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Fancy, Frantic, Flimsy Fridays!

June 21, 2013

Many apologies dear readers! Am finally getting a handle on Twitter, Google+, and all the various blogs I need to be a recognized and thankfully appreciated writer.  I am a Mentor in the UCLA Communications Dept, from which I and my brother Michael, matriculated.  My wonderful 'Mentee', Amanda, is as much my Mentor as I am hers!  Consequently I am more comfortable blogging and working on my own Wordpress page:  http://seshirley.wordpress.com.

I just returned from the usual Friday knot of abysmal traffic in Santa Monica - too many people, too many cars! Politicians liken Westsiders to being prisoners in their own homes.  Zig-zag around, find easier times to travel - you all know the drill.

Whilst sitting with no outlet near I began to reflect on the nightmare visited upon us on June 7th.  Every Westsider regardless of political affection dreads the always-Friday visits by Presidents - in this case Barack Obama.  We change dental, medical, library - every kind of appointment we can - to avoid the knot of traffic that will choke us for 4 hrs minimum.  Thank God the President came to Santa Monica June 7, 2013.  As a looked at the double-lines of traffic stopped - with no outlet in sight - exactly at the streets affected by a lone shooter I just shook my head.  With nearly 1500 rounds at his disposal the gunman could have exponentially driven up the dead.

I don't say his name, because it really doesn't matter.  This situation has been occurring with regularity and we all can assign towns, cities, events to this phenomenon.  I have a question that nobody (in the media at least) seems to be asking:  where are these nobodies with no jobs getting the money to acquire such arsenals?  This materiel is not cheap.  I seriously believe that no credit card company would allow many of them credit; so who's picking up the tab for the deranged?

Last week Santa Monica gathered together for remembrances of the victims, those pitifully broken and bloodied bodies caught midway in breath.  We had a remembrance march, stopping at each site where a wonderful life was cut down...all that happened in a scant 13 minutes from the time the shooter killed his father and brother and torched their home, until, thank goodness, he was himself cut down by the most amazing law enforcement I know.  A rampage of 13 minutes. A march of some hours. Masses at St. Anne's and St. Monica Parishes. The gunman's family laid to rest, and the gunman too.

This is just a reflection from a literary Bay City (Raymond Chandler's name for Santa Monica), from a longtime resident whose uncle had long ago retired from the Santa Monica Police Department.  Just a reflection from Anytown, USA, with a hope and prayer that someday the madness will stop.

Follow the Labyrinth-Maze!

 Jo, Lizzie and Ang - all the parts of me! We are all needed in this new quest!!

We were busy trading for a large commodities firm when we received emails directing us to the conference room for a teleconference at noon Chicago time, or ten o'clock PDT.  We were informed that the CEO and owner of the company had attempted suicide that morning, that he was in a coma, and that he had left damaging documentation informing that he had been stealing from the company from nearly its inception twenty (20) years previously.  None of us were originally from that company - our own FCMs (Futures Commodities Merchants) had been gobbled up by this company, which was one of the largest privately held commodities firms in the U.S.  with dozens of offices in this country and others.

The federal regulators had shut the company down, apparently as the ambulance was leaving the carpark with the company's owner inside.  Our clients accounts were being liquidated as we were speaking and we had no job.  Finito.  This on the heels of the past miserable 2 1/2 yrs in which we were making 25% of our paychecks previous to this company's buy-out of ours'.  We still haven't been paid for the month of June by the way.

So that was it.  We were a fire-sale, if we wanted to work for even less than we had been making, assuming that firms that wanted to hire us were also not going to be shut-down by regulators for cause.

Several friends and colleagues have suggested that I add to the 2012 Blog by describing the events of the past eight weeks.  If others can feel some catharsis by my documentation, I am happy to provide same.  I wish I could say it was a dark and stormy night, but it was a bright, beautiful morning in Encino, where our office had been relocated from West Los Angeles a scant four months previously.

View from the sixteenth floor office

No office. No job. Twenty-eight years of fiscal relationships severed as by a guillotine. All we could do was call our clients (or were clients five minutes ago), inform them of what little we knew and that we would keep them informed as soon as we heard anything. We were in shock.  Complete shock. This individual, my age, had been taking his family, his company, his employees and his clients down the drain for hundreds of millions of dollars.  It was front page news in the papers for nearly two weeks.

When I got home that day and looked across the street at a house I had gazed upon for nearly twenty (20) years I knew three things: I wasn't going back into the financial sector; I needed to update my life; I needed to move from the wonderful street on which I had lived and loved and lost.

I thought of all the wonderful places I had worked for so many years, and was so grateful for those experiences and friends and colleagues gained:

The Wedbush Building downtown L.A. and surrounding garden

Central Library downtown L.A.

Central Library downtown at night

7th and Figueroa Sts. 7th St. Metro Station Bldg

The stunning oft-photographed Wedbush Bldg.

Our most-recent office at 12300 Wilshire Blvd., West L.A. and the closest I had EVER lived to my office: ten (10) minutes, EVEN with Santa Monica traffic!!!




FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THIRTY (30) YEARS I HAD NO OFFICE!!
WOW!!


The next gratitude I had was for the street on which I lived ever since the 1994 Earthquake.  I had rehabbed the house across the street, lived there and gardened for many years.  Downsized and made my life lighter, but redirecting most of my library to St. Monica High School and ridding myself of gardening life so I would have more time to write and travel.






Now I needed to really pare down from a one-bedroom duplex right next to my darling neighbors and family of 20+ years to hopefully finding a room to rent in a home or apartment; at best a single, saving as much money as I could to carry on until I found a job that I wanted!! OH DOES THAT ALL SOUND EASY!!!  I was entering:

I think the really special notion of a labyrinth or maze in times like this is the simplicity:

There are many wrong turns, yet only one right turn to progress to the center...to the PRIZE (whatever the prize is).

I had not written a resume for thirty-odd years.  I had merely gone from position-to-position, climbing up the ladder of financials (which is never an easy ladder for women, but challenging).  

WEEKS TWO TO EIGHT

The shock is wearing off, just a little; like in every grieving process there comes denial, then anger, but I could afford little anger and still get the job done of rearranging my life!

Apparently my sometimes significant other didn't see it that way.  He didn't discuss.  He didn't offer suggestions. He wasn't there to run ideas by.  He walked. After that Monday I never saw him again.  After that Thursday no texts returned (and he texted at least 10-15 times a day), nor phone calls.  Not even a "good-bye".  My rearranging life didn't fit into his Draconian schedule of work, work and more work until one drops...literally.  Oh I know what you're saying:  It's better to find all this out now.  My mind agrees with you.  My heart however...my heart...but I can't think about that now.

I must say "good-bye" to my home, sort all that needs to be sold, given away or stored and do it all with gratitude for the wonderful times we had!

See that tree-line???? That's where I am headed!

Resume-writing is all an online-task.  Listen to your friends who are constantly updating theirs.  Join the groups that will offer suggestions for resume-writing on their web-sites, simultaneously listing job-searches.

These are the ones I used (am using):

UCLA Networking

                                                           LinkedIn  (and as many groups as you find useful)

Doostang

Bruinworks alumni

Indeed.com

oDesk

Individual companies or venues for which you want to work:

Getty

LACMA

for instance, for me.

Each of these has an intricate and time-consuming method of relating your skills, history and what you want to do!  Follow their directions and constantly UPDATE your resume online with them.

A WORD ABOUT CRAIGSLIST:

USING THE JOBSEARCH FOR CRAIGSLIST IS FRAUGHT WITH SCAMS, JERKS AND FRAUDS.  BE VERY CAREFUL!!! 

I have had enough fraud in the past 8 weeks to last a lifetime!

THIS APPLIES TO CRAIGSLIST APARTMENT, ROOM SEARCH AS WELL!!!

What I have discovered:  

                                                                   EasyRoommate:  Don't upgrade; that's their sales pitch.  I have tried to correct the area I want to search a half-dozen times....what part of WESTSIDE do they not get??? The West Side of the Rockies???? What a waste - you can't email back unless you 'upgrade'.  You've got enough money problems, right?

                                                                       Roomster: I actually upgraded for three days for $5.95.  I cancelled on the second day: two of the worst scams were on Roomster!

                                                                       Walkscore: where I found mine and it's perfect! 7 minutes from my old street and wonderful space for the money, plus there's parking.  It was also listed on 

                                                          Craigslist, and I called as soon as it was listed... 

CHECK SEVERAL TIMES A DAY!!!

KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED FOR SCAMS!!!

In 6 weeks I searched over 3,000 available rooms/house-shares etc., replied to 283 of them; counted 62 scams and visited over three dozen possibles. 

IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T FIGURED IT OUT YET YOU WILL SPEND YOUR LIFE ON THE COMPUTER UNTIL YOU GET JOB, LIVING AND BENEFITS SORTED!!!

BENEFITS

I had turned 65 in March, called the Social Security Office for West Los Angeles and went to my interview with them.  They are INCREDIBLE!!! I cannot say enough in praise of our civil servants.  I had NO IDEA what I was doing:  just followed directions online and they called right away for appointments, told me what to bring with me etc.  Had my Medicare card issued as well.  In April the SSO called me at my office and we decided that it was fiscally appropriate to take early (between 65-66 yrs) SS.  It wasn't much more $$ to wait until I turned 66 in March of 2013.  Thank goodness I listened to them!!!

Besides SS, and Medicare I applied for CalFresh, which is the old CA food stamps.  

Let me say a word about this:  I have paid all my life, as have we all into these programs.  They are NOT "going on the dole" ; they are all INSURANCE PROGRAMS for which we are all entitled.  Is it a strange thing to apply? You bet it is!! But again, the civil servants are so nice and so helpful that what could have been a traumatic experience became an adventurous part of this LABYRINTH-MAZE!!

As soon as I was able, I also filed for Unemployment Compensation. Again, I began the process online and was called immediately and emailed for my interview.  I had never in my life filed for unemployment as I had never been unemployed!  Same with CalFresh.  I do not intend to use these except as a stop-gap: once settled, I can apply in person and interview for the jobs which extended interest...and be back on my feet once again!!!

That is the core of the Labyrinth-Maze...that is the PRIZE!!!

AND THE ADVENTURE IS GETTING THERE!!!

My sunsets and dawns will be the same - my friends are always my friends...sent another 152 book cartons to the Santa Monica Public Library and wish the very best for the man-who-didn't-stay-to-dinner.

We have an election coming up! And the HQ for Dems is right in the heart of 3rd St. Promenade!!!

Soon it will be back to writing full-time crime, history and mysteries...and working at least part-time as a researcher, writer, editor!

And food writer, editor and cook!!!

What's next?!?!?

We always have choices...for me crawling under the covers and waiting for December 21, 2012 is NOT an option!!!  Here I choose!! To the Labyrinth-Maze I go, prepared to get scraped, dirty and victorious!!!

More...

So, here we are on day 2 of the blog...I'll bet you're wondering what "verying" meant yesterday? It wasn't a typo or spelling error.  Verisimilitude, one of my favorite words - "appearance of, or purveyor of truth"...my three young gals are all truth-bearers, each in her own way.

Some days I am Jo the Minimalist; some days Lizzie, who would prefer to grasp the tail of a kite ala Pooh Bear and float up into the trees and just enjoy her truth quietly; other days I'm like Ang...I just haven't found the answer yet, haven't dug it up.  I do plod along though on those days, putting one foot front of the next and staying in the solution like Jo.

Today I spent an unscheduled time doing computer maintenance after accidently downloading a rather nasty toolbar.  Word to the wise: if you are downloading Gutenburg make sure you don't get involved with a crafty little piece of work called FLVRunner...it will take about 5 hrs to make it all right again, all the time begging forgiveness from your poor laptop!

Have a good day, evening and long weekend...will try to bring more thoughts to bear during the coming days.

Your servant,

S.E. Shirley

TwelveTwentyOne -TwentyTwelve

This has been preying on my mind since the disaster film "2012" bombed at the box-office. You see, I don't think anybody with a conscious reasoning mind is into this Mayan-End-Of-The-World nonsense.  

I have this group of younger gal-pals from verying backgrounds who provide me a lively conversation on just about any topic, including this one.  So we're going to be blogging about my young women-friends for awhile.

Let me introduce them:

Jo is a graphics artist, well-educated and trained with a natal background that includes Costa Rica, Argentina, Italian with a wisp of New York to blend the flavors.  She is a great cook, has a distinctive sense of style and bubbles with enthusiasm.  Jo is a minimalist; for her Occam's Razor is the answer of the day: whatever the simplest answer, given all the possibilities, is the correct answer. It is Jo's firm belief that the purveyors of the Mayan Calendar just ran out of supplies! Not enough clay (perhaps the heat of the summer dried it up),stylus fragmentation etc. So whoever was in charge of the Mayan Project, as she refers to it,simply called a halt to any more counting!

Lizzie is a free spirit - she is a professional videographer who gazes at the world and its inhabitants through her lens. An avid yoga practitioner, Lizzie is what I call a 'neo' - not that gawd awful New Age trash that was forced down the collective gullet in decades past - that is sooooo last century - which was nothing more than the reworking of ancient ideas anyhow, accompanied with healing minerals, tie-dyed shirts and jangling bracelets that rattled the nerves. In tough with her body and with the awareness of the world around her, Lizzie believes that the Mayans on the Calendar Committee just got tired of doing the same old thing and pursued other interests, allowing the slab to gather dust, then mud, then more mud until some unlikely archaeologist dug it up! A variation on 'one man's trash is another man's treasure' idiom.





Ang is a historian who actually does go on 'digs' during her summer holidays!  A writer for an international blog, Ang very simply points out that modern man gloms onto anything that is 'dug up' and that piece of 'history' is the keystone upon which we make sweeping and usually erroneous opinions of behaviors of the past.  Errors, she will always remind, the are offset by the next set of 'dug up' information modern humans get.  In other words, we as a society (and even a preponderance of real historians and scientists)see each artifact as the end-all and be-all of history until we get more information that either supports our hypotheses or negates them.  Ang sees the past as a process of 'finds' and even though she is down-to-earth she is really rather metaphysical about it all. Ang thinks that we have but a small piece of the larger picture the Mayans and their forebears want(ed) us to see! 

Here's the interesting part:  all three young women are a part of me - as we draw nearer to the precipice of 12.21.12 (which seems like a darn good lottery grouping of numbers to me!) I propose that we will get closer and closer to ourselves, to our familial and environmental histories as well as our genetic predispositions...

JOIN ME ON THIS FASCINATING JOURNEY!!!