Hello, This is The Operator, May I Help You?

I saw this photo on my streaming Facebook page. It brought back good memories of my own working days. My father got me my first job. He knew the owners of a fantastic Chinese restaurant and he told them I needed a job. I was immediately hired. Remember those days when knowing someone could land you a job?

My  next job was a telephone operator. I had to take six weeks of classes before I could actually be let loose on the switch board. In the classes, from what I remember, I had plenty of paper work on learning how to connect with customers without actually seeing them in person.

I liked my job. Back then, I was young and was able to pull off the split shifts I worked so much. I was then transferred to third shift and didn’t like it as well; because it could be quite boring.

When I did get calls coming through, it was usually from hotels guests, visitors in town or drunks. I have to admit those were quite funny to listen to. One of the perks I gained from this job, was free local service from the phone company and as many lines and phones I wanted. To an eighteen year old girl, I thought this was the cat’s meow. I had a phone in each room, including the bathroom. Remember when we used to rent our phones through the company? Remember those party lines?

 

 

 

Myron’s Crock Pot Meatloaf Recipe

Myron’s excellent meatloaf recipe is seasoned with ketchup and chopped vegetables, and it’s cooked in the slow cooker. This is a basic crockpot meatloaf made with ground beef and seasonings.

Source: Myron’s Crock Pot Meatloaf Recipe

What a Weekend!

This weekend was not what I would call a good one. Not feeling my best, didn’t help, which caused boredom and aggravation. I got angry at myself for how I felt poorly. I was mad at the Parkinson’s for keeping me from doing things I normally used to do.

I slept a lot more and on top of everything else, I fell again. I had used the bathroom and when I stood up, I got lightheaded and fell on the floor. I was glad my roommate happened to be home and helped me through this. I didn’t break any bones. I do feel the after effects by some bruising in the bones.

I did happen to run to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things and as I was exiting, I noticed a free magazine and decided to pick one up and read when I got home. It was strange words that I read. Usually if I am reading a magazine it is Woman’s World.

This one was filled with ads for livestock, tractors, farm animal auctions, and it did have an interesting section on places to go for natural  vitamins and healing. There was one recipe page in it.

You see, I live in Amish country. I live in a country town filled with minimal stores and plenty of horse and buggies. Several times I have asked myself, I wonder how much one of those buggies cost? Picking up that magazine answered that question for me.

It had two pages of buggies for sale. I was shocked at the price of a new one. After all, as far as I can see, there is no electric on them. There definitely is no engine. I did learn that the material used can make the price go up and there must be different styles of seating inside.

It is soothing to my ears on a quiet Sunday, when the windows are allowed to be open, that I hear the clip clop of horse hooves going down the road. It kind of lulls the soul into a tranquil peace.

Well, back to what I was saying, a brand new buggy could be purchased for five thousand dollars. I was as I said earlier surprised at this total. I noticed used, basic ones could be bought for around twelve hundred. I always wanted to take a ride in one. Now I want to even more, so I can feel the material and check out those styles.