Today was one of those days--nothing much accomplished.

I did a bit of tidying up, then heard my neighbor's house guests leave. Based on last evening, they had a lively time.

I think there was at least one kid in the group, judging by the various noises.

But all that was on the computer side of the house, rather than the side where I sleep, so it didn't bother me.

Late in the afternoon I had some jerk (on the phone) trying to sell me something. I don't even remember what it was, but I neither needed it nor wanted it. Oh wait--I think it had something to do with cable and/or internet connections.

Mine work just fine, thank you.

None of this telemarketing had appeared when I was a teenager and then some. Who knows--I might have taken a job doing it for a little spending money.

My first paid job (aside from baby-sitting) was in a Five and Ten. Several of us that hung around together went up to interview at a new store, and (as I recall) we all got hired. One girl didn't quit when school started, and ended up as a floor runner.

Pay was 65 cents an hour.

The next summer our "group" worked in some kind of factory that assembled coloring books and similar things.

The regular assembly line staff was mostly women of "mature years" who got really ticked off when we teenagers worked at a much faster pace. The bosses quickly learned to keep us all together so we could race along at our pace.

The two summers following I worked in NYC in a drafting room, doing (mostly) clerical-type work. That was a real nice group to work with.

I took the train to Jersey City, then the ferry across the river to lower NYC. That area was drastically changed by 911.

There was a Catholic church along the way to my building, and many a woman would stop by on her way to work for a quick prayer or two.

That was when women always covered their heads (wore hats) when they were in a church.

The interesting part was that many a woman put a hanky on her head, or sometimes a glove. A well-bred woman (especially a Roman Catholic) did not enter a church with her head uncovered.


I (of course) have not caught up on household stuff, but I may go in to work tomorrow anyway. It will all depend on the weather forecast.