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Post by Morgana on Jun 13, 2019 10:28:30 GMT
what was that new job and do you still draw/paint? For two years, I worked for an animal shelter whose board of directors I had sat on for years. I was the development officer, fundraiser, communications liaison and general adult-at-the-office - we had a new crop of workers that didn't really understand about sheltering issues when it came to money. The job nearly ruined me emotionally - I left, and volunteered with a rescue group that I still associate with today. Then I fell back on my old skill of proofreading. I have an eye for detail, can spot anomalies, and worked for newspapers and eventually a company that sold truck parts, and their catalogs were updated quarterly. It was extremely detailed work, and though I enjoyed the work itself and my co-workers, the company had a very hostile atmosphere, and I eventually quit when I could start collecting on my late husband's Social Security. I still draw, with plans to paint, but have found a new medium of fiber art (art quilting) that has kept my head from exploding during my non-illustrator years. I didn't think I was good enough to make the leap to fine art, as did one of my closest friends and mentor. I'll never make a penny from art quilting, but it satisfies my creative side. I may have one more children's book in me, and have contemplated starting it's development later this year. But my 96 year old mother's issues may worsen, and I'm trying to deal with the financial side of her care. That may postpone the book. Thanks for your interest; I hope that wasn't 'input overload'! I admire how much you have done and all the things you still do, especially taking care of your mother. I know how hard that must be. Muslims have a saying for when you do unselfish things and help others - they say you will get 'ajjar' which is kind of like brownie points from God.
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Post by Morgana on Jun 13, 2019 10:30:11 GMT
For me the 90s was a decade of travel in Europe and across America. 20 years ago marked the last of the European trips. I did not yet have a computer or a cell phone. My dad's Parkinson's had reached the point where he needed daily assistance. So began my first stint as a caregiver which lasted until 2004. It must have been very hard to take care of your father, but i'm sure you are glad you were able to.
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Jun 13, 2019 15:35:42 GMT
For two years, I worked for an animal shelter whose board of directors I had sat on for years. I was the development officer, fundraiser, communications liaison and general adult-at-the-office - we had a new crop of workers that didn't really understand about sheltering issues when it came to money. The job nearly ruined me emotionally - I left, and volunteered with a rescue group that I still associate with today. Then I fell back on my old skill of proofreading. I have an eye for detail, can spot anomalies, and worked for newspapers and eventually a company that sold truck parts, and their catalogs were updated quarterly. It was extremely detailed work, and though I enjoyed the work itself and my co-workers, the company had a very hostile atmosphere, and I eventually quit when I could start collecting on my late husband's Social Security. I still draw, with plans to paint, but have found a new medium of fiber art (art quilting) that has kept my head from exploding during my non-illustrator years. I didn't think I was good enough to make the leap to fine art, as did one of my closest friends and mentor. I'll never make a penny from art quilting, but it satisfies my creative side. I may have one more children's book in me, and have contemplated starting it's development later this year. But my 96 year old mother's issues may worsen, and I'm trying to deal with the financial side of her care. That may postpone the book. Thanks for your interest; I hope that wasn't 'input overload'! I admire how much you have done and all the things you still do, especially taking care of your mother. I know how hard that must be. Muslims have a saying for when you do unselfish things and help others - they say you will get 'ajjar' which is kind of like brownie points from God. It is hard to take care of my mother, and thank you for your kind thoughts.
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Post by Jokers_Wilde on Jun 13, 2019 16:20:17 GMT
June 1998 = graduated from University
August 1998 = Family had an opportunity to expand the family business (retail books), so we went for it. Thus, creating a job for me.
August 1999 = Father pointed out a junior accountant job in the paper. So, I went out for it, and got the job. The expansion part of the business wasn't working for us, so we closed that portion of it - keeping the original (retail music).
I'm still with the company, so I'll be celebrating 20 years in August.
However, with regards to 1999, I'll offer this:
Simpler times.
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Post by Sulla on Jun 13, 2019 20:07:10 GMT
For me the 90s was a decade of travel in Europe and across America. 20 years ago marked the last of the European trips. I did not yet have a computer or a cell phone. My dad's Parkinson's had reached the point where he needed daily assistance. So began my first stint as a caregiver which lasted until 2004. It must have been very hard to take care of your father, but i'm sure you are glad you were able to. Yeah, we became closer towards the end. My mother has been more difficult. I would've guessed the opposite.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2019 7:44:06 GMT
Very different than it is now. I was partying and drinking a lot and having sex with my male friends and I was struggling with depression so I did everything I could to block it out.
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Post by theauxphou on Jun 14, 2019 9:32:26 GMT
I had much less money, fewer possessions, and more living older relatives.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2019 9:47:59 GMT
I was 13 years old. It was 1999.
My life was sh**. I was in Middle/Junior High. I was awkward, fat, acne. My feet grew to size 13, but I was only 5'6''. I was in love with a girl who wouldn't give me the time of day if my life depended on it.
I remember spending A LOT of time playing my PlayStation. I discovered Final Fantasy VII and plunged into that world for hours every day after school. I read lots of novels, had the outcast/goth/burnout friends even though I didn't really fit in with them. I just didn't have anyone else to talk to. Watched a lot of cartoons (even though I was probably too old for them).
Spent a lot of time watching sports, I love sports, wishing I could play Basketball. I was too fat/chubby and short. Just got into nudie magazines. Got my first AOL/Internet dial up DELL computer. Saw the slow load up porn. No videos, just jpegs that took like 30 seconds to load one photo. Figured out my Dad's TV passcode. Watched a lot of HBO and CINEMAX after dark.
One of sister's friends (one grade ahead of me) spent the night. She was kind of emo/goth. I remember her sneaking into my living room about 2 am and catching me watching CINEMAX. I was embarrassed, but she was into it. One thing lead to another, got my first BJ. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, just let her go for it. Didn't stop her. Looking back now, she was way too advanced for her age.
Then the next summer, I shot up to 6'2'', thinned out. Finally caught up to my feet size I guess. I started playing Basketball, Football, Baseball. Acne cleared up after I went to a dermatologist. I was blonde, tall, clear skin, green eyed, and all of a sudden I had no problem with women. Sold my PlayStation, SNES, NES, all the games, controllers, memory cards, etc to RHINO Video games. Took the cash to buy some Jordans and I worked on a farm for cash to buy new clothes. (I wish I had kept that PlayStation and games now).
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Post by Morgana on Jun 14, 2019 10:44:38 GMT
It must have been very hard to take care of your father, but i'm sure you are glad you were able to. Yeah, we became closer towards the end. My mother has been more difficult. I would've guessed the opposite. You're taking care of your mother now?
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Post by Morgana on Jun 14, 2019 10:47:38 GMT
what was that new job and do you still draw/paint? For two years, I worked for an animal shelter whose board of directors I had sat on for years. I was the development officer, fundraiser, communications liaison and general adult-at-the-office - we had a new crop of workers that didn't really understand about sheltering issues when it came to money. The job nearly ruined me emotionally - I left, and volunteered with a rescue group that I still associate with today. Then I fell back on my old skill of proofreading. I have an eye for detail, can spot anomalies, and worked for newspapers and eventually a company that sold truck parts, and their catalogs were updated quarterly. It was extremely detailed work, and though I enjoyed the work itself and my co-workers, the company had a very hostile atmosphere, and I eventually quit when I could start collecting on my late husband's Social Security. I still draw, with plans to paint, but have found a new medium of fiber art (art quilting) that has kept my head from exploding during my non-illustrator years. I didn't think I was good enough to make the leap to fine art, as did one of my closest friends and mentor. I'll never make a penny from art quilting, but it satisfies my creative side. I may have one more children's book in me, and have contemplated starting it's development later this year. But my 96 year old mother's issues may worsen, and I'm trying to deal with the financial side of her care. That may postpone the book. Thanks for your interest; I hope that wasn't 'input overload'! I didn't know you wrote children's books. Can you tell me something about them?
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Post by Sulla on Jun 14, 2019 12:51:37 GMT
Yeah, we became closer towards the end. My mother has been more difficult. I would've guessed the opposite. You're taking care of your mother now? Yes. I took care of her at home for five years until I reached my breaking point. Her body is failing, but her mind is still intact. She's now wheelchair-bound in an assisted living facility. It has helped relieve the pressure on me, but I learned with my dad that you have to keep a close eye on the facility. Otherwise things get neglected. Too many people nearly abandon their parents and leave them at the mercy of the ALF/nursing home. The nurses all know me because I'm up there six days a week.
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Post by Xcalatë on Jun 14, 2019 13:30:06 GMT
Senior year of High school: I still had friends, believed in Love and thought the future was bright.
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Post by Morgana on Jun 14, 2019 15:29:43 GMT
You're taking care of your mother now? Yes. I took care of her at home for five years until I reached my breaking point. Her body is failing, but her mind is still intact. She's now wheelchair-bound in an assisted living facility. It has helped relieve the pressure on me, but I learned with my dad that you have to keep a close eye on the facility. Otherwise things get neglected. Too many people nearly abandon their parents and leave them at the mercy of the ALF/nursing home. The nurses all know me because I'm up there six days a week. You have been a great son to both parents, I hope you are able to live your life as well as you would want to, even though you have such responsibilities.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2019 17:28:50 GMT
Senior year of High school: I still had friends, believed in Love and thought the future was bright. Thought of that scene in Wedding Crashers. When John says, "I don't believe love exists. Don't worry, I'm not picking on love, I don't think friendship exists either..."
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Post by Xcalatë on Jun 14, 2019 18:18:15 GMT
Senior year of High school: I still had friends, believed in Love and thought the future was bright. Thought of that scene in Wedding Crashers. When John says, "I don't believe love exists. Don't worry, I'm not picking on love, I don't think friendship exists either..." Great quote and I love that movie.
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Post by shangel on Jun 14, 2019 19:05:11 GMT
Good, considering someone who was precious to me was alive, but I couldn't have known what was to come. None of us can.
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Post by rachelcarson1953 on Jun 14, 2019 19:40:35 GMT
For two years, I worked for an animal shelter whose board of directors I had sat on for years. I was the development officer, fundraiser, communications liaison and general adult-at-the-office - we had a new crop of workers that didn't really understand about sheltering issues when it came to money. The job nearly ruined me emotionally - I left, and volunteered with a rescue group that I still associate with today. Then I fell back on my old skill of proofreading. I have an eye for detail, can spot anomalies, and worked for newspapers and eventually a company that sold truck parts, and their catalogs were updated quarterly. It was extremely detailed work, and though I enjoyed the work itself and my co-workers, the company had a very hostile atmosphere, and I eventually quit when I could start collecting on my late husband's Social Security. I still draw, with plans to paint, but have found a new medium of fiber art (art quilting) that has kept my head from exploding during my non-illustrator years. I didn't think I was good enough to make the leap to fine art, as did one of my closest friends and mentor. I'll never make a penny from art quilting, but it satisfies my creative side. I may have one more children's book in me, and have contemplated starting it's development later this year. But my 96 year old mother's issues may worsen, and I'm trying to deal with the financial side of her care. That may postpone the book. Thanks for your interest; I hope that wasn't 'input overload'! I didn't know you wrote children's books. Can you tell me something about them? Read back on page 2 of this thread; it's the post with the pictures of Rainbow Brite!
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Post by Sulla on Jun 14, 2019 20:06:14 GMT
Yes. I took care of her at home for five years until I reached my breaking point. Her body is failing, but her mind is still intact. She's now wheelchair-bound in an assisted living facility. It has helped relieve the pressure on me, but I learned with my dad that you have to keep a close eye on the facility. Otherwise things get neglected. Too many people nearly abandon their parents and leave them at the mercy of the ALF/nursing home. The nurses all know me because I'm up there six days a week. You have been a great son to both parents, I hope you are able to live your life as well as you would want to, even though you have such responsibilities. Thanks, Morgana!
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Post by redhorizon on Jun 14, 2019 20:12:36 GMT
Not good, I would say worse.
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Post by Stammerhead on Jun 14, 2019 22:37:57 GMT
I was finishing 4th grade. A bit less complicated.
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