Plumbing Should Not Be Problem

I’ve been one all my life.

Work has never been hard to find. Jobs have never been hard to find. It was the career that took a bit of time.

My brain is not wired to the norm so I had some problems with the SAT but the creative side eventually pointed the way to what I would do for 30 years.

Advertising copywriter, creative director, director of marketing.

The only time salary has been a problem was the time BEFORE I went to work in an ad agency.

Why? Compensation in my line of work is based on “How did that last project go? Did it work? Was it outta-sight, knock down fabulous?”

Plumbing has never been an issue.

Until now.

I am a woman. My plumbing is on the inside.

Equal pay for women. Healthcare. Consumer rights.

Republicans are threatening to remove the right to my life, my liberty, or my pursuit of happiness. My right to design a family to love, to cherish and to ensure a future without war.

I urge others to vote for the Democratic side of your ballot.

Ladies! Vote with your head, Your heart. And your plumbing.

I am

I am . . .

. . . not what you think.

. . . beyond expectations.

. . . not for sale.

. . . thinking.

Lately I’ve had to fill out some forms, forms that want me to describe the ‘me’ in less than 120 characters.

Focus statement. USP. Goal. Objective. Proof statement. Theme.

The answer on what time of day, what day, and how warm/cold/settled/unsettled I am.

It’s my belief that if my answers are all the same, there is only one thing I could be:

Dead.

Obviously I need another Americano!

At the Marina waiting for Escape to start

My Debutante Days

My former life had sparkle, humor and more. It’s the ”more’ than caused the problems.