You may have noticed in my posts I try to focus on a theme and tell some sort of a story rather can describe my week or day or whatever. I think of this blog as a column, the old-fashioned kind we used to read in newspapers.
However, there are times when I am inclined to ramble, and change is good. Introducing “Rambling Thursday.”
I’m not selling coasters on Etsy. I can’t think of a way to earn enough money to make it worth my while. I enjoy the art. As I’ve said many times before, I hope those days of trading time for money are gone. If I had to, I would, but our finances look good for the long-term.
AND – if I had to work, it would be a jobby job. Something to make ends meet. No purpose, no passion. Pray there would be no meetings, no team building, no performance appraisals, no sociopaths. None of those “if you can dream it, you can have it” bosses.
What a demanding list of priorities! I’m clearly unsuitable for work. I have some highly amusing stories about the insanity of the workplace, but I probably won’t tell them for a while. I’m not sure how to do it without getting sued. Plus, thinking about it gives me bad dreams.
Death by PowerPoint
I had the dreaded work dream this week. This time I had an armful of binders, and I kept dropping them (dropping stuff is a recurrent theme). The binders are probably related to a job when I was kind of like chief of staff to an executive. He had to present quarterly results to corporate, and one of my tasks was to build the presentation. And then travel to headquarters for the big event.
For whatever reason, we couldn’t just do this thing electronically. I had 17 binders to schlep. If I could fly with the executive on the company plane, it was easier. But sometimes that didn’t work out, so I flew commercial. I’d check a small bag with my clothes and fill a carry-on bag with the binders. God forbid they should get lost.
Sometimes the finance folks made last-minute changes, and I’d get new charts when I landed. I had just enough time to print new charts and “slip sheets.” Then I had to transport said binders to the conference room at exactly the right moment. Not too early, not too late. It sounds like entry-level work, but I was actually a director. I had a suitcase with wheels, but still, a 50-something gray-haired woman rolling that through HQ drew unwanted attention.
Coasters, I can’t quit you
I’m maybe taking a break from crafting coasters, as I don’t have a solid plan for what to do with them. There are a few ideas rolling around in my head. I thought, what if I change the theme and focus on cats? I love cats as much as I love beer. Easy switch. I could then donate the coasters to a cat shelter, and they could sell them to raise funds. Aren’t I the decent human being? If there was a beer shelter, I’d be golden.
I contacted the local cat shelter, but I haven’t heard back. I may never – I mean, they don’t know me. I realize I should probably volunteer and get to know them before suggesting this idea, but I don’t want to volunteer at a cat shelter, so there’s that. I’ve been working on cat designs just in case.
Whilst researching crafting opportunities, I spent a good deal of time reading about other charitable efforts. Most involve sewing and needle crafts for homeless shelters, hospitals, etc. Sewing is not my thing, but one never knows. My sister is a talented fabric artist, and we have genetic proof we really are sisters, so maybe there’s something inside me yet revealed.