Posted on 08/02/2013 8:30:34 PM PDT by Hostage
It’s true, Tom has the big personality. Bill’s is more subdued. I think he’s more like Anoreth, doesn’t need to draw people in.
It’s fun having so many different personalities, but it’s frustrating, too. I want them all to be happy, but I can’t make it happen for them. They have to do it for themselves.
I will ask my Spanish ladies about the correct phrasing, and I expect Ramon Hernandez who is going to do my floor could paint you a tile ... or Tom or Sally could. What size do you want?
See? That's the problem: Y'all don't have an accent, you're educated, and you were born in this country.
I lost two jobs because of "affirmative action" and racial profiling.
In the first instance, I applied for a job in the BX at Davis-Monthan AFB in Tucson, and help a black girl fill out the form. Two weeks later, as I went to cash a check, she was behind the counter. My experience in finances was much greater than hers.
In 1993, I was hired at an insurance company through the On-The-Job-Training program, and as soon as the federal funds ran out, I was "let go," and the immigrant I trained got my job, even though the boss said, "We'll hire you back." I looked that SOB in the eye, and said, "No you won't. But your federal funding will be rescinded as soon as I turn you in." And that was that.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMlQulNfCPU
Fear nawt, our excellent crew of zombies will park your vehicles for you!
Petsmart must have a hidden agenda somewhere in the application process. I liked everyone I knew who worked at our local Petsmart but I knew people who are generally good employees who weren’t hired there when they applied.
I keep nagging DP to get himself on the rolls with the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma. The college financial aid results for the kids would be more than worth the effort.
Any size tile up to 12” X 12” is good, but I was going to do it myself, because of my color preferences...cobalt blue and white.
I think there was a typical south-of-the-border border and maybe something floral included. I wanted it at the moment I laid eyes on it, but she was so happy with it...
I think hers was about 5” X 5”, but don’t quote me. I just know I loved it.
I’ve always found the employees perfectly nice, too, but we - with a family effort - could not get through their internet screening. There was a girl working at Monroe who wanted to join the Coast Guard, as soon as she could afford to get the tattoos on her neck removed. The CG wants all tattoos covered by the uniform.
I was “saved” the first year after having to quit my job by going to the Indian Agency here in town. Knowing that my heritage is Sioux, and later Commanche, I also knew that no one else could help me when I needed it, so I applied to them.
Of course, these days, when filling out “The Forms,” I always mark “Native American.”
I will get to work on this, and someday ...
Between my Latino connections and the family’s artisticableness, it will happen! Asuncion, Aidhet, and Rafaela, most of my choir-ladies, are all Mexican, from different cities and socio-economic classes. If none of them has heard of your phrase, I’ll ask the whole Charismatic Prayer Group!
I listed all the kids as Cherokee on the census, but for college admissions, they need a tribal registration. He could do it, if he nagged his dad about the names and then found them on the Dawes Roll. The tribal government in Oklahoma has no requirements for percentage of ethnicity: if you have an ancestor on the Dawes Roll, you’re in!
Used to be, tats were a reason for the military to drum you out of service, especially if they were obvious. Nowadays, I think they are a little more tolerant. Maybe.
My daughter got tats in the navy, and my son got them in the army. I asked them each: Were you DRUNK??? Their answers were the same: No.
And what did I do? In 1992, I got a tat. My bad. And I was stone, cold sober! LOL!
Thanks! I can use all the help I can get!
My Native American heritage is so far back, and so interbred with whites that between the two tribes, I can only claim a quarter. Which is enough.
So I identify with all Native Americans, though I gravitate to the Sioux.
Okay. I won’t tell her she’s color blind if you don’t.
And I’d probably wait until the flying cars are proven safe before allowing a beloved pet to ride in one. ;-)
You say that like you think it's a plus.
In the job market it is a significant minus.
My father was in the Navy for 32 years and never got a tattoo. Neither did my uncle. I don’t know about the WWII/Korea era guys ... I never saw them showing enough skin! You’d think I would have seen Uncle Howard in a short sleeve shirt, but I don’t remember it ... and there were no neck tattoos in those days, it was all your arms, or maybe your chest, and Miss Norma never said a word, bless her heart.
I took a blood oath to OldTax-lady long ago, that I would never get a tattoo ... and I don’t regret it. If I want to do something crazy, I’ll get a weird hair color that grows out! As the sage Jimmy Buffett says, “Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.”
So I hear.
The decision to get a tattoo on my body was not made lightly. I thought about it for more than two years. When I was convinced I would never regret it, I got the tat. And I have never regretted it. It is in a place where the sun can’t reach it, so even after almost 24 years, it still looks “new” and the colors have not run.
So no, I don’t regret it. And I never promised anyone anything about my own body, because I grew up to believe it was mine and it was a sacred entity. My dad had a tat on his right forearm, but my mother had no comment about it one way or the other.
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