Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

Sometime after we moved to AR in 2001-2002, I signed up for what seemed to be a very interesting direct sales consultantship. The product looked like it COULDN’T FAIL to sell. To be honest, the product *didn’t* fail.

I took care of that allll by myself.

I’m not really sure WHAT I was thinking at the time, but let me tell you: When you’re the New Kid in town, AND you have some PPD-induced social phobias, Direct Sales is NOT the job for you. Also? Daniel most decidedly Did Not Like Strangers. And when I say he didn’t like strangers, what I mean is – he would barely let his FATHER hold him without screaming (man, like THAT wasn’t a hint of future results).

I got the consultant’s kit. I got some extra product. The general “scheme” was to let my daughter offer babysitting services (using the extra product as entertainment), get the party business going, and just roll with it. I called my One and Only Friend in the State, and the conversation went something like this:

I’m sorry, I just had my Big Party last month (before you got here), and I won’t have another one until 6 months from now.
Big Party? What’s that?
Oh, well, I get tired of the general round of party, party, party, so twice a year I have One Big Party. The Kitchen is for Tupperware and Pampered Chef, the Master Bath is for Avon (since it’s got the huge makeup mirror and it’s big enough for a few people) and I assign rooms for the other stuff like Home Decorating, and whatever else people are selling. It’s LOTS of fun!
Sounds…interesting. So, can you take a catalog and maybe pass it around? No? OK, well…thanks.

I called a daycare around the corner from me, thinking that this would be a PERFECT product for them. They turned me down without even letting me drop a catalog by.

SO. What’s different this time around? First, I’m out of the haze that I was in whilst in AR. I’m in my hometown, and I have contacts. I actually may borrow the “big party” idea eventually…ASSuming I really get this thing going.

I want to talk this out with someone, but there’s nobody IRL that I can really hash this out with.

2 B’s and a D. YEAH baybee! I was expecting a C, D, and F. I must’ve really pulled the BS out on an exam or something….

In other news, I’m still looking for a part-time job, trying to get my websites to earn a meager income (HAH!), and deciding if I want to attempt unloading the 21 lb box of computer spare parts on ebay (as opposed to rebuilding my computer knowing that I don’t have a processor).

On the family side of things – I got the computer wires moved out of my daughter’s room, but Dad won’t let me touch the phone lines. Says he wants his “buddy” who “used to do that for a LIVING” to move them. It’s been 3 weeks since I told him that she doesn’t need two phone lines in her room, but y’know…his BUDDY will take care of it. He’s got one more week to get it done before I go spelunking under the house again. *grumps*

I’m hoping to go to the homeschooling conference this weekend, but it’s not looking too good (given my $$$ situation). Maybe I’ll just go sit in on a lecture or two.

The beach is also screaming my name. The boys are old enough to be able to play in the waves and not drown (or freak). BLAH!

Now that I’m thoroughly depressed, I think I’ll go walk on the treadmill. Because nothing cures your state of mind like walking in place for 30 minutes.

So pardon me whilst I test all my plugin goodies to make sure they work!

Back from the land of the dead. Sick Dad, sick kids, sick ME – in that order.

I missed the last week of classes, but did manage to attend the official “last day of class”.

I have two more exams to take, and I want to go take ‘em and get ‘em out of the way BUT!!!!! I’m not prepared. It’s driving me slightly insane.

The good news is – the History exam is from post WWII to present day. Since I was alive (and aware of the news) at LEAST 10 years before my classmates, this gives me a slight leg up – at least on the non-continuing education students.

The Psych exam, however – is going to kick my @$$ much as the others have done. For some reason, taking the Psych exams trigger my anxiety harder than any others I’ve taken thus far.

Which brings to something of an abrupt segue for me. I wanted to major in psychology and eventually be a counsellor. HOWEVER, I’m learning that I’m not “analytical enough”. In order to provide quality of care, the answers provided by the patient must be quantified, qualified, and pigeonholed. I just don’t happen to follow that belief to the degree necessary for an eventual doctorate in psych.

Specifically: two patients say “I saw a dog today”. They both describe a furry animal with four legs that barks, right? One patient saw a long-haired terrier in a woman’s purse at the airport and was able to play with the dog while waiting. The other patient was threatened by a vicious pitbull barking and lunging at her.

Yes, I know I’m oversimplifying things. I tend to do that with one kid bringing me weeble people ™ and one kid yelling “I want to play MY PUPPY GAME!”.

And besides, I have 3 chapters in History to read, another 4 in Psych, AND do my usual household stuff. (Today it’s laundry, moving the office equipment around AGAIN, grocery shopping, and sorting through/storing toys.)

Back from the land of the dead. Sick Dad, sick kids, sick ME – in that order.

I missed the last week of classes, but did manage to attend the official “last day of class”.

I have two more exams to take, and I want to go take ‘em and get ‘em out of the way BUT!!!!! I’m not prepared. It’s driving me slightly insane.

The good news is – the History exam is from post WWII to present day. Since I was alive (and aware of the news) at LEAST 10 years before my classmates, this gives me a slight leg up – at least on the non-continuing education students.

The Psych exam, however – is going to kick my @$$ much as the others have done. For some reason, taking the Psych exams trigger my anxiety harder than any others I’ve taken thus far.

Which brings to something of an abrupt segue for me. I wanted to major in psychology and eventually be a counsellor. HOWEVER, I’m learning that I’m not “analytical enough”. In order to provide quality of care, the answers provided by the patient must be quantified, qualified, and pigeonholed. I just don’t happen to follow that belief to the degree necessary for an eventual doctorate in psych.

Specifically: two patients say “I saw a dog today”. They both describe a furry animal with four legs that barks, right? One patient saw a long-haired terrier in a woman’s purse at the airport and was able to play with the dog while waiting. The other patient was threatened by a vicious pitbull barking and lunging at her.

Yes, I know I’m oversimplifying things. I tend to do that with one kid bringing me weeble people ™ and one kid yelling “I want to play MY PUPPY GAME!”.

And besides, I have 3 chapters in History to read, another 4 in Psych, AND do my usual household stuff. (Today it’s laundry, moving the office equipment around AGAIN, grocery shopping, and sorting through/storing toys.)

I’ll never be able to sit through this song without giggling again.

I’ll never be able to sit through this song without giggling again.

(Did I just coin a word? Must be the sinus drugs….)

You’re Lolita!
by Vladimir Nabokov
Considered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with
sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every
way, though you admit that this probably isn’t the best and you’re not sure what causes
this desire. Nonetheless, you’ve done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and
probably gotten caught for them. The names have been changed, but the problems are real.
Please stay away from children.

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