February 24, 2012
Dear Everyone:
I know I’ve said it before but, I really do love
being unemployed.
A few days ago, I had lunch with a couple of former
co-workers, one recently
retired, the other hanging on by the skin of
her teeth. We had already
heard that a former manager had retired just the week before.
My previous work group, which consisted of a dozen,
or so, people last year, is now down to three, including the one still
hanging grimly on to her job, although said job is moving to “Martinez”,
adding substantially to her commute.
The other two are both what I would call “Rent-A-Manager”,
meaning they could get a job just about anywhere that wants a manager
who doesn’t necessarily know anything about the work involved.
Just knows how to manage.
Being unemployed means having lunch whenever, and
wherever, you want.
In the meantime, our local chapter of
ARMA has been
working with the local chapter of the
City Clerks organization and the
two came up with a half-day seminar, complete with three Speakers.
The seminar took place in the
Walnut Creek City Hall the other
day and was very well attended.
I expect to get three hours credit for my Continuing Education
requirement for the CRM that I worked so hard to get.
Being unemployed means going to seminars whenever,
and wherever, you want.
Of course, I did have to get out of bed early,
something I’m not exactly used to doing anymore.
Registration started at 8:00 am and Walnut Creek is about 15
miles north of here. I
allowed a half-hour to drive, find parking, find the correct building,
find the conference room, etc.
Then I just had to concentrate on staying awake in a darkened
room while looking at a brightly-lit screen.
Which shouldn’t imply that the presentations
weren’t interesting. I took
three pages of notes. Not
quite sure what I’ll do with them, but I have them for when they’re
needed. You never know, you
know.
Oh, by the way.
While I was having lunch with those former co-workers, I noticed
the sign for a clothing store nearby.
I decided to drop in, after lunch, and look at some clothes.
Found a new pair of pants on sale.
I just have to lop about eight inches off the hem and they’ll fit
perfectly. And I have all
the time in the world to do that.
Did I mention?
Being unemployed means shopping whenever you happen to feel like
it. Or not.
Love, as always,
Pete
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