So I am moving my blog. I have narrowed it down to three places:
Wordpress.com
FourSquare.com
Thoughts.com
ClearBlogs.com
If any of you have any suggestions, let me know...
Friday, April 24, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Read This Google Biatches....
And I hope Google reads this:
Google will find out, as I get on with my story, that I have spent a lot of time researching and learning ALL of the Google Applications. I have done this because I like Google and because there is money to be made with this knowledge.
BUT....
Google has disabled my AdSense Account and taken all the money I have earned from you guys clicking on their dumb ads because they claim I illegally clicked on ads from my own computer.
I did no such thing.
The worst part??? I had earned about $150.00!!!
And just so you all know, there is NO recourse for me to appeal this "decision" made by the dictator who hosts this blog.
Now, do I want to move the blog? Do I want to keep it here and just breathe?
Not sure yet.
Grrrrrrrr.
Google will find out, as I get on with my story, that I have spent a lot of time researching and learning ALL of the Google Applications. I have done this because I like Google and because there is money to be made with this knowledge.
BUT....
Google has disabled my AdSense Account and taken all the money I have earned from you guys clicking on their dumb ads because they claim I illegally clicked on ads from my own computer.
I did no such thing.
The worst part??? I had earned about $150.00!!!
And just so you all know, there is NO recourse for me to appeal this "decision" made by the dictator who hosts this blog.
Now, do I want to move the blog? Do I want to keep it here and just breathe?
Not sure yet.
Grrrrrrrr.
ACK! I got behind....
Ok, I apologize. I got behind. I am behind... I will catch up. On with my story:
So the last time I posted, I told you how I was wrong with my line of thinking right before and right after the layoff.
It took me a while to realize this. Before I did, I sunk into a bit of a depression. I sat at home, I slept till noon, I lost weight (I am a stress starver, not a stress eater) and I generally moped.
It was not until I met and consulted with a friend of a friend, that I realized that I have skills I had forgotten. Seriously - what happens to a person to make them forget what they can do?
I know what it was for me.
I hated my job.
I hate not knowing what was expected of me. I hate not having the tools and supplies to do my job properly. I hate being micromanaged into a pulp.
I am over bosses who have the personality of a schizophrenic Wheaton Terrier (no offense to the terriers). I am over "open door" policies that don't really mean "open door."
I am done letting my time get taken advantage of and working my rear end off to get by while others practically color at their desks and get praised.
Any industry can be hard, I understand that. The Travel Industry seems to have more than its fair share of negativity. From the bottom to the top.
What happened to being in love with what you do? I mean, I wanted that as a child... I wanted that as a teenager... I was sure I would get that when I was in college....
I don't expect to have a Pollyanna day every day at the office. I just expected something different.
Now was the time to figure out what THAT was.
I spent some time working on my resume and talking to this friend of a friend and I made some major decisions about what I need out of a career.
And for the first time in years... I went to bed one night and woke up the next morning... happy.
So the last time I posted, I told you how I was wrong with my line of thinking right before and right after the layoff.
It took me a while to realize this. Before I did, I sunk into a bit of a depression. I sat at home, I slept till noon, I lost weight (I am a stress starver, not a stress eater) and I generally moped.
It was not until I met and consulted with a friend of a friend, that I realized that I have skills I had forgotten. Seriously - what happens to a person to make them forget what they can do?
I know what it was for me.
I hated my job.
I hate not knowing what was expected of me. I hate not having the tools and supplies to do my job properly. I hate being micromanaged into a pulp.
I am over bosses who have the personality of a schizophrenic Wheaton Terrier (no offense to the terriers). I am over "open door" policies that don't really mean "open door."
I am done letting my time get taken advantage of and working my rear end off to get by while others practically color at their desks and get praised.
Any industry can be hard, I understand that. The Travel Industry seems to have more than its fair share of negativity. From the bottom to the top.
What happened to being in love with what you do? I mean, I wanted that as a child... I wanted that as a teenager... I was sure I would get that when I was in college....
I don't expect to have a Pollyanna day every day at the office. I just expected something different.
Now was the time to figure out what THAT was.
I spent some time working on my resume and talking to this friend of a friend and I made some major decisions about what I need out of a career.
And for the first time in years... I went to bed one night and woke up the next morning... happy.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
What Happened Next....?
I left out a detail before. Remember when I said the layoff happened on 8 February? Well, if you look at your calendar, that is a Sunday. Nothing really wrong with that, right?
It was also via email.
The email came at 930am from my manager, who we shall call by her initials, Traci, so she can remain anonymous. It said:
"I regret to inform you that we have no more work available to sustain your position. I am sorry."
There was a separation letter attached, to speed up the unemployment claim process, and that was it.
Not sure if you all know, but I was one of their Managers. I was the Manager of the Refund and Exchange Department. At the time, I was furious, thinking I deserved a bit of a parade and some crying or something as I left. Now I look back and I am fine with it.
Even a couple days later, after I lamented over how I was going to end up living in a cardboard box under a bridge, I did decide that this was for the best. This was the Universe saying to me, "Hey! Pssst! You there... get the heck out of that job you hate."
So about three days after the layoff, I was ok. Would it last? I doubt it. I know me. I am a panicker. I start thinking about not having money and then not paying bills and then losing my car and then losing my place and sleeping under the stars, but not in a good way.
Whew.
My nest adventure... applying for unemployment.
It was also via email.
The email came at 930am from my manager, who we shall call by her initials, Traci, so she can remain anonymous. It said:
"I regret to inform you that we have no more work available to sustain your position. I am sorry."
There was a separation letter attached, to speed up the unemployment claim process, and that was it.
Not sure if you all know, but I was one of their Managers. I was the Manager of the Refund and Exchange Department. At the time, I was furious, thinking I deserved a bit of a parade and some crying or something as I left. Now I look back and I am fine with it.
Even a couple days later, after I lamented over how I was going to end up living in a cardboard box under a bridge, I did decide that this was for the best. This was the Universe saying to me, "Hey! Pssst! You there... get the heck out of that job you hate."
So about three days after the layoff, I was ok. Would it last? I doubt it. I know me. I am a panicker. I start thinking about not having money and then not paying bills and then losing my car and then losing my place and sleeping under the stars, but not in a good way.
Whew.
My nest adventure... applying for unemployment.
You Never Think It Will Happen To You...
.... but it did.
I got laid off on 8 February. The signs were there. We had all been worried for quite some time. Hours had been cut, responsibilities had been re-assigned, titles had been moved around... all the things the news, articles and websites told me were WARNING signals that lay-offs were about to happen were in effect.
So what did I do?
I hid my head in the sand.
Lots of things went through my mind:
"I can't get another job."
"This is the only thing I know how to do"
"I have no other skills"
"Writing a resume is hard work"
"I won't be the one to get let go"
The next bunch of entries will tell you how I figured this out.
I am excited to share. I hope you will comment and offer up your experiences.
Happy reading.Post Options
I was wrong on all accounts.
I got laid off on 8 February. The signs were there. We had all been worried for quite some time. Hours had been cut, responsibilities had been re-assigned, titles had been moved around... all the things the news, articles and websites told me were WARNING signals that lay-offs were about to happen were in effect.
So what did I do?
I hid my head in the sand.
Lots of things went through my mind:
"I can't get another job."
"This is the only thing I know how to do"
"I have no other skills"
"Writing a resume is hard work"
"I won't be the one to get let go"
The next bunch of entries will tell you how I figured this out.
I am excited to share. I hope you will comment and offer up your experiences.
Happy reading.Post Options
I was wrong on all accounts.
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