Thursday, April 26, 2012

Walmart: A reputationin crisis


Walmart, the largest corporation on planet Earth, is once again taking steps to insure its employees are less likely to be compensated for anything other than hours worked at a nominal wage, adding stigma to the company’s already volatile reputation as an evil corporation. Walmart of Texas has voluntarily dropped out of the state’s workers compensation program due to rising costs of on-the-job injuries. The company will offer alternative benefits over which it will have full autonomy to deny or reduce award claims as it sees fit. According to Becca Aaronson of The Texas Tribune, the multibillion dollar conglomerate has joined 15% of employers in Texas who refuse to offer workers compensation benefits for employees who sustain injury or illness on the job through a state-monitored program; Texas is the only state in the union which allows their companies to abstain from these programs. Under the privately run (and completely self-governed) plan, Walmart workers who are injured in the workplace stand to lose almost $100,000.00 in recovery and compensation funds as compared to the state run system. PartnerSource, a company that designs private workers compensation programs for Fortune 500 companies in Texas, built the Walmart plan as a cost-saving initiative to eliminate employee fraud and “restore the balance between adequate benefits and employee accountability.” The April 2012 article goes on to highlight opponents’ views of the privately run systems as “a real threat” to businesses and employees elsewhere as CEOs scramble to cut cost costs across the board in order to compete. The decision by Walmart of Texas to, once again, cut funding for employee benefits is merely one of hundreds throughout the country, fueling the proverbial fire and enticing critics and advocates to act. Will the world’s biggest multinational corporation continue to deface itself in the public eye? How far is this company willing to push the envelope to pad its bottom line (Aaronson, 2012)?
In addition to the recent move in Texas, Walmart has lowered the amount of health insurance coverage full and part-time employees have access to while raising the costs of premiums and co-pays. In October of 2011, Walmart announced the changes to its employees’ benefits packages would take effect during the open enrollment period at a cost of nearly three times the inflation rate to the average Walmart employee. Salaried managers will continue to receive health insurance benefits on day one of employment yet hourly full and part-time employees are forced to wait six months to a year for access to decreased benefits at a much higher cost (Kim, 2011).
Walmart’s reputation took another serious blow in 2011 when lawyers representing countless female employees filed a class action lawsuit against the company. The original lawsuit, which was thrown out by the Supreme Court in July of last year, has since been replaced with an “armada” of detailed lawsuits grouping the plaintiffs in similar classes according to case. The lawsuit for the state of California alone has more than 90,000 current and former employees seeking restitution for discrimination and harassment.
“Joseph M. Sellers, one of the plaintiffs’ lawyers, said the new lawsuit was specifically tailored to address the Supreme Court’s concerns. He said the plaintiffs were subject to the same decision makers and that there was some sort of overall animus directed at the women.
A California district manager for Sam’s Club said he had paid a female employee less than a male counterpart because the male manager “supports his wife and two kids,” the lawsuit says.

The lawsuit suggests that such attitudes were pervasive companywide. At a 2004 meeting of district managers, for instance, Thomas Coughlin, then chief executive of Wal-Mart Stores, told the group that the key to their success was “single focus to get the job done. “Women tend to be better at information processing,” he said, according to the lawsuit. “Men are better at focus single objective.”
Regional Vice Presidents in California have been accused of paying female employees less than male counterparts due to the complications of “family commitment.” Lawyers representing the plaintiffs in this case are confident the new lawsuits address the concerns expressed by the Supreme Court which resulted in the original case’s dismissal. The vote on the matter was 5-4 in favor of the dismissal. Will the outcome of these lawsuits result in further hatred for the Walmart Corporation (Martin, 2011)?
The future of Walmart’s precarious relationship with the public remains to be seen. With great power comes great responsibility and public outcry over perceived atrocities seems to gain momentum with each shady move the company makes. However, in the end: money talks and that other thing does that other thing. As long as people continue to vote with their hard-earned dollars by shopping with Walmart, the powers that be have no reason to change their policies toward employee compensation and discrimination. Many argue that government intervention or the creation of a Worker’s Union will fix Walmart’s problematic image while opponents of both insist it will only add insult to injury, much like placing a Band-Aid on a broken leg. What does the future hold in store (no pun intended) for the Walmart Corporation? We wait with bated breath.

Aaronson, B. (2012, April 10). Walmart stirs concern over workers’ compensation system. The Texas Tribune.
Kim, S. (2011, October 21). Walmart Cuts Employee Health Care Benefits. ABC News-Blogs.
Martin, A. (2011, October 27). Female Wal-Mart Employees File New Bias Case. The New York Times.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Have to admit, it's getting better. It's getting better all the time


Wow. The past two weeks have been, for lack of a better phrase, amazaballz. We've come into a mountain of equement, more than we could ever hoped for, for investigating reports of the paranormal. And thanks to the biggest LPRS benefactors, we were able to afford to purchase the equipment. We have been cordially invited to join team members from Walbash Paranormal at Waverly Hills Sanitarium in the foothills of Kentucky this month.

A huge, HUGE, thanks goes out to James and Denny for deeming us qualified to participate in your investigation.I am sencerely hoping for an alliance of some sort developing between the premire and most experienced,well-trained paranormal investigators in the Greater Laffy Area. I think members of both groups could be very successful in the field and possibly be a part of ground breaking discoveries. What WE need is sponsorship in the form of trades as community partners in a limited capacity. Share and share alike. Mutually beneficial. What I wouldn't do to get envolved with new groups consisting of flag-ship hosts and resident experts, property owners, and researchers, vendors, and authors, and other businesses. I have so many wonderful ideas and plans in my head, they are a little so many that I loose track of them befor they make it to the page. The ideas that have made it so far (coupled with fact that life is not shitting all over us right now)are pretty good ideas and I hope they all translate well as they become realized. I have high expectations; I hope I'm not let down.

I spent the better part of my Spring Break from classes, digging in the dirt. Gardening is such a fantastic hobby. It gets me outside, gets me some much-needed exercise (was ill with a debilitating gut Demon for several days leading up to and including finals week). I had taken full spectrum antibiotics to combat an upper respiratory, sinus, and ear infections that had me running at about 60% capacity. I didn't take the necessary precautions of eating yogurt, cheese, and other probiotic foods and supplements. The result was agonizing pain and spasms thoughout my digestive tract that kept all my activities limited and difficult. The most mundane tasks became excruciating if not soley uncomfortable. The day I began to recover and resume some sort of normallacy, I shed tears of joy.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Catch-Up Time

Hello, Married With Kittiehs. Long time, no chitty. And I have no excuse for my lack of proper attention. None what-so-ever except that... Well, I along with my husband, am attempting to align all aspects of my/our life into some semblance of order in a universe that consists of pseudo-chaos most days. Each time I attain a small taste of victory, life leaves another steaming pile of poo on my back step (metaphorically speaking. Of course the cats like to present us with similar gifts of the tangible and stinky variety).

Josh and I, along side countless numbers of friends, family members, peers, and neighbors, are trying our best to better our lives, station-wise. My school work keeps me busy and challenged yet becomes exponentially difficult as the weeks race by. The flood damage in the basement is 95% complete but the renovation overhaul is pricey and inconvenient. Josh's health is improving all the time however, his team, and I do mean team, of physicians has yet clear him for workies. The red tape to keep the
lights on is borderline oppressive.

My school keeps me continually occupied and equally stressed. I remember, just a few short months ago, boasting to my classmates, peers, and mentors that I could take college level classes as a payed occupation and remain content and stress-free. I honestly cannot comprehend how those of you who manage to balance: school work, full or part-time jobs, children, and other obligations concurrently. I know I have the reputation of a frumpy disliker of children and I forget sometimes to give credit where credit is definitely due. Therefore I tip my proverbial hat to you ladies and gents collectively who succeed in pulling it off (or puffball ponytail, as-it-were). That having been said, let me warn you all that I will soon be hounding you for study dates and begging your company for working lunches. Thank you all in advance and to those of you that have helped me pick up my feet these last few weeks. I hope I get a chance soon to return the favors and provide something of use. Moving on to the condition of the house.

The contractor I hired last Summer to pour a slab of concrete meant to stave off minor, once-a-year flooding turned out to be completely incompetent. Made my previous contractor look like Ty Pennington. I requested that my back stoop be re poured at a 2.5% grade toward the slope of the driveway and away AWAY from the foundation of the house. He poured it in the exact opposite direction. That day it rained. The front corner of the basement, located directly under the back/main entrance of the house, was damp from the lamenent flooring, up through drywall, smootching the ceiling, down to the 2X4s. There was significant evidence of brief flooding throughout the basement along with a few standing puddles. I flipped the hell out and called up Damon-who-goes-by-"Red" and told him about the aquarium that plagued half my home. He said he would be by to fix it the second the sun rose the following morning. I did not hear from him again for 48 hours. In the meantime, it rained eight more inches and my friend Erin was furious due to a badly poured concrete slab in her backyard. A slab poured by Red the day before he did mine. And like my instructions for the work to be completed, he completely disregarded Erin's request for a level slab in which to install her kid's pool and a basketball goal. What she received was chunk of cement, at the wrong angle, in the wrong spot, not properly braced, with the wrong finish, and not a level square foot to be found. Now he's hiding from both of us. I got him to call back by threatening to call the union and report his illegal side-business. By the time the issue had been resolved at my house with a re pour that looked like hell and a completely ruined basement, Erin was getting phone calls from the concrete company. Red had put a stop on his personal check made out to the concrete folks for Erin's slab and they were coming for their property if she didn't pay up. Wait. What? Erin took Red to court over the concrete money he stole by cashing her check and stopping his own. My homeowner's insurance failed to cover contractual douchbaggery and the inspection I had could not lay the burden of guilt on my badly poured stoop.

The damage removal process has been expensive and time consuming. We tried very hard to salvage as much material as possible to save on costs down the road.The people we have working with us on the house are hardworking and trustworthy if not cheap. So far ,we have all the sub-floor plumbing in place
and have purchase two toilets and a tub with all the trimmings for our soon-to-be full and half baths. Our six month to one year plan involves a full conversation of the basement living space into an income property where Josh and I will live, opening up the main floor as a rental. The main floor is fully renovated and gorgeously decorated; I've come a long was since purple and metallic gold thanks to my straight guy with the queer eye (its okay, they're taking it back). I think my upper floor living space would make a lovely home for one to three people, if they're a good fit.

As I mentioned, Josh's condition is still improving. He rarely needs his O2 supplement and rarer still for more than 20 minutes give or take. Our first evening in Florida, Josh walked just over a mile and trodded further still the following days. The fresh air, warm temperatures, good company, and fun outings agreed with us both and collectively was just what the doctor ordered.However, the demo/reno taking place in the basement is spewing dust and gunk throughout the house, reeking havoc on two sets of human, six sets of feline, one set of reptile, and oodles of fishy lungs. I keep getting sinus infections that make maintaining my perfect attendance a challenge some days. The hot/cold snaps are confusing the local flora and fauna into all sorts of shenanigans that makes my eyes water and my nose a faucet.

Despite the aforementioned tribulations, Aunt Beckie is still asking "please, Jesus, leave a message at the tone" followed by "to leave a callback number, press 5." She swears she's not done yet and could she please have some more time; I see her as much as I can but not as much as I should. This business with the refinance for the house is absolutely exhausting. I could have a student loan cleared almost immediately and would abandon the whole stupid process if I could afford to loose $500 in earnest money. Correlating our tax information is a fret noir in its own right. Josh has more W-2s than we have cats and I have no idea what manner of tax bracket in which we Will fall. Our budding paranormal research group is doing just that. Budding and sprouting and scattering our best talent and good friends in the wind as army families are want to do.

Throughout our own personal hurdles, Aunt Beckie keeps powering on. Some days, when we visit, you wouldn't even know she's been ill. She's as tough a gal as I've ever known and motivates me to persevere. Even as she lays in her hospital bed, day after day, unable to move her legs, she encourages me to study hard, continue to live a healthier lifestyle, love my family with all my heart, and speak up for those who can't always speak up for themselves. I love spending time with you but would prefer to do it chilling on the couch while eating gluten free snacks and watching "The Simpson's."

I recently (read: last December) began the tedious task of refinancing my mortgage. I understand that the market is in the toilet and the credit crunch has elevated scruteny to a TSA level figurative molestation. There can be no secrets remaining between myself and my loan officer. Apparently, having a combined credit score of 795 and paying my mortage on time every billing cycle since my closing date almost twelve years ago has no bearing in obtaning a promissary note from my bank of 15 years for signing. I really want to bail on the whole project and go with a student loan instead but Chase already has 500 buck-a-roos of my cash, from a check I wrote at the tail end of 2011. What month is it again?

Our over-all financial situation is a total cluster-f**k. In addition to our bank account getting ransacked and our line of credit maxed out by a cyber-thief, we didn't get a check from Purdue (Josh's employer for over five years) for ten weeks. Purdue started paying Josh again shortly after threatening to cancel our health insurance unless we paid them almost $900. This was just in time to completely destroy the chance of having a simple and quickly processed tax refund in my favor. Not gonna happen now. Hopefully, the $20,000.00 in tuition paid will allow for some respite in that department.

Lafayette Paranormal Research Society is fantastic on all accounts aside from the fact our most promising talent is packing up and moving away on military assignment. We are currently seeking candidates to fill the void the left by the Barlow and Jacobs families. Our group is rooted in scientific theory and organized experiments designed to obtain measurable results. If your one wish is too sit in a dark room with candles burning around a Ouija board while chanting: our group is not for you. On the flip side, if you would like to work with a professional team, shoulder some of the workload, and learn how to handle equipment then shoot me a message. Let's get together and chat.

The good news is that the bullshit with our stolen cash and credit due to the cyber attack on our finances has been fully resolved. We received a certified letter in the mail announcing that the charges on our accounts were indeed fraudulent and they considered the matter closed. Well done on that one, Chase. Well done. One down and infinity to go. I can get through this with the support and friendship so many of you have showed me these many months. Again, I hope to show my appreciation to all who have offered to help. Am looking forward to spending Easter with my family. I can't wait for Jenn to bring her handsome beau home so I may greet him in Klingon and present him with gifts. We have some great stuff picked out so far. Bill and Connie will return from Florida soon and hopefully will be bringing Spring with them. Peace be with you. Thanks for reading.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Good Times (not the TV show from the '70's)

All of my weekends have been pretty interesting, if not fun, since I went back to school. For the first time since we've been married, Josh and I get to relax and go on adventures together, sometimes a mixture of both. This past weekend was a lot of fun and fairly random. Next weekend promises to be eventful, as well. I can't wait!

On Friday, Josh and I hosted a meeting for full-time L.P.R.S. members, during which my mind was officially blown. Members of our group found the most phenomenal and unique piece of video evidence I've seen in many years of combing through paranormal surveillance files. I am hoping we will have a clip of the footage ready to view within a few days. Our techs are taking great care to provide the obtained evidence in a respectable and professional manner so please bear with us, time-wise, as we prepare to reveal our evidence to the para-community. I hope to have an edited copy for company at ScareFest next weekend. It is sure not to disappoint.

Our faithful and energetic para-enthusiasts then contributed inspiring ideas concerning where the group is, can, and should be headed concerning our desired direction (after the initial shock of the video footage wore off, that is). We decided that "less is more" regarding the amount of talent to take to every location. Our guys surmised that more delegation was needed to allow the organization to operate on a competitive scale and have a presence in the field. We are learning so much through trial-and-error, practice, experience, and the expert guidance we receive from seasoned professionals on a regular basis. Bear with us once more as we become even better at what we do.

As the meeting came to a close, I changed into my version of "going out" clothes and hit the bars with my best friend. Erin and I go way back and rarely get to hang out together outside of her house and back yard because she is a mom. We hit a hipster bar first and almost called it a night after that. We decided to give it one more shot in a friendlier place and moved on to a more accommodating venue. We stayed out too late and drank a little too much, but we had a great time, as we usually do.

A little on the early side, Josh and I woke up for game day. Mom picked us up around 11 am and we headed to campus. The weather could not have possibly been nicer; the parking could not have been closer (and the parking sign read both of my parents' names correctly, so that was good). Dad was in the field but made great efforts to give us a "Boiler Up!" before kick-off, calling all of our cell phones until someone called him back. The offensive line looked organized and effective. The defense got brave and made some huge plays. We sat in our seats for the majority of the game. That hasn't happened in what seems like years, and we enjoyed the afternoon to its fullest. It was a shut-out, another anomaly Purdue fans haven't witnessed frequently or recently. What a fun game to watch.

Mom dropped us off after the game with tailgate leftovers and a new tee shirt for me featuring a throwback Purdue Pete silk-screened on breathable, high quality fabric, in a color I can live with. We notice the pink twinge of developing sunburns on each other's cheeks as we prepare for the day's next activity: a quick drive to Attica to check our camera traps for exotic, large cats. We stop by mom and dad's to say "hi" to everyone on the way and arrive at a bustling farm. Dad is refueling the big red monster with help from my cousin Dan. Big Bill is wearing a Purdue hat and an L.P.R.S. shirt and is happy to see me. I had to jump back in my truck and move it to make room for the semi Luther was lumbering into position. I waved to my second daddy, hollered a hello to my mom, used the pink bathroom, directed Josh to grab some Pepsi and we were off like a dirty shirt.

Of the bait we set, there was no sign. We arrived at the site where we placed our camera and the meat we'd left several days before was gone with no tracks leading to and fro that might indicate what creature ate the yummy goodness I'd left behind. The trap itself was filled with pictures of deer: does and adolescent off-spring mostly and a few button bucks.No big cat photos today, it seems so we do the next best thing. I take my husband road farming.

Road farming is an activity enjoyed by country kids and adults who have access to a vehicle, the desire to drive very slowly, and the need to stare at shit as it rolls slowly by. I love driving around the least traveled back roads, turning this way and that, and not always knowing where you will "end up." Josh showed his unbridled enthusiasm by promptly falling asleep. I woke him for things he likes to see and let him snooze the rest of the time (he can peacefully fall asleep is any moving vehicle). We had ice-cream at Wolf's and french-fries from Short-Stop. We arrived home to cats that were happy to see us and hadn't coughed up or crapped on anything. Nothing was shredded and scattered all over the TV room and our snake, Mittens, had shed again and was looking especially beautiful. I changed into pajama pants (not to be confused with pajama jeans) and settled in to my butt crater on my favorite piece of furniture and picked up my laptop.

Aunt Lucy and Uncle Bill gave me a fantastic leather loveseat that I sit on regularly. It's a comfy seat and less prone to random cat attacks than the dining room table so I usually do my homework here. With homework and classes on the brain I log into my student portal to, once again, check my grades for updates. I took my last final on Thursday and feel like I've been waiting for eons to know exactly how I did last term. Looks like I have a 103, two 100's, a 99, and a 97% in my five classes. This is the first time I've been a 4.0 GPA since my freshman year at Purdue over ten years ago and I am very pleased.

I now have a week off from classes to look forward to and prepare for next term. Josh and I are have a They Might Be Giants concert (with Jonathan Coultan) on Thursday night then we are headed straight to Lexington for ScareFest. This will be our first major Para-Conn and we are very much looking forward to it. Wish me luck and thanks so much for reading!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Idle Brains Write Stupid Songs

I guess I'm either ready for Christmas or another paranormal investigation because this is what I have on the brain right now... Enjoy at your own risk!


The Twelve Days of Ghost-Hunting

For my group's first ghost-hunt, I took along with me
The guy that makes my heart go "squee"

On my group's second ghost-hunt, I took along with me
That crazy bitch from school
And the guy that makes my heart go "squee"

On my group's third ghost hunt, I took along with me
A raging diabetic
Crazy bitch from school
And the guy that makes my heart go "squee"

On my group's fourth ghost-hunt, I took along with me
Occupational therapist
Raging diabetic
Crazy bitch from school
And the guy that make my heart go "squee"

On my group's fifth ghost-hunt, I took along with me
Our... eye... candy...!
Occupational therapist
Raging diabetic
Crazy bitch from school
And the guy that makes my heart go "squee"

On my group's sixth ghost-hunt, I took along with me
Army dudes in camo
Our... eye... candy...!
Occupational therapist
Raging diabetic
Crazy bitch from school
And the guy that makes my heart go "squee"

On my group's seventh ghost-hunt, I took along with me
One Ball State Cardinal
Army dudes in camo
Our... eye... candy...!
Occupational therapist
Raging diabetic
Crazy bitch from school
And the guy that makes my heart go "squee"

On my groups eighth ghost-hunt, I took along with me
Fourth Degree Masons
One Ball State Cardinal
Army dudes in camo
Our... eye... candy...!
Occupational therapist
Raging diabetic
Crazy bitch from school
And the guy that makes my heart go "squee"

On my group's ninth ghost hunt I took along with me
Wives of Army Guys
Fourth Degree Masons
One Ball State Cardinal
Army dudes in camo
Our... eye... candy...!
Occupational therapist
Raging diabetic
Crazy bitch from school
And the guy that makes my heart go "squee"

On my group's tenth ghost hunt, I took along with me
A frightened girl named Katie
Wives of Army Guys
Fourth Degree Masons
One Ball State Cardinal
Army dudes in camo
Our... eye... candy...!
Occupational therapist
Raging diabetic
Crazy bitch from school
And the guy that makes my heart go "squee"

My group's eleventh ghost hunt, I took along with me
Kid that looked thirty
Frightened girl named Katie
Wives of Army Guys
Fourth Degree Masons
One Ball State Cardinal
Army dudes in camo
Our... eye... candy...!
Occupational therapist
Raging diabetic
Crazy bitch from school
And the guy that makes my heart go "squee"

On my group's twelfth ghost-hunt, I took along with me
A rented mini-van
Kid that looked thirty
Frightened girl named Katie
Wives of Army Guys
Fourth Degree Free Masons
One Ball State Cardinal
Army dudes in camo
Our... eye... candy...!
Occupational therapist
Raging diabetic
Crazy bitch from school
And the guy that makes my heart go "squee"

Certain liberties have been taken to make this stupid song a wee less ludicrous. I hope you enjoyed it because that's five minutes you are never getting back. Namaste!

Final Essay for Com II

Why Education Is Important to Today’s Society

Now more than ever, people of all ages around the country and abroad, are flocking to college campuses in droves. The economy is circling the proverbial toilet bowl and the job market is fully saturated. Homeowners owe more on their mortgages than their houses are currently worth. The majority of American voters have completely lost faith in government at the Federal level. Yet, one asset we still have as a country (in the Midwest, especially) is excellent colleges abound. US cities and countrysides are virtually peppered with institutions of higher learning. The people who survive this national economic event will have taken advantage of time off work or government stimulus to further their education, and the country will be better because of it. Education is important in today’s society because it is education that will see us through this mess by opening doors to new experiences; improving your salary at your current job; or carving the path to your new career

To begin, the decision to further your education will open the door to new experiences, like meeting new people, joining clubs, and attending community events. Meeting new people at school is the first step in forming professional relationships with future coworkers. Knowing there are people you like to interact with makes studying more fun and helps drive healthy competition because you are all working toward a common goal. There is also the possibility that you may get to work with some of them as well, so it never hurts to make some friends. The next opportunity to open doors through education lies with clubs and organizations. An academic club is an excellent entity for discovering what the upper-class-men are working on and showing you what to expect in future classes. Clubs and organizations are also great for obtaining new skills offered outside the classroom like CPR certifications and resume building workshops. The third phase of new experiences in higher education occurs when opportunities to branch out into the community arise. For example, attending a Women in Business luncheon would be a great experience and opportunity to meet female business owners and professionals while participating in a seminar led by local health-care workers could introduce you to people already working in the medical field. Exposure to new people and experiences is paramount when pursuing higher education, especially after a lapse in enrollment.

In addition to having new opportunities through networking, choosing to pursue higher education can result in a higher-paying salary at your current job through obtaining a certificate or license, expanding your current knowledge base, or receiving your degree. Many colleges and universities offer training programs in which the end result is a certificate, license, or other accolades. For instance, people wishing to sell homes must first obtain a license to do so and nursing assistants need certification to perform certain duties, depending on where they work. These programs can last as little as a couple of hours, or take up to a few years to complete. Higher education can also improve your over-all knowledge in your occupation or chosen field. Law enforcement officials, educators, sellers of insurance, and licensed pilots (to name a few) must constantly stay up-to-date with ever changing laws and regulations. Being the first employee at your firm with premiere business strategies and updated procedure methods make you more valuable to your bosses and is often awarded monetarily. Now that you have obtained additional certification and expanded your knowledge base in your field of choice, you might as well stay on and get that degree! Receiving your degree, or multiple degrees, can do nothing but improve your station at work and therefore, in life. With new degrees often come new job titles, promotions, and an increase in pay and is that not why we are all here? Sally Struthers nailed it when she said, “do you want to make more money? Sure. We all do!”

Finally, some people (including myself) choose to further their educations because they wish to start completely over in a new work environment, with a new job description, and a better career. First of all, certain occupations are wrought with the same day-today experiences and typical routines; they become boring or tedious after awhile regardless of employer. Obtaining a degree can open up the possibility to work under a brand new set of circumstances in a different type of environment in a completely new field. To continue, possessing a degree can land you a job title you may have never considered or even heard of before. “Hi. I’m Eileen and and I am the director of pharmaceutical inventory management and patient care relations specialists, please step into my office.” You think you can get a title (or office) such as this without a degree? I think not. Finally, there is arguably few events in life more exciting than the prospect of starting a better career. A change of pace is almost always good; new-found respect, promotions, and titles are even better; yet nothing can top waking up in the morning knowing you are headed to a job you love, that will love you back. Ask anyone who has been there and they will tell you, “it is totally worth it.”

There can be no doubt that the world is in a frightening state at the moment and is bound to get worse before it gets better. With all the opportunities to improve ourselves intellectually, there is simply no excuse to accept that we are given a “station in life.” We, as a nation of young and old, must face the reality that higher learning could be our salvation. I think it is time we, as a nation, decide to stop complaining about the dire straits and commit ourselves to making it better.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Here Kitty Kitty Kitty






I think it is so great to see some of the great predators (somehow) returning to their original habitats without human intervention through relocation and breeding programs. This guy (or girl) managed to infiltrate a huge chunk of private private property without being seen. By anyone. This huge cat had to cross highways and interstates and ginormous chunks of open land to arrive where he (she) is living now.

The conservation officer, who was called to the scene, was reluctant to label this animal as "mountain loin" because he feared local residents would use their rights to seek out and destroy the animal if if wandered onto their property.

There still exists, in parts of our country, the innate desire to kill any predatory animal that weighs over sixty pounds to keep the human population safe. In reality, where I often visit, I've found that unless you have a toddler that enjoys long nocturnal walks without the company of his parents, a chicken coup with shoddy fencing, or a pack of ankle-biter dogs that will attack anything 40 times its size and are allowed to run unsupervised at night, then you should be okay.

These cats are beautiful and perfect in design to control the pests that plague your garden or fields. While I am most defiantly not suggesting that you buy a mountain loin from a breeder to let it loose on your property for rodent control, I am also asking anyone who sees one of these glorious cats: to please let it be.

They were here first.