Stress. It’s going to be okay. It’s not going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. It’s not going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. It’s not going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. It’s not going to be okay. I need something to make myself feel less stressed. I need something constructive to do. The phone rings. I answer it. There is no real person there, as usual. — Then, a person [a computerized voice] started talking: “We work with BFA, Wells Fargo, etc. Most of our representatives make in excess of thirty-five thousand a year. If you are interested in bettering your financial future, press one.”
I am sorry, but this caller, or a variation of it, calls at least ten times a day. Believe me, it is true. Now. I ask you. What kind of a job is that? I say “Yuck.” For one thing, there is no satisfaction that comes with cold calling anyone. Nada. Zip. Nothing. How depressing!
This caller is making me think negatively because there is no interaction with anyone human, although, at the moment I think that is okay, too. I do not want to talk to anyone right now. So, what happens if you lay the phone down and let it sit there while you type an article? Well, another voice comes on, “If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again. If you need help, please hang up and dial your operator.”
Apparently, their computer system does not like to wait for you to make a decision. I get called quite a bit. Their line is usually, “You signed up, somewhere, and indicated that you wanted to have your own business. Is this true?” More stress. It’s going to be okay. It’s not going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. It’s not going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. It’s not going to be okay.
When I tell them that I already work outside the home and I write articles, I get the feedback from them, ‘˜That is nice, but, we want you to work for us. Can you spare two hours a week?” To which I point out that I do not want to, nor am I interested in receiving their calls.
Then, they get nosy. “Can you tell me, exactly, what it is that you do?” I tell them to look at my website, Char Milbrett dot com. It explains that I am a writer and that my articles can be read online and that if you want to see my stuff as it is submitted, that you can follow me on Twitter.
I would be so depressed if I had to contact people like myself on the phone all day. It doesn’t even sound remotely interesting. I also do not want to send out postcards. [I don’t even have my Christmas cards sent out yet — ] I actually bought postcards to send out, and the postmaster and I were having a small chuckle over the two fish that were on my postcards. They were a couple of colorful carp. Christmas Carp, I said. She said, you should write that right underneath the fish. That would be interesting!
No pun intended, but it sounds that way. I have been ‘˜doing’ ebay the past week. Ebay is a lot of work. You certainly have to be creative, but you also have to be honest. The customer should get more from you than they expected. I like to see “You have sold your item.” “Your item did not sell” is not quite so fun. The only good part is that you can re-list your item and try again. You have to keep thinking to yourself that the person who is looking for your particular item is going to find your item eventually.
I was selling Little Golden Books. I have had these books for over twenty years. They sat in a box. I decided that someone would probably want them. I even joined a Little Golden Books collector club so that I could inform them of my upcoming sales event. I did manage to ship out a few books. Nothing remarkable, but I did end up clearing up one box from a corner of my closet.
I have an Electronic Organ that my father gave to my daughter. It must need some tender loving care. You turn the switch on and it hums. I suppose there is something simple, like a piece of mouse hair or something sitting somewhere. If I were more electronically inclined, I would find the little part that is not-functioning and replace it. Someone suggested feeling for a hot spot, since that would indicate that the electricity is building up in that spot. The only problem is, do I feel lucky enough to not get shocked to death by touching some random part. No, I do not! So, I probably will not attempt this. I even bought a service book for the thing. Well, it shows me what parts go where and what electronic value they need to have. I just do not have time to look for anything.
So it collects dust. Mind you, this was a $5,000 new Gulbransen 400 series organ, complete with all the bells and whistles. My mother traded up to it from the Lowry that she had. It’s cool. It’s pretty. It even has an organ bench. There are buttons for percussion, toggles for melody, you can electronically pinpoint what sound you want. You can even push a button and decide what type of instrument you want it to sound like.
My mother used to play it very loud when I lived at home. Especially if I wanted to talk about something she didn’t want to talk about. I have long since forgiven her for that. My daughter would like to sell it so she can put money down on a newer car. She has a car already, but wants to upgrade. So, if you want to buy a used 1999 Grand Prix or a Vintage electronic organ, please, oh please, give me a holler. What else? This month, I am home a little more since I have vacation time. Vacation time is depressing. I am far too mentally active to just sit around and do nothing. So, here I am, typing as fast as I can.
I am planning on writing a book. Actually, I plan to write a couple books. One will be a help book for children that want to study for the National Spelling Bee competitions. I want to write a book that uses all the words they need to know- in a story or poem. It will be a study aid for a child that doesn’t have anyone to study with them. The other book will just be a book.
I have so many stories to write about, and I think the story will be simply another Maud Hart Lovelace or Laura Ingalls-Wilder type classic. I have something in common with these two writers or writing styles. I am from Minnesota. The one, Maud, was from the same town I was born in, Mankato. The other one was from Walnut Grove.
So. Enjoy your week. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year if you participate in that sort of thing. I do. I do not feel so stressed out, now.
It’s going to be okay.