Some Other Time Then

Mountain RangeIt’s Friday, Nov. 10, 2017. I know you know that. The reason for my reference to the date, or more specifically, day of the week is that on Monday I was released from my new position as insurance sales agent. It all started in September.

I interviewed September 7th and was offered a position as insurance agent two days later. I was drawn to the company because of their training program. I was asked to come to the office for a morning meeting at least once a week. I suppose it was to re-insure them of my interest in the position. So, every Tuesday or Thursday I happily dressed the part and went to the meeting. I didn’t get paid for my time and I wasn’t official until I passed a 215 license state exam. I paid for the classes and the test. If I pass the state exam, the company will reimburse me.

On October 9th, I passed my state exam and was reimbursed the fees for my training and license. I went out into the field with an assigned mentor. I young woman, married with two small children. I spent at least eight hours a day with her, sometimes less. I didn’t make any money that week. The following week, I spent four days at the corporate headquarters.  We spent our time training on how to be an insurance sales person and telemarketing.

I would like to stay positive on this subject but quite frankly you need to know things were not always positive.

Sales, really!

I have never seen myself as a sales agent of any kind. I was never good at Avon, Mary Kay, or any of the other “home party” companies. I would rather people come to me to by my product. I didn’t want to go to them and sell them my product, or me. Because really, in sales, you are ultimately selling yourself first.

That being said, I was desperate for a job. I had been applying for jobs for what seems like forever. I remember my boss saying, “People go into sales as a last ditch effort to make money”.  Trust me, there is money to be made in sales, no matter who you work for. And, this, was my last ditch effort. I thought too, “if this doesn’t work out I’ll go back into photography”. It didn’t work out. I was let go after two weeks back from agent training. No reason was given. No discussion was wanted. I don’t know what I did or said that made my boss want to part ways. I made goals for myself. I had plans. So, some other time then?

Break Time is Over.

I think I need a break – a break from my life. I’ll be 56 years old a week from today. I’m not happy about it. It is what it is, as they say. But seriously, there is just so much more to life than playing house or working a 9 to 5. I think I might work on my books and photography. Maybe I’ll do some travelling. I need – an adventure. I have to decide soon.

Being let go from my job was devastating. I take it very hard and find it difficult to just pop back into society, or everyday life. Yes, I cried. I got angry. Even my husband got angry at my boss.

I Get To Choose My Life.

I was listening to a podcast recently and the woman said, “Everyone has a plan for my life and how it should look, [from my kids, husband, boss, family, friends]. But, I am the one who gets to choose my life”. I love that statement. She’s right. I need to tell everyone around me, “I get to choose my life. Just because you want to sit around here not experiencing life, doesn’t mean I have to”.

I feel like I am wasting away here. There is so much more outside of me to experience and I want to do that before I leave this planet.

There’s just one problem. I don’t like doing things by myself. It’s also not safe to go travelling by yourself. You don’t know how many times I have wanted to get into my car and just take off up north. I think I can go as far as half way on my gas gauge. You know, like if there’s a half a tank, I’ll just drive for as far as a quarter tank will take me. Then, I’ll have enough gas to turn around and come back home.

I know my blogs are always short, but I am determined to make them better. I will be doing some updates to the look and theme of my blog. I will be adding new photos and links. Stay tuned!

Always,

PM

 

 

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Getting in the Mood for Writing

Good Morning G,

This is my attempt at “getting in the mood” for writing.  I just told my husband last night that ‘I really need silence to write. I will probably have to get up and stay up after my three a.m. bathroom visit.’  Guess what, it was four a.m. and I have been up ever since.

I have attempted several times to write my books, as I wanted to get them on paper, so to speak, whilst I’m on a school break.  I have two months to get them finished.

It’s five a.m. and I’ve been up for an hour.  My husband drowns out the silence of the night with his snoring and breathing, I should say his NOT breathing.  I have to shake him to get him to gasp for air.  It’s ridiculous really.  I don’t know what it is about men that they think they can just live forever without going to the doctor.  I think that’s probably why they die before women.  Come to think about it, women are pretty amazing.  We take on the world and still live longer than men.

In an article (because I know you love them so much), Bridget K. Gorman, PhD and Jen’nan Ghazal Read, PhD wrote that “[t]he most recent data show that the gender gap in life expectancy is 5.3 years, marking the lowest point in more than 50 years. The gap is largest when measured at birth and shrinks dramatically with age. In other words, if men live to the age of 65, and especially 75, their life expectancies approach that of women of the same age. The gender gap shrinks with age because men are more likely to die at younger ages from a variety of causes (e.g., heart disease, cirrhosis of the liver, homicide, suicide), and mortality rates between the sexes equalize in the later years” (Geriatrics & Aging, Why Men Die Younger than Women, Geriatrics and Aging. 2007;10(3):182-191)… read more here.

There you have it.  So, maybe if they frequented a doctor’s office they would live longer.  Only they have the power to do it.  Because, as we know, we cannot change them.

Anyway, this blog post is suppose to be about getting in the mood to write.  I do love to write.  I would love it better if I could use the Dragon Naturally Speaking software to type speech to text.  But then, I would have an audience, because I am never alone.  The brother-in-law lives upstairs and he hears practically everything.  I would have to relocate to my bedroom to get any privacy.

Well, I do appreciate your time, but I’m off to prepare my morning for work.  Husband’s car broke down so he’ll need mine today.  At least we’ll have a few minutes together before I go into work.  I do enjoy our time together.

We’ll talk soon again,

P