I can remember in High School, I decided to take Spanish as my foreign language. Back then, we could only choose between French and Spanish. My high school counselor advised me to take Spanish, saying that the experts projected that more people from Hispanic countries were going to be settling into the area, and that I would actually find myself using Spanish in real life on a daily basis, whereas chances of me using French on a daily basis were less likely.
I can remember for a time, after graduating High School, working at Levitz Furniture in Merrifield (yes, the one that got hit by a tornado on April 1, 1973.) I was one of the “Front Office Girls” and one of our duties was to call customers when their special order had arrived, and arrange for the customer to either come and pick up their order, or to arrange for a delivery date. There were quite a few times that some of my co-workers were making those phone calls while I was waiting on customers at the counter, and they would end up asking me to come provide my translation services to the customer that they had on the telephone.
I was quite pleased to be able to remember enough of my High School Spanish to be able to talk with those customers to let them know that their order had arrived. Unfortunately, my Spanish language skills got very rusty when I lived in New England for twenty-nine years! I regret not keeping up with the language. I’ve tried several times to find some affordable courses in the area that would help me to refresh my skills. There have been many times since we moved back here from New England that I wished I could speak Spanish more fluently! I think that the demand for translation services in this area are going to continue to grow!
One of the more interesting things about the changing employment market is that as more physically intensive jobs are taken over by machines, more jobs open up that are related to handling information. Here in the United States, we are looking at the end of the industrial age and moving into the information age.
One occupational field that will likely stand the test of time and the transition is healthcare. As people are looking for new types of careers that combine healthcare with the information age, taking courses at the University of Illinois at Chicago may help pave the way to a new career in Health Information Technology. Career advisers are apt to encourage their clients to try to find work in a field that supports the information age. The following infographic addresses careers in Health Information Technology.
I’m not a big fan of the extra work involved in taking clothes from the washing machine outside and hanging them on a line, then going back out hours later and taking them down. And certain clothes just don’t feel as soft when line-dried, even if fabric softener is used in the washing machine. Especially towels!
I will admit that I love the convenience of just putting the clothes in the electric dryer. Hanging clothes on a clothes line to dry is inconvenient.
But, I DO love the smell of sheets that have been dried outside in the sun. There is something about the scent of line-dried clothing that just makes me feel “good.”
A few years ago, when looking at our electric bill, I decided to try to save some money by purchasing a clothes-line pole, and asked my hubby to install it in the back-yard. I was hoping to save money. Well, that clothes line pole was FINALLY installed about two weeks ago, and although I readily admit that I do NOT use it for EVERY load of clothes (I don’t want the sun to fade the colors of my bright clothes) I am trying to use it for the articles that are already white, or articles that I don’t mind if they fade a little bit.
The extra physical labor of taking the clothes out, and in again is actually helping me get my back-side off of the chair in front of the computer, and I am loving the smell of the clothes.
I DO need to remember, though, to shake everything when I take it down from the line, to help encourage any little creepy-crawlers to vacate whatever item they have attached themselves to. I really don’t want to bring in hitch-hiking spikders or beetles.
A few evenings ago one of my sons asked to me find some photos of a family pet we used to have and email them to him. Well, my photo collection is NOT well organized, and I spent a few hours last night looking through dozens of envelopes of photos from the past. Yes, I found some photos of the pet that I will send to him, but that is not the focus of THIS post. This post is about another photo that I found that brought back some memories from a place that I used to work.
This cake was a specialty cake from a bakery in Lewiston Maine. I don’t know the name of the bakery (sorry) and I no longer have contact with the people who originally ordered it, so I don’t know HOW anyone can order this for themselves. But apparently the bakery had a lot of orders for this cake, and to be perfectly honest I think I would be inclined to order this cake on numerous occasions if I could. But I can’t, so it will just have to be a fond memory of a group of co-workers that got a birthday cake for a person who suffered from severe “potty mouth.” The people who ordered it called it a “poop cake.” Well, actually they used a different word that means poop, but I’m trying to “clean it up” for the purposes of being a “G” rated post.
It really is a chocolate cake, with chocolate fudge frosting with peanuts, plastic flies, and bathroom tissue tucked in and around the top of the cake. And yes, we DID eat it. And yes, it WAS delicious. Some of the co-workers joked about it being “Good ****”
The words around the bottom of the cake plate “Potty patrol” because we were always teasing the “potty mouth” co-worker that we needed to assign someone to help him control his mouth!