I am really peeved! Over the hill now apparently. Too old to be considered for work, men my age only want to date twenty-somethings and I've even lost my touch in baking cakes!
Think I'll just crawl into my cubby hole and cry. sob sob.
Perhaps there is a story here???
Saturday 26 February 2011
Thursday 24 February 2011
Monthly Joke - Extra
I know I have posted a joke for February, but as there has been so much bad news around the world this month, I thought an extra joke would cheer everyone, if only for a moment. I came across the following joke and it really made me smile. Enjoy...
A child was asked to write a book report on the entire Bible. This is amazing and brought tears of laughter to my eyes. I wonder how often we take for granted that children understand what we are teaching!
Through the eyes of a child: The Children's Bible in a Nutshell...
A child was asked to write a book report on the entire Bible. This is amazing and brought tears of laughter to my eyes. I wonder how often we take for granted that children understand what we are teaching!
Through the eyes of a child: The Children's Bible in a Nutshell...
Just a Little Poem!
Several years ago, when I was sweet twenty-----something, (Well okay, it's more than several years) and working for a Trades Union, I was elected as the Union's Staff representative and had to attend the shop stewards/staff representatives training course. On the first day, (I was the only female amongst fifteen guys), we were asked to introduce ourselves and state what our current jobs were.
When I explained that I was employed by the Union as a secretary working for three full time trades union officers, one of the young men on the course laughed and said, 'That's not a real job is it, you just sit around all day doing your nails and sit on the bosses lap.'
To say I was livid was an understatement. But, rather than swipe him with my best handbag (well 2 shillings and 6 pennies was a lot for a handbag then), I stood very close to him (invading his personal space - yes I have seen (and love) Dirty Dancing), and calmly explained precisely what a secretary did, how I spent two years at secretarial college learning how to write in a new language (shorthand) and how to use all office machinery - including typing on an antiquated manual typewriter! I also handed him a dictionary and suggested that he used it to learn the meaning of the words I used. Many years later, I was fortunate to be seconded to the position of a full-time officer...but I digress.
The reason for today's post is to publish a poem I wrote some years after that course. I needed to get the incident out of my system.
I hope you enjoy...
When I explained that I was employed by the Union as a secretary working for three full time trades union officers, one of the young men on the course laughed and said, 'That's not a real job is it, you just sit around all day doing your nails and sit on the bosses lap.'
To say I was livid was an understatement. But, rather than swipe him with my best handbag (well 2 shillings and 6 pennies was a lot for a handbag then), I stood very close to him (invading his personal space - yes I have seen (and love) Dirty Dancing), and calmly explained precisely what a secretary did, how I spent two years at secretarial college learning how to write in a new language (shorthand) and how to use all office machinery - including typing on an antiquated manual typewriter! I also handed him a dictionary and suggested that he used it to learn the meaning of the words I used. Many years later, I was fortunate to be seconded to the position of a full-time officer...but I digress.
The reason for today's post is to publish a poem I wrote some years after that course. I needed to get the incident out of my system.
I hope you enjoy...
Monday 14 February 2011
Congratulations to me!
This is just a quickie...
I am so pleased with myself. I have actually completed Assignment 1 of the Creative Writing Course I signed up with Writers Bureau in September 2010. It's only taken me eighteen weeks to complete. If I carry on like this with the rest of the assignments (20 in all), I reckon I will complete the whole course in about 6.9230 years!
Ah well, 'Rome wasn't built in a day' as the saying goes, but I really should speed up a tad. I mean, one is not getting any younger, and I do so want to write a 'best seller' and become a millionnaire before I reach 60. What's that you say? In your dreams?
Speaking of congratulations... it was wonderful to see the film 'The King's Speech win so many BAFTA awards, and Colin Firth... hmm... if only I was ten years younger. I know, I know - 'In your dreams'. So that's just where I am going now, to the land of nod and my dreams.
Ciao for now. A1Writer UK
I am so pleased with myself. I have actually completed Assignment 1 of the Creative Writing Course I signed up with Writers Bureau in September 2010. It's only taken me eighteen weeks to complete. If I carry on like this with the rest of the assignments (20 in all), I reckon I will complete the whole course in about 6.9230 years!
Ah well, 'Rome wasn't built in a day' as the saying goes, but I really should speed up a tad. I mean, one is not getting any younger, and I do so want to write a 'best seller' and become a millionnaire before I reach 60. What's that you say? In your dreams?
Speaking of congratulations... it was wonderful to see the film 'The King's Speech win so many BAFTA awards, and Colin Firth... hmm... if only I was ten years younger. I know, I know - 'In your dreams'. So that's just where I am going now, to the land of nod and my dreams.
Ciao for now. A1Writer UK
Tuesday 1 February 2011
Monthly Joke
How A Misspelled Word Changed The World....
A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand.
He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies. The head monk says, 'We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.'
He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years. Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot...
A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand.
He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies. The head monk says, 'We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.'
He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years. Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot...
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