CHAPTER 6 ~ RELISHING AN AUSPICIOUS BIRTHDAY
A ping from the past - or is it a pang?
My hardhat from my stint at a mill now sits on the top shelf in my bedroom. I've actually had reason to use it. When Kim and Thomas took down a tree in my yard, I made Kim wear it. He was the one in the path of the tree's fall.
Who knows, maybe I'll need it for an earthquake some day, not that I have that on my bucket list.
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Here I am, dressed as an elf, raising money for a camera by holding a bake sale the year they slashed my budget to the bone. We raised enough for the camera and then some. More importantly, they restored my budget the following year.
This story went around for a long time. As part of my work with Rita, she used to get feedback on me from different people. She told me that she had to start asking them not to tell her the story about the bake sale, as she'd heard it so often.
Then she told me, "Stop telling that story!"
Heck no! I love this story. I'm sure it helped save me from a big title.
I still can't believe that I had a patent all these years. But here's the proof. And yes, I did put it on my resume when I found out. I don't think I'll need that bit of info, but it was a cool little ceremony of self-acknowledge-
I only ever wanted three things back in the corporate world. One was a patent. Check (and newly discovered). One was a hardhat. Check.
The last was a title - Vice President. Nope. I think my Guardian Angel was protecting me from that fate.
This is the standard uniform of the corporate world of the 80's and 90's. Every once in a while I'd wear jeans to work,until business casual came in. Then I lost interest.