Monday, March 08, 2010

A new week begins...

...and it has turned cold here in Washington. We had beautiful sunny weather all day and now it's chilly. I wish the fire was roaring.

Hope your week began well. Happy reading!

Tamara

Sunday, March 07, 2010

Changes Ahead

Please consider taking the time and signing up for our Yahoo Group as we are going through both Blogger changes (no more FTP uploads) and a web hosting change on the Uber Etc. web site.

Our Yahoo Group is a replica (in group format), and if there are issues with the web site over the next couple of weeks the Yahoo Group is a great back up. You can always get the daily email or choose to go on no mail and consider it a back up only to our web site. Also, a reminder that our Yahoo Group is once daily posts of the updates list only. In other words, no fear of an overload with this group.

Other than that, it's another Sunday night as we prepare to get ready to head back to work.

Enjoy the updates!

Elisa

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Productive Day

Lots done today. Tidied the house for the Open tomorrow. E mowed the front yard and tidied outside. We also defeated a monster in Castle Age that we've been working on for days. Yippee! It's nice to be productive in the real world and pop into the virtual one every now and again for a bash or three.

Tomorrow we'll vacate the premises for several hours. Don't know what we'll do. Have fun tomorrow with whatever you decide to do with your day.

Tamara

Friday, March 05, 2010

Weekend Ahead

Our spring has definitely arrived. The cherry trees are blooming early and the sun shines (between clouds) daily. Should be a beautiful weekend for me to work in the yard. How perfect is sunny up to 60 in early March?

So here is hoping you all can enjoy your weekend in one fashion or another as well!

Peace, Health and Happiness to all.

Elisa

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Off to the park....

Have at it.

Tamara

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Not a lot about not a lot.

Right. What shall I harangue you about tonight?? Nah. Don't feel like haranguing. Nothing of note happened at work. I painted the walls of three rooms (two coats each) and that's about it. England won a friendly against Egypt - though they (England) were made to look decidedly second-rate for the first half-hour. Of course I knew we'd win (even when we went one down) because I was wearing all the right things and drinking from the right mug. Always works.

Oh boy am I going to have to do the laundry a lot more frequently during the World Cup - every other day I reckon. Just to make sure I've always got the right socks and underwear when England play. I wouldn't want it to be my fault, if we get knocked out, because I hadn't washed my kit and was wearing the wrong things!!

And we will get knocked out. Probably in the quarters - maybe in the semis if we're very lucky. And it will probably be on penalties. I expect Brazil will win it again.

Not as many updates for you to read tonight (but you're probably still trying to catch up with yesterday's). So since there's less to read you've got time and opportunity to send the writers a spot of feedback. (Ok - I lied when I said I wouldn't harangue you *g*). If you read 'em - feed 'em (copyright my mate Oz from the RAOB *g*).

See you next week, goodnight and may your God/s go with you.

Ze

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Right as Ninepence

That's me. (Though your guess is as good as mine as to why ninepence in particular is deemed to be right.) By which I mean my back appears to be ok. I didn't get back to work last week unfortunately, but I'm back this week. And a lovely week it is so far. Crisp, cold, frosty mornings giving way to beautiful, warm, sunny days. Perfect. It won't last of course, but I'm enjoying it while it does.

I was thinking (in a confused and muddled fashion) this week about the way the internet distances people. It brings us closer together, sure, I have friends from all over the world now, with whom I can chat at no extra cost, as often as I choose. And yet there's a separation still. Not from my friends but from people in general. It's a lack of manners, a lack of respect. Perfect strangers seem to feel that it's ok to demand things. Often in the rudest possible language. The sense of entitlement coupled with a shortage of common courtesy in gobsmacking sometimes.

People feel they have the right to demand updates to stories, that writers have placed on the web for readers to enjoy free of charge.(And sometimes (though not quite as often in my experience) writers can do the same, demanding x-number of comments before they update, sorry, but if you do that then I stop reading). And then they flounce off in a huff if they don't get one quick enough. Or worse still, offer personal insults and offensive, profane or nasty little comments. And if they do get their updates... do they say "thank you"?? Do they heck. It's free people. You don't have the right to anything!!

A writer friend of mine recently posted her latest novel on her group. Some folk weren't satisfied with this and had a whinge about the format. Because she hadn't posted it in the format they wanted for their ebook reader. She was a little frustrated and annoyed but she was still far more polite with them than I would have been. (I'd have probably sent them here). Another writer friend wrote a long email which pretty much said that people shouldn't be so damned ungrateful (but in far more polite language). I had to agree with her. And a third friend commented about the numbers. The sites and stories are getting just as many (if not more) hits as they were five or ten years ago. But only about a tenth of the feedback. Now I know it's hard sometimes, to write a long review, detailing all the things you liked, what worked for you, etc. But is it really so hard to simply say, "Enjoyed your story, thanks for writing"??

I can't claim to be a saint here, either. I seldom feed the authors these days. But I'm going to try to do so in future. If you want to keep reading, if you don't want writers to be discouraged and stop, how about you do the same?? Send thanks to all the writers out there.

If you read 'em - feed 'em.

Ze

Monday, March 01, 2010

Phair Ramble Part 2

Take it away, phair
For the first time since the summer of 1993, I'm not positive what comes next. I was laid off from a job I loved in 1993. I was bumped out by my manager accepting a downsize to staff level when her position was cut. My backup plan was immediately activated; money was coming in from a tiny severance package, there was potential for unemployment if things dragged out longer than six weeks, COBRA was available for health insurance, besides it was summer and we were living at the beach. So what did I do? I raced to find another job as quickly as possible. Ten days later, I started the next phase of my career by an accident of circumstance and timing. I rocketed to manager level.

The rest of my career kind of careened along in a similar manner. Staff level jobs during higher reimbursement cycles and manager level jobs during lower per diem phases. Healthcare salaries ebb and flow with stock trading. Bull markets and we are living in high times in healthcare. Bear markets mean budget tightening. When things are bearish, you might hear hospital administrators wonder out loud if, perhaps, instead of billing the patients just for the pills they are taking maybe they should be charged a nominal fee for the 4 ounces of water as well. During a particular low point in 2008, one unscrupulous nursing facility issued each patient one Styrofoam cup per day. If the cup was lost, stolen, or eaten there would be repercussions. Of course, there were repercussions, the state put the facility into receivership and forced a sale to a more responsible corporation. But, let's save discussions of corporate healthcare for another time.

We're talking about me and I'm in a free fall.

It is different than a downward spiral only in the fact that all potentials remain in play. There's no substance to be unabashed for. No health issue to be cured/treated/recurred. No family to make functional. No child care to be unissued.

I just stopped following the plan. I'm ignoring my backup plan as well. It's still there. A new job is scheduled to start next week. I have a few things more to do before I report. I can easily accomplish those things but I haven't done them yet. That's what I mean by ignoring my plan. I should be online learning to do CPR – it's required. I should be buying new clothes – my pants are baggy since I lost weight. I should get a Net book – it's trendy.

But, I not doing any of those things. Instead, I'm spending a great deal of time playing Farmville. And, I'm thinking while tending my virtual crops and milking my cartoon cows. Thinking about what I don't want to do anymore. And, more important, I'm thinking about what I actually do want to do.

I've had a running joke with my nieces for years now. Whenever I have made a job change, I tell them it is because my boss refused to appreciate my unique specialness so I fired them. Perhaps, it is less of a joke than I've ever wanted to really admit. But, there's a chance that it is not my bosses who were failing. Maybe, it's been me missing the point. It could be that I've been ignoring my unique specialness and settling for the safe plan since second semester of first grade. Maybe it is time to stop being so very safe and just live.

Free falling still. Wind racing through my hair. Heart beating triple time. Holding my breath. Waiting to see what happens next. Because, I just don’t know...

We'll look forward to another update soon! Thanks for the ramble, phair! Now back to your updates...enjoy 'em!

Elisa

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Read away.

Not as much as yesterday but I bet you're not even caught up yet. *g*

Tamara

Saturday, February 27, 2010

A ramble, a request and lots to read!

A ramble (part 1) from the one and only phair.
I'm beyond half way. More than midway through my life. There is little chance of me getting to be ninety two. To get to ninety two, you need to have some basic building blocks from your gene pool. Like, some direct line ancestor living to their ninety second birthday. An eighty second birthday, at least. I'm in a direct heredity line of mid seventies survivors. There is not one eighty year old among my three grandparents who knew how old they actually were. My Dad's mom does not factor into the equation. She had hedged and fibbed and outright lied about her age so much, she forgot how old she really was. However, she remembered it was important to keep the lies going. So, if you take the average of my parents' ages when they died then I'm looking at about thirty more years of living.

There are not guarantees, of course. There was no guarantee I'd get this far. Life's only constant in inconsistency. Anything could happen and a lot of it usually does. But, I've always planned for the future. No, I was not some kind of self motivated overachiever. I was a victim of my parents' ambition. They were stage parents who were not seeking a theater stage for their offspring. My parents were grooming professions and future home owners. This is the odd part. My parents were entertainers; singers and musicians. Their dreams for their children shunned the bright lights of music or acting and embraced the roles of doctors, nurses, accountants. Mom and Dad dared to pray their children would grow up and garnerfive figure salaries. Imagine their thrill, when in my first six months out of graduate school I made more than my Dad's last full year working before retirement. I thought my mother would orgasm right there at the kitchen table doing my 1988 taxes. She didn't but the imagery is still vivid.

A well planned life will face interruptions. No way to avoid the drama of the daily grind regardless of how well you map out your child's future during the last semester of first grade. I failed first grade, by the way. Then I complicated my mother's corrective actions by failing second grade. Mom and Dad were not deterred. They informed the school my low grades were due to the teachers' incompetence. I was enrolled in a different school and did marginally better which allowed Mom and Dad to re-sketch their plans for my future. However, the reimagining of my future imaginary life included a backup plan at every level. JUST IN CASE, the first grade teachers were not entirely incompetent.

Our array of back up plans included, multiple school switches and a move from the city to the suburbs. College prep high school? Absolutely! Typing elective to be on the safe side? Definitely! College applications? Yes. Ivy league University, small private college, smaller public college, and tiny junior college selections? Positively! Much to my surprise and my parents' faith, I manage to get accepted by both midrange colleges. Then to shock and horror of my high school guidance counselor, who informed me I needed a job where pictures were put on the cash register keys, I was accepted to a graduate school after successfully finishing college in four years. Okay, it took three years to get through the two year masters program but I finished and nobody has asked about the extra year since my first job as a professional.

I built an impressive career since then. I live in a nice home in a location I always dreamed about living. There is food eat in my kitchen and fuel to keep me warm and get me from here to there. Some months are tighter for cash flow than others but it is because of the things I want versus the bare necessities of living. Lap of luxury? Not really. Living comfortably? Yes...sort of.

I walked away from my day job last week. It was a career first for me. My boss knew I was leaving and was supportive of the decision but wanted thirty days. More than reasonable. It was all very civil. You might even say friendly. It was based on mutual respect and the knowledge I have a new job starting soon and the site I was leaving would be covered. No problems, I just needed to work through my notice.

But...couldn't do it. Down to the last four days, I walked out. Packed my meager possessions and handed in my name badge.

I'm in a freefall.


We will be posting part 2 (of sorts) shortly. Now a request from a reader:

Would you be able to assist in finding a story that is no longer posted anywhere I can find on the web? It was a series called "Unbroken" written by Carrie Ryan and K. Darblyn. The beginning of the second series "Unbroken: Wedding bells" is still online but it says to contact the authors for the first series. Problem, can't find the authors. Do you know the best way for me to beg, borrow or buy this series? Any input would help. It took me a week to recall the name now I am just determined to find the story. Thanks from one Tamara to another. :)


Tamara
(a different one)

There you have it, can someone please help this Tamara out?

Thanks and have a great night!

Elisa

Friday, February 26, 2010

Bah

I'm pooped tonight. Not sure why. My day wasn't rough. I'm darn glad the week is over though. Enjoy the updates!

Tamara

Thursday, February 25, 2010

End Is Near

Friday that is...been a very long week. Somehow vacation makes my desk seem like I took off a month. Oh well, I'm happy I have a job...hence long week coming to a close and I gratefully look forward to Friday.

Now enough babbling off to your update, enjoy!

Elisa

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Slightly better

The painkillers put me out like a light last night. I didn't wake up until nine this morning. NINE!! I can't remember the last time I was that late. I haven't taken any today because while my back aches it isn't really that painful, since it's only a muscle strain, and I hate taking stuff. Doc says I can go to work tomorrow if I can touch my toes without wincing. I can't right now, in fact even sitting, typing isn't too comfy, but I'm sure I'll be able to in the morning as I'm much better than yesterday. Well maybe not much better - but I am better. I'll set the alarm anyway in hopes.

See you next week. Goodnight and may your God/s go with you

Ze

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Ouch.

Not a lot to say tonight. I'm slightly out-of-it on some fairly heavy painkillers. A wall fell on me. No, I'm not injured. Nothing's broken. The wall wasn't brick, it was mainly lathe & plaster. I'm a bit bruised and a bit stiff and if I can walk tomorrow it will be a bloody miracle. I twisted my back a bit, trying to protect my shoulder, when I saw the wall start to topple. The doctor at A&E gave me a couple of pain pills & said stay home tomorrow but other than that I'm fine. I'm just too stoned to think straight.

So here are a couple of other things to entertain you. And a lot of reading matter.

The Cath and Sara LJ community (CSI:Vegas femslash) have put out a request for Beta readers.

Blog entry about an amazing woman Petra

Ze