I need the magic!!!!

I hate my job. It is true to the very last word. I HATE MY JOB.
I sell furniture to a public that could care less about quality or where it is built or even how long something might last them. If it is made in China....so what. (90 percent of furniture is now imported from there to the U.S.)
I work with sharks, thieves, people with no ambition to better themselves and it is killing me each and everyday.
My mind I fear will rot should I continue to stay. I fight each and every day to keep what little sanity I have left intact.
I could recount hundreds of tales in this blog if not thousands and each one would only prove my point time and time again with little if no room for error.
I feel trapped for a number of reasons, paying the bills not withstanding.
Our american way of life of working hard and progressing up any ladder for the betterment of yourself or family is fast becoming the antique way of life. Or at least that is what the bulk of corporate america would like it to become and from my perspective they may well be succeeding.
Tonight I suffer from extreme frustration caused by customer and co-worker alike.
I work in a place where common courtesy is ignored. Rudeness rules the day and incompetence is rewarded and even bragged about. Why do people choose to live thier life this way?
Simple hello is tossed back in your face with the motion of talk to my hand.
Caring about image for the sake of future business is forsaken. Replaced with instant gratification of getting the money now and the hell with tomorrow's buisness. Integrity be damned. Who cares about integrity. "That is old school."
We are building business with a wing and not a prayer each and everyday and will wonder why our business is no more when the close the doors forever. When jobs no longer exist because we exported all of them what will be said then if anything from those I work with who remain silent when they are being violated each and every day and refuse to say anything louder than a whisper in their own defense. The door they knock on will not be answered. If in thier frustration they finally choose to kick it down they will only find no one to complain to unless they call a toll free number answered by someone in a far a way land that cant understand english nor any of its slang.
I know I am not alone in feeling this way. Not even in the furniture store I work in. But no voice besides mine speaks up. Apathy wins each and every time.
I have had enough. It is time to get serious about moving on. I choose not to live this way. And I choose not to remain silent about it. Pass the fairy dust from Tinkerbell. I need to fly again.

The Magic of Laughter

Today it was finally on the television, radio, newspaper and the internet. Women laugh more than men. In fact the study went on to say that women have a far better sense of humor than thier male counterparts.
And this is news?
At least it is not news to me nor is it news to nearly any woman that has met me over the years.
I have always been fortunate to make women laugh. At times even hysterically.
In high school every girl would giggle when I walked down the hallway. When asked for a date the giggle grew into chuckles.
In my adult years I could enter into any room and you would think I was the resident comedian with the laughter that ensued.
In both marriage one and marraige two I recall my honeymoon nights being filled with laughter from the women in my life the moment I walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel.
I would walk casually to side of the bed and gently drop the towel prior to crawling in. In both cases my wife looked at me, started pointing and began laughing uncontrollably.
Both wives laughed at me in the respective courtrooms as well.
Women laughing more than men. Imagine that.

Magic Mosaics are better in Michigan

A couple of my friends have a blog that recently touted the beautiful fall colors of their state Wisconsin.
NOTHING COULD BE FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH!
Michigan's colors are far more vivid with blazing leaves of red and gold.
I like my friends a great deal. We have known each other for nearly 20 years but this touting of thier view from a picture window in the chesse state is really cheesy without doing a just comparison of other states in the region.
Michigan's color tour still has a few weeks left at best and I for one will enjoy not just the colors surrounding our little corner of 67 acres but will enjoy each Sunday drive that is left.
My friends also recently sent an email speaking of a possible visit soon. I bet they wait and put it off so that a fair comparison will have to wait another year. That is what friends do...a little friendly competition of of sorts with trivial things. It is always more fun being friends that way!!!