Website

I have been trying to set up a new website. Actually, I am trying to set up two. One is a regular .com and the other is Etsy. I have been making inspirational bracelets that people seem to love. The people that have them wear them constantly. This is a totally unique design and I have no idea how I even came up with it, but I did. I want to sell them privately, but nowadays with any product you make you need a website also. If you don't, it seems odd. So for the past two days, I have been listing the 25 different bracelets onto the web. At times it has been frustrating, but once it is done it remains forever.

Wire Gauge

I have been making jewelry for the past few months and noticed that wire gauge numbers seem to be opposite of what I thought they would be. If a wire gauge is 12 and another wire gauge is 20 which would you think is thicker? I would have chosen 20. It is just the opposite. The higher the number the thinner the wire. What is the rationale for that? It is the same thing with blood levels for Coumadin. The lower the number the thicker the blood. I guess some variables are topsy turvy.

Vocabulary

A good vocabulary is a wonderful thing to have. It can change the tone of verbal and written encounters. If you are not that steady on what you are saying, big words make other's think you know what is going on. A well written letter can persuade someone into your way of thinking. I always had a strong vocabulary. My children also have it. Now I see that it is being passed down to my grandchildren. Last night my grandson was explaining that his oatmeal had "congealed" after it sat too long in the bowl. He then explained the difference between a urinal and a toilet. We talked non stop for 3 hours and every word that came out of his mouth made sense. I told him a few new words and explained the meanings of them. He repeated each word and I am sure that they are now in his memory bank. He is my little "word sponge".

What You Ask For

There is a saying, "Be careful what you ask for, you might get it". After weeks of upset, my boss broke down and hired Dr. Farbissiner's old assistant. I was not happy but I always say that if you do not have my last name or my blood running through your veins, I do not really care. She will finally get what she asked for, but under my terms. The woman will start today with a lecture of how I am her supervisor and what I say goes because she is on my boss's payroll. I have set her up in a 4' x 4' office in the back. She is far away from my front office and farther away from Dr. F. She will be all alone in a hole doing work the way I say she has to. All of the forms she used to use are gone and the ones I use have replaced them. She will conduct business as I tell her to without any room for discussion. My way or the highway. The friendly me that she met 4 months ago is now the cold business woman who will take no slip ups. If there are any, she will be written up. She will get the job she wanted but not in the way she wanted it.

Happily Unhappy

I am slowly coming to the realization that some people will never be happy. Maybe being chronically unhappy makes them happy. They must be getting something out of their unhappiness or otherwise they would change. Yesterday was the last straw on the camel's back for me as far as hiring an assistant for Dr. Farbissiner.  If you are not familiar with the word farbissiner, it means sullen, mean or embittered. There is no pleasing this woman. After she insulted three of my staff to their faces, we tried a last ditch effort to hire someone she would like. I interviewed a wonderful woman with 26 consecutive years as an executive administrative assistant in a college. She was smart, friendly, tech savvy and all around great. My boss loved her, but Dr. Farbissiner brought her negative energy into the meeting and soured things. After the interview the applicant asked to speak with me. She told me that she loved me and my boss but the other doctor was not impressed with her. She said that she never had that response from anyone. She said she would love to work for me and my boss but she could tell that the other doctor was unhappy with herself so she could never be happy with anyone else. I agreed. This morning I will find out what my boss's impression of the meeting was and if we could still hire this woman. As far as pleasing Dr Farbissiner, my attitude is "stick a fork in me, I am done".

Age and Respect

I am beginning to see a pattern in my office regarding age and respect. I have come to realize that the new doctor talks down to the young staff. It is obvious that she does not respect them and it shows in her tone. I got a call last night from one of the new girls who was afraid she was going to be fired. I assured her that she was not. The new doctor asked her to do something that we never do and it was not that the girl refused to do it, it  was that she had no idea how to do it. The doctor then said that if you cannot do these things for me I will not have you work for me. I assured the girl that the doctor was not the one to fire her and just ignore her outburst. Yesterday I interviewed a woman in her 60's that was smart, nice and very competent. She is retired but wants a part time job. She was an executive school secretary for 26 years. She was nice but no nonsense. After I described the job opening to her she asked if she could  sum up what I was saying. She then said, "What you are saying is that the new doctor needs someone to hold her hand and guide her through this transition because she is scared of the new surroundings". Wow, she hit the nail on the head. I am setting up a second interview for her with my boss and hopefully things go well. I do not think that the new doctor will disrespect an older more established woman.

Out of Town

Yesterday I went out of state to my niece's fifth birthday party. Getting in the car and driving early in the morning felt like we were going out of town for a vacation. The children's party was fun and after that we went to my niece's house for the afternoon for more food and more fun. The weather was so nice that we sat in her backyard while her children played. It was relaxing to be outdoors sitting in the sun in a countrylike setting. Even though it was only for a day, my head felt clear of all of the other responsibilities that had been weighing it down.