To all employers posting open positions:


1. When you contact a candidate by telephone and do not like what the answers you receive, do not tell the person “I have an urgent call on the other line, I will call you right back”. Candidates are not stupid. Use your common sense and intelligence, and open your conversation with “I am conducting a short telephone interview; if selected you will be called/emailed on Friday to set up a face to face interview.” While we understand you have a large pool of candidates, we are not stupid, and common courtesy defines you as an employer and your company’s image.

2. An Executive Assistant is just what it is. A glorified babysitter. They make appointments, maintain calendars, are the right hand of the CEO, handle correspondence, review documents, maintain confidentiality, etc. IT DOES NOT MATTER which industry they have previously worked in. Hedge funds and financial companies seem to be convinced that they need Executive/Administrative Assistants with financial background. Unless the person you are hiring is mentally challenged, this belief is completely erroneous.

3. DO NOT insult us with $8, $10, $12, $15 per hour rates. When a NYC rent is at least $1,200, these rates are insulting. Wishing you luck in finding a qualified, educated individual for those rates.

4. Employment agencies - please stop posting and re-posting the same position, calling people in with the promise of positions that you do not have. While we understand that some of you have quotas to fill, some of us cannot afford to spend time and money on a worthless trip into the city.

5. NO, we do not click on Apply Here links. With all the identity theft cases these days, we are less than excited about the idea of our personal information finding its way into the grubby hands of someone who will apply for a few credit cards on our name.

6. DO NOT ask for pictures, post your interest for a female admin only, or for a young person, etc. It is sexist and discriminatory. As is a request for GPA and a “top-notch university”. Not all of us can afford an expensive education which does not automatically defines us as less qualified.

7. “Must present a professional image”. This is one of the most used, least intelligent statements an employer can use. Anyone looking for employment will not be presenting at your office in less than professional attire. Birthday suit will definitely not do.

I wish you luck in finding your imaginary dream employee, and I wish all the best to all those looking for work. It’s a nightmare out there, there is a lot of us to choose from and some potential employers are taking advantage of this sad situation.

Birthdays

Woke up this morning and got hit by another birthday. I made it another year. I scraped by. Seems like one year is like the next and the next. I feel like I lost something over the past two years. It could be patience or it could be some part of my OCD self. I used to be so organized, neat, do things the right way. Now my brain seems to no longer register things, i forget stuff, i rush through things, i have a sense of unsureness I've never had before. Very weird....Am I gonna grow old and forget stuff I need to always remember? Am I gonna forget my dad's voice? That scares me the most. What am I gonna do about my mom? Soooo many thoughts, same heavy thoughts with me every single day. I feel this weight on my shoulders. I cannot relax or enjoy myself. What am i gonna do?


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I cannot stand winter anymore. Snow, rain, wind, cold. Now I understand why Florida starts looking soooo good after 50! I am slowly but surely getting there. They do call it "God's waiting room", but hey better to wait in a nice warm, sunny place surrounded by palm trees than in this miserable, dirty, crazy city. Give me another ten years and you'll find me looking for a nice apartment in one of them 55+ communities.

She makes me smile, her craziness makes me laugh, her sweetness makes her adorable. Her name is Maya, same as my dad named our first cocker spaniel. I call her Peedle Dee Dee.

I still miss my dad. I think of him every single day. It's like he was never here. Only I know he was, I have proof, I am proof......

3:04am
Maria: get up, get up……roach in bed!!!
Lights get turned on
Maria: bring me something to catch it
I go to the kitchen and get a Clorox wipe
She catches the roach, passes it to me I flush it down the toilet. Just because I’m in the bathroom I pee.
We are awake until 3:45am with Maria imagining an army of roaches crawling in her ears and other places

4:02am
Callisto decides it’s play time so he starts chasing the crumpled stickies Maria gives him every night and that I try to collect before we go to bed because I know better.
This time he hid them under carpets.
I get up find one, go back to bed.
20 minutes later he chases the other one
I get up find the other one go back to bed.

5:28am
Lucy decides there must be a dog somewhere in the building who is not allowed to be there so the growling, half barking starts.
Then she’s too hot so she jumps off the bed and plops to the floor. The dog does not sit nicely like a normal dog she plops like she’s 100 lbs

6:01am
Callisto decides he needs food and he starts that needy meowing. I believe you know the one. Long suffering have not eaten in 3 days, going to drop dead now if I don’t get any nourishment.
I get up and give him some just to have 19 more minutes of sleep…..maybe…if I’m lucky

6:20am
Alarm clock goes off, every pet is fresh and happy, the humans are pooped. Maria drags herself to the shower; I make the bed, pick clothes.
Notice Callisto threw up, I get a Clorox wipe clean it up.
I get to the shower, Maria leaves, she had to be at work at 8am, could not take the bike because of rain, had to take the train.

7:25am
I am ready to take Lucy for a walk when she decides to throw up. Extremely rare for her. Pick it up, get Clorox wipe, clean up in 2 places.
I finally get to walk her…
Clean Callisto’s litter, throw the garbage out.

7:55am
I am on my way to the train…..exhausted.
It’s so humid I have beads of sweat coming down my face, my make up gets messed up.
I hate the weather!!

Daily routine
Wake up, work, karate, home, sleep.
Still does not feel the same.

I laugh but then I cry inside
I feel so lonely,
Even with my honey sitting by my side.

Can't share my pain
Can't talk about it,
Tears start forming, thightness in my throat,
Pain in my chest, anxiety now rules my life.

Nothing is the same.

Sadness














It's almost three months since Dad passed.....
my heart aches.....
my soul is injured....
there is rain and storm, thunder, lightning,
fury and anger....
there is not a moment when I do not think of him.
My strong father, my guardian,
the peacemaker between my mom and I.....
I am not the same anymore, never will be again.
Oh my dad....I miss you so much!