“Long-haired freaky people need not apply”

Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?

Ms. SpoolTeacher went in to a new local store to see what it was all about and if they might be hiring. Of course, she knows it will be an online application process; but she likes to do things like they were done when she was just a lassie, looking for her first jobs…(around the same time as this song, “Signs”, was first released by the Five Man Electrical Band.) She was thinking she might try to seek out the manager and chat him up before he got the clue that she was interviewing him for a job.

As she approached the check out counter with a big bag of her favorite dog food in tow, she said to the 20 something girl there, “It looks like they don’t hire anyone over 20?”

“Oh yes, there is one man who is in his 70’s.”

She wanted to ask if he was white and 200lbs because it has been her experience that those are the most popular attributes for being hired…white male, 6′ tall, 200 lbs. But she kept her trap shut.

The other 20 something girl standing nearby (both of them wearing cowboy boots to tromp all day on concrete in) said, “If it will make you feel any better, we are both over 20.”

No, it didn’t make her feel any better, or worse for that matter; because, Ms. SpoolTeacher knows in her heart of hearts that she is doing what she should be doing. What she loves.

Do What You Love, The Money Will Follow

Yes, sometimes it feels like the money will never follow, but it does. Miraculously, minute by minute, day by day, week by week, somehow her needs are always met. “Thank you Lord.” She puts money in her account and goes and pays a bill. It is keeping her very humble. But it has miraculously worked for at least 10 years now, really more, all her independent entrepreneurial times accumulated.

So she knows too that she is not a Long-haired freaky people, wait a minute, yes she is; but she is as old a Job and that isn’t what employers are really looking for these days. At least not in significant numbers. They want people who haven’t already been worn down by a system that isn’t working. So she plods along on her entrepreneurial journey, sure it will pan out soon. Sure as sure.

She made another “sale” on Etsy yesterday! Yeah! “It works if you work it so work it you’re worth it” she says to herself. She knows that’s an AA chant, but it works for lots of applications. She uses whatever has proven to be a success tool. And one tool she has found to be successful is reaching out and helping others. First. Not after you’re successful, but while you’re gettin there. First of all, it feels really good. Second, unexpected doors fly open. Lately some hollow core doors flew open, metaphorically speaking. A friend wanted some signs made and couldn’t manage the hollow core doors herself and asked Ms. SpoolTeacher if she would like to make some money. “Did someone say MONEY!”

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign

So Ms. SpoolTeacher, hoarder that she is, took her 1972 angled-bristle-oil-painting brush, a Purdy flat brush, some rags and a bucket over to be a sign painter for 1 day that turned into 2, (this is a friend whom she has helped many times for what was supposed to be free, but somehow Friend always finds a way to pay her some how; money or things or referrals or such). And on top of this gig being a paying one, it put Ms. SpoolTeacher in her “Happy Place”…mindlessly smearing paint on something, anything.

In the old days of Home Depot, signs were all hand-lettered by employees. Now she thinks they are printed; but in her days of working for them, she was often called upon to letter signs because she was pretty good at making them legible.

She got to make a couple of “artistic” signs as well…Ho, ho, ho, Home Depot

She got to make this collection twice. And they even paid her to work from home. Talk about “Happy Place”!

Ho, ho, ho, Home Depot

Friend had managed to get the paints (from the city dump) Ms. SpoolTeacher recommended, Red, Yellow, Black…well, sort of (colors that are frequently used for stand-out signs), Friend got a near chartreuse yellow, and a bright pink, exacalacally “the colors people look for when scouting yard and estate sales” Friend told her. As it turned out, they worked pretty well to stand out, the yellow from the red, so to speak.

Signs, signs, everywhere a sign

First she slathered on the pink with her favorite Purdy flat brush…She doesn’t like using a roller, too messy and much more fun to slather.

Signs, signs, everywhere a sign

Then she free-hand painted on the letters with her hoarded 1972 angled-bristle-oil-painting brush and thought she was finished…until she opened that trap of hers and said what Friend was thinking…”I think the letters would look better outlined in black”….

Yep. Day 2: outline all the letters with felt tip black marker! Still, she was in her “Happy Place” so even though it was now a $5 p/hour labor (of love), she knows it will open some more hollow core doors. She’s sure.

Friend said, “Why don’t you sign the bottoms and make up a flyer and I will tell everyone about all the things you do, Ms. Jackie of all Trades SpoolTeacher”. Well, Friend actually called her by her real name. So she signed the bottom and put her SpoolTeacher.com website on it too and off she went to the next entrepreneurial-school-of-doing-what-she-loves-the-money-will-follow-her-everywhere-she-needs-it-to-fun-and-adventurous escapade, (see the escape in that last word?).

Are you doing what you love, even if it means freezing in place cuz electricity to heat is a luxury while clothes upon clothes are not?

Here’s an interesting concept of existing (better) without money…

and here is the sign before black outlines. Better with black, eh?
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign

What do you love to do? Are you doing it? Why not?

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Just Get A Job

Hippies

Baby Boomers/Millennials. What’s in a name?

Forbes: WHY YOUR KIDS CAN’T GET A JOB:
“Do what you love. “
“Branding is everything.”

Blah, blah, blah…IT’S CALLED COMPETITION and no matter how you cut it, no matter how well you brand yourself, no matter how well you market yourself, the bottom line is that there will probably never again be enough “J.O.B.s” for everyone. Work is a whole nother thing.

Entitled?

That’s memed [2 : a pervasive thought or thought pattern that replicates itself via cultural means; a parasitic code, a virus of the mind especially contagious to children and the impressionable] a lot these days. Who is it really that thinks they are entitled, the poor or the rich?

Entitled to what? Entitled to be happy. What’s that? Entitled to food/a yacht.

“I’ve worked hard, I deserve it.”

“I’m hungry, can you help me.”

Jackie of All Trades SpoolTeacher decided over fifteen years ago that following the line of sheeples looking for bliss in Corporationville was never going to reap the entitlements she felt she deserved.

She has also always said, “There is nothing new under the sun“, but of course she wasn’t the first to say that…

So just now, while she was researching fodder (content) for this post based on the title that just infiltrated her thought process whilst she was mindlessly (not so much) trolling the Face, she started thinking what she thinks most of her not so sheeples might be saying to her if they were brave enough really said what they were thinking, “Why doesn’t she get a J.O.B.?” (four letter word); she ran into herself backwards. She’ll try to explain.

The fifteen years ago that she left the surreal  world, it was because of a whole life’s build-up of not wanting to wear a peace symbol just because everyone else was that finally congealed when she read the book, “Do What You Love, The Money Will Follow” (discovering your right livelihood).

peace symbol

She now likes to wear a peace symbol just because she always wanted to be a Hippie and think she actually is one.

That said, so now because she was just busy thinking about all this stuff while someone else was building a company based on it…she may never be a bazillionaire.

COMPETITION!

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Who cares. All she really wants is to be happy and that is completely subjective and so she has been doing for the last fifteen years what this new company will probably go on to make bazillions on her idea, while she just goes ahead and bees happy anyway. (yeah…nothing new under the sun…)

This company has or is developing a new link up model that hopes (invites you to sign up pre-launch and has managed to code their context such that you cannot copy and paste without it going right in to html with a link to them) plans to be the thing that will define, defend, design, deploy the next line of Baby Boomers who are called Millennials.

You go Millennials. You go.

She’s just happy to know that someone thought enough to use her ideas.

Indeed, there has been almost a perfect storm in the convergence of Globalization and the off-shoring of labor, productivity gains from information technology, the Great Recession (and the evaporation of millions of entry-level jobs), and the rise of impersonal “robo-hiring” via computer modeling and software filtering (where test scores and checked boxes count more than life experience).

She gave up looking for a J.O.B. long ago (because of all of the above and because she wanted to do what she LOVES) and decided to create her own “right livelihood”.

Spare Shelf asks, “What’s your right livelihood”.

“Are you doing what you really LOVE!?”

If not, find a way.

FIND. A. WAY!

Happy New Economy

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turn over a new leaf
Fig. to begin again, fresh; to reform and begin again. (Fig. on turning to a fresh page. The leaf is a page—a fresh, clean page.)

It’s just a new day, but as the calendar turns a page today, it also changes the twelve month cycle that is a year.

We begin again. It is 1.

Resolutions are made to motivate behavior for improvements that weren’t realized in the year prior.

Some will be kept. Some not. The value though, is really in the intention.

The holiday season seems to make us see ourselves, our lives, our hopes and dreams more intensely. Because there is so much to do about spending, sharing and relationships during this particular time of the year; what we are lacking seems to be a glaring beacon, exposing us in ways we aren’t comfortable with. It makes us take stock and inventory ourselves. At best, it makes us want to do better, be more of what we wanted to be; and while doing that, getting rid of things that are holding us back.

So much of 2012 has been talk about jobs, the economy and who is responsible for what that all means.

Pulling one’s self up by one’s own bootstraps has been phrased many ways this past year, the meaning clear. It’s not clear though, how one without bootstraps or even boots is supposed to do this.

Sometimes one needs a shelf to stand on to even the playing field, to see the same things that others are seeing, to be able to do the same things that others are doing.

That shelf can come in the form of a hand up, a hand out or just enough excitement to make one get out there and get active. So much happens in the doing. Thinking is good. Necessary even. But doing is what makes it all happen. Doors are opened, people are met. Synergy happens.

Synergy the working together of two things to produce a result greater than the sum of their individual effects.

And there is no time like the present to start that doing. The present is really all there is.

So, now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country (many of you don’t know what that phrase is because you didn’t take typing in high school)…. now is the time to get active. Dream your dreams and make them happen.

Do what you love, the money will follow.

Instead of waiting for someone else with tons of money to create a job for you, (especially one where the benefits will be continually adjusted for more profit), instead of trying to do it all by yourself, and rather than waiting, start now to create the job you’ve always wanted. Start small. Grow organically. Synergy will help create a snowball momentum. Sitting there thinking about it won’t do much.

The thing about Spare Shelf is that it is a great way to get started. A small but monumental way. Starting is momentous.

This is all stuff the author says to herself daily. So, with a new year, a new leaf, take a shelf. Take a top shelf, a middle shelf, a bottom shelf. Just take the leap and start the deal.

It’s the new, New Deal!

Happy 2013 and may all your dreams come true.