Working hard...

Conversations with the brother...

Becoming

Painting while confused

This evening I spent some time with my lil nephew and we were in our creative mode---

 aka painting.

Some days it is a masterpiece and some days it is confusion with a paint brush--

always amusing tho.

 His talents truly run the range of

 'lets mix as much paint as possible to make the perfect brown"

 to

 "ughhh my red disrespected my purple"

-- so the lesson of the day [still] is

 never let your red disrespect your purple

and

use as much paint as you can in life

 because

you only get one canvas

[metaphorically speaking]

#First 7 jobs

There is this #first7jobs going around Twitter where folks have listed their first 7 jobs to show there is no one way to reach your ultimate goal. there is no one way to reach the top. there are a series of progressions, side tracks and mis-steps in this road to success and sometimes once a destination is reached, one does not even stop to smell the roses (or assess the success) and it is on to the next one.
At any rate, I find it interesting what I chose to list as my first 7 because they all overlapped and were all meaningful experiences in the makings of me.

First 7 jobs

Babysitter

Assist manager Jamaican bakery

Cashier- Lord & Taylor

Work study- MC financial aid

Counselor - OFA NYU

Senior counselor NYU

AD NYU

soo what's next?

coffee thought...

coffee thought...

Sigh. Incomprehensible
It is not like I can follow instructions such as
Backup
Update
Sync
Presto change-o
You should have a new phone all shiny and new and synced with all your
loverly conversations and pictures and life.
Welp
That has not gone as planned after 4 days of trying to get this dammed
gold phone and then an hour in the Apple Store.
Now, as it stands I can only make 911 calls (which in the grand scheme
of things ain't all that bad) and possibly a FaceTime or 2. Texting.
Nope. Who knows if this blog will go thru
that's all...


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Purpose...

Purpose...

So in doing What I do daily, often often and more often times I feel/
ask: and say: what is the purpose? I mean sometimes 'this work' feels
like it is a lot (but never too much) and I can and do get discouraged
(hey I am human some days and lay down my superwoman cape a time or
two!) well... A fascinating email today...
And I am like oh, word, really?
Wow.
[so I had to be nominated for this award and the sexy young one  a
friend actually wrote a phenomenal essay]
At any rate, it's pretty cool.
And I'm honored to be selected.
and I'm going to be proud of this achievement and what I do daily.
Yay me!

Working while at work

Working while at work

That is a concept that some folks I work with have not grasped. Or captured. Because it seems during the day, they seem to want to socialize and chat bout many non work things yet because it is our busy time and *surprise* we are busy they are all upset at the notion they should work.
Perish the thought! This paycheck must be earned! Gasp! It's not a gift?? 

Really... No, really...


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Coffee thought Tuesday

Tuesday

It's been a while since I was able to say I has some random thought while savoring my coffee considering most days I'm barely able to finish let alone enjoy the coffee.

...as you can see from this feeble attempt at a post I am barely able to finish that.

that's all...


Later in the evening:
Your energy level is high now, and you work very enthusiastically. You also are able to manage and motivate others very effectively, and you may find yourself involved in a successful and productive team effort.

Well that happened...