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In reply to the discussion: Dear White America: Its time to get the message [View all]IrishAyes
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I try to drop in at the BOG at least daily, but I've been a little swamped lately with other things. The guy that did the lattice on my front porch surround did it the way he wanted, not how I made very clear was necessary, and then he disappeared. Maybe the Obama sign in the front yard spooked him? Regardless, we get 85-mph straight line winds here, and a year later, sure enough half of it came apart this past week. I was sick and furious. But luckily my blessed new handyman came over and worked on it for me. Later he'll return and do even more. But it should hold for quite awhile now.
One thing that's had me hopping is the charity newsletter and the stupid smartphone I had to learn to use to call interviewees. How I hated that phone at first! Getting better with the bare essentials now, though, so I've stopped cussing at it. It was fun doing the first interview. I get to do all the fun (to me) stuff and none of the hard stuff apart from learning new technology. Once I get past that barrier, it's all gravy. I don't want to be an employee even though they offered to hire me. Let what my salary would've been - small enough at part time - go to the organization's expenses and recipients. Plus they might also suspect I prefer keeping my independence. They'll send me any equipment I need to do the job (besides meeting expenses), and although I insist it remain in their name, I seriously doubt they'll ever demand that I ship something back. So no telling what kind of job-required goodies might find their way to me. Things I could never afford, like smartphones. Oh, btw, while it's strictly cosmetic ego feed, I've been made an administrator. No duties or power, but a great title! I spend a certain amount of free time on the 2 related websites and sort of explain things nicely to newbies. Like a hostess free to come and go at will.
later: sorry about ramblin' on, quite possibly in the worst place imaginable. Don't know if the non-profit and the lateness of the hour are any excuse, but I'll grasp at the first straw available.