What Do You Want?

What do You Want?

Besides health, wealth and happiness, of course. A connection with the divine? Indeed. A marvelous relationship? Of course.

This question, “What do you want?”  so I read, is what a potential employee ought to ask their interviewer.

That rather turns the table on them doesn’t it?

I suspect that the entrepreneurial spirit that is becoming prevalent in America is that people are tired of being treated like second-class citizens, tired of not being trusted, tired of  punching a time clock, tired of being watched because the company that is squeezing every penny they can out of their customers are also squeezing their employees.

And getting an interview? That is after filling out that on-line form, the one where they ask for the same information that is on the resume’. But, send the resume anyway, you know, that piece of paper that solicits rejection. The computer program goes through a number of pre-set checks—looking for buzz words before a resume ever gets to a human eye.

Any company worth their salt should know that an honest answer is slim when an interviewer asks such questions, as, “In your last job what did you do when you had a problem with a subordinate?”

“Well, I got pissed off as hell. I yelled at them and kicked them out of the office.”

You think your interviewee is going to say that?

If the interviewer has a sense of humor they might like that answer. I’m wondering, though, what happened to using one’s intuition to determine whether you like that person or not?

What happened to asking honest questions and getting honest answers?

Would you like to work with that person?

Does she seem like someone willing to learn?

And those psychological tests…The smart ones can probably outsmart the questionnaire. Hire that person.

So many companies assume that you are going to lie, cheat and steal from them, and so they put in rules trying to control that. 

Let’s face it, some “Old school,” has merit. A handshake meant a firm deal, a gentleman's agreement. One did not renege on that. No contract was needed.

I’m a dreamer. I believe people will be honest if you trust them to be that.  I believe people will rise to your expectations. I believe a person would rather work than be idle …

But, if, you are wrong about them, fire their ass.

P.S. Perhaps this does not apply to you. You’re not looking for a job, you have the perfect one. Okay, now comes, “What do you want?”

You know, wanting is the juice that drives us. #Abraham says “You’ll never get it done.”

I want to live where I want and write and make a living doing it. #Caz and Craig www.ytravelblog.com, do that, and Caz's motto is "If somebody can do it I can."

So, “What do you want?” Don’t be afraid. Put it out there. Let us support you in your dream…

And do you have any thoughts on this? How often should I post on this blog?

#Seth Godin posts once a day…can you believe it?

That’s too much for me. I aim for more like once a week—I know you have more to do than read my blogs. I’m happy that you do, though.

I'm signing off with Aloha, (I still love that word—It means, “Hello, goodbye and I love you. It also represents a way of life—to do good without expecting anything in return.)

Joyce

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Eggs, To Refrigerate or not to Refrigerate?

I should call this, "A Week in the Life of"...or "Photo Gallery." 

First, though, the chicken egg question. Whether we grow chickens or buy store eggs most of us have heard this question: "Should we refrigerate eggs?"

Well, should we?

I have found the answer. It's Yes and No.

When the eggs are washed. yes. Not washed? No.

A hen produces a cuticle—sometimes called a bloom—that covers her egg shell. The bloom protects the porous shell from losing moisture. The United States requires that eggs be washed, so they need to be refrigerated.  Europe  requires that eggs are not washed. The warm eggers say the eggs taste better, and that eggs ought to be warm for baking. (You know few people make buttery flaky croissants like the French. And they use raw milk as well.. Imagine.)

However, room-temperature eggs ought to be used within a week. Washed or unwashed, an egg will stay fresh in the refrigerator for three to five weeks.  One day out of the refrigerator equals about one week in. If the eggs are dirty, of course, wash them, if not let them be. (You can always rinse them before cooking.)

From My Hens...

Here’s a test to see if an egg is fresh. Put Two Tablespoons of salt into two cups of water. Place in the egg. If it sinks to the bottom and stays there it is fresh. If it floats from the bottom at an angle it is starting to age. If it floats throw it out.

Regarding bacterial invasion, studies say refrigerated or not, the results are the same. However—this is important:  Once refrigerated, do not leave an egg out of the refrigerator for more than two hours. It will sweat, allowing bacteria to penetrate the egg shell.

You know an egg shell is porous for it allows oxygen and carbon dioxide to pass through the shell for an incubating chick. If you have seen a chick hatching you might have noticed the network of capillaries on the inside of the shell--rather like a placenta for the chick.

The birthing process for a chick is long and arduous, taking hours, pecking, breathing, resting, finally breaking the shell, and wiggling out to dry and to rest. What a process. The complexity of it is mind-boggling. First, the chick breathes inside the shell, you know the air space inside the egg shell--that flat space of a boiled egg? That space holds air the chick breathes days before hatching, before he picks a hole in the shell, and can breathe outside air. Carbon dioxide build-up inside the shell jars the chick into action--I better get out of this shell quick.

Well, it’s been  a quiet week here on the farm*...except for the flowers laughing.
*[Farm: one city lot, two 5 x 5 foot raised vegetable beds, a lawn forward and back, two dogs, two cats, one daughter, one grandson, one husband,  one blog writer,  and three hens.

A farm? Not really. Besides my animals are pets, there’s a difference.]

From the Meadow 

We've been wondering what the white flowers blanketing fields are...

Meadow Foam 

The oils are used in beauty products.

Meadow Foam in vase

To the garden:

Strawberry leaf

I was so excited to see this I had to take a picture. Theis is a strawberry leaf, and normally in pictures we see water droplets from dew or rain. These droplets, the pearls around the periphery of the leaf, come from within the plant. It is called transportation. The plant is giving up water instead of taking it.

Chives

To the Forest...
"Mother's Day"

Forest floor. Wild Geraniums

Wild Iris

To the bonfire...

And finally a recipe for Mother's day: Two daughters, two grandsons, one son-in-law, one husband, one bonfire, one Christmas tree's final Harrah, some forest debris, marshmallows, and weiners.

El Yummo

Then today, Saturday

It's not so quiet, the rain on the car roof sounded like a Gatling gun. Sweet Pea and I were on our way to Puppy class but ended up postponing it because she has Kennel Cough. First Lafayette had it then Sweet Pea. Like kids, they pass around colds.  Thus, I am out at 10: 00 Saturday morning with my laptop, and found Starbucks to be hopping. People were standing in line, reading, using their computers. Eugenians do not let a little (or a lot) of rain keep them home. I should drive by Saturday Market to see how the Vendors are doing, swimming probably.

But hark, above the pinging of rain on the roof, I hear the melodious voices of flowers singing in the shower.