he could see me, of course!). It's starting to hit me, and I anticipate I'll be a mess on move-in day next month. This is really happening, my baby brother is going off to school. I've been wanting this day to happen for 18 years, yet I'm going to miss him and worry about him. I do't know how real parents survive this.
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I may have some event planning and grant writing work coming up soon; I'll know more after some meetings this coming week. The power of the internets is really amazing; I had sent out an email to my network letting everyone know about the new job and that I was looking for freelance gigs, and I got 3 calls/emails that same week! Hopefully, things will keep coming in.
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It's been sooo very long since we had a real, sit-down, say all the prayers kind of Shabbat dinner, that after I lit the candles, I went and washed instead of saying the Kiddush. I could say it was because I was anxious to eat challah and wanted to get right to the Motzi, but no, it's just been that long. The hubby even stopped halfway through the Kiddush and almost forgot what the next verse was! We didn't say Birkat after dinner, partly because our friends' daughter's bedtime was approaching and they had to get home, and partly because we're out of the habit. I really want to get back into the habit. Candlelighting and saying the blessings over the candles always make me peaceful, and I could use a little peace once per week.
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I could especially use some peace this week after hearing about what is happening in Utah this week. For those who don't know, an anonymous group collected a list of hispanic people's names, addresses, work addresses, birthdates, social security numbers, and private medical information like pregnant women's due dates, and sent it to immigration officials with a demand that the folks on the list be deported immediately. When I first read about it, I was terrified. Then I felt a deep, dark rage take over. Can you imagine how the people on the list must be feeling? Someone has been following them around, gathering information about them, and wants them gone. And as you can tell by the type of information gathered, this is not casual searching, this is serious business. These people's privacy has been violated, and by someone (a health or government agency) they trusted. If I were living in Utah, I would be terrified for my safety.