Susan's Scribblings the Blog

A writer from the Philadelphia area shares the week online.
Susan's Scribblings the Blog
  • Who the Heck is Kayewer?
    • Do You Read Me? Over

      Posted at 3:19 pm by kayewer, on February 1, 2025

      Success is often measured by whether you were among the many to attain it. High school graduation is one example, as a steady line of older teenagers walk in procession to shake the hands of the school executives and obtain their diplomas.

      Occasionally, however, the measure of true success comes from what you did that was different from the masses. For a high school graduate named Aleysha Ortiz, her diploma meant something much more than surviving twelve years of a public school education system.

      Aleysha came into the Hartford, Connecticut schools after her family moved stateside from Puerto Rico when she was only six years old. She had no English skills at all. The education system apparently didn’t have or offer ESL (English as a Second Language) courses to young elementary school students. Words meant nothing to her because she couldn’t decipher them. The few she managed to reason out came from association, such as through subtitles on television or karaoke lyrics.

      She struggled with classes, not just due to the lack of attention, but her diagnosis of ADHD, problems involving her being able to handle writing tools such as pencils, speech issues and the language barrier. Realize that she was in school in 2012, with fewer resources than are available today, but with lesson plans individualized to each student, and which were generally ignored by the faculty.

      Once Aleysha was able to utilize text-to-speech, she dedicated herself to spending her evenings bringing her grades up. Google became her educator.

      She graduated high school unable to read or write English, and with little to no math skills. Legal processes are being started against the system for not only their neglect, but their ignorance of Aleysha’s needs. If they didn’t understand her spoken communication, they simply shrugged it off without taking the extra step to find a speech therapist for her. She would be punished instead of redirected when things became difficult for the teachers or principal. Staff even laughed at her.

      Through her efforts and perseverance, Aleysha became an honor student eligible for graduation with some conditions, including deferring her diploma for more focused remedial instruction. Deciding that was too little too late, Aleysha began taking part-time college classes last August and, while the legal investigation continues, she is determined to help others like her who are not given the boost they need to catch up within the public school system.

      Public schools do not want to individualize the students’ needs. They want to crank every student through the system just like a car is built on a production line. This is why cars are recalled after leaving the plant; when there is a defect, the car still gets delivered and the company decides to deal with problems later.

      A person unable to read or write standard English at age 19 is not a problem to deal with later. It’s an opportunity to take a detour with the usual assembly line education system and give the attention needed to the problem. Parents should also be on board with this philosophy. Your child is not like one hundred others, nor should they be treated like one. This also means that, when something is short of what is expected, time to fix it before moving on is vital.

      Many schools from other countries do not take summer breaks. This doesn’t mean the families don’t take vacations, but life and school are treated the same way; as a part of everyday growth. Children learn daily, and not by taking one straight road, but by detouring to where the language skills get tweaked or the math abilities get reinforced, and then resuming the main road to becoming a fully educated young adult.

      The system failed Aleysha. How are they failing, or have they already failed, your children?

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    • Another Saturday (Day and) Night

      Posted at 7:14 pm by kayewer, on January 25, 2025

      It seems that every time I want to make the most of a weekend, my plans are thwarted. This week I had a three-day weekend, so my plan was to start on Friday by running errands, then making my own fun on Saturday and Sunday.

      On Friday I went to a location for an errand which involved parking in one of those vast lots covered completely by solar panels. I wanted to get some additional exercise into my day, so I parked in one of the free lots requiring a considerable walk to my destination. When I pressed the buttons on my car’s remote, however, nothing happened. No locking, no unlocking, no trunk function. Considering the climate of the world today, I would not leave my vehicle unlocked and to chance, even in the middle of the morning. Fortunately, I was within twenty minutes of home, so I got back in the car, drove home and, before going inside for my backup remote, I attempted to use the first one again. It worked.

      My best guess is that the solar panels were interfering with the ability of my remote to communicate with the car. Nobody else has ever mentioned this anomaly, but then I don’t get to talk to many people who park under solar panels when I work from home, so there has never been a need for the subject to come up. It may be a thing. It may be my particular car or remote. I’m certain the people using the lot think nothing of this problem. Anyway, I returned to perform the task, and this time I parked in one of the spots in the open. No remote issues.

      On the way home, I stopped by a new business I had been meaning to visit and managed to overspend on a few luxuries. I got home in time to avoid the school and rush hour traffic.

      On Saturday I slept in and, upon checking the morning email, found that a package I was expecting would arrive during a time I would normally be at another appointment, so I texted apologies and rescheduled the regular stop so I could wait for the delivery.

      In the good old days, there was no such thing as porch pirating. You could order anything and expect it to be on your doorstep, even if you got home late. Today we depend on delivery photos and home cameras pointed toward the street to give some sense of security, or even accessible lockers at remote locations. Even then, sometimes things still don’t get delivered as they should.

      I have a second package at this moment which has been stuck in transit at the USPS for eight consecutive days. I have had past deliveries get lost or come to me from two blocks away. I don’t know if the delivery personnel can’t read or don’t pay attention, but if it were my job to deliver things, I would check at least twice; when putting the items in the truck, and when I drop the delivery off at each location. My merchant said to give it a few extra days before they do a re-order.

      The original package I waited for came about ninety minutes after my original appointment would have ended. I didn’t leave the house at all. So much for a Saturday. Delivery time windows are worse than cable television appointments: sometime between 2:00 PM and 6:00 PM. Don’t have a life or try to have one. Or don’t order anything for delivery and find it instead at a store near you (if you have one).

      So much for a three-day weekend and the conveniences of present-day processes.

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    • No Chef

      Posted at 4:07 pm by kayewer, on January 18, 2025

      I took a moment to look at the many pieces of paper posted on my kitchen cabinet doors. Some of the papers are mementos, or the magnets holding them there are; one says, “My friends live in Oklahoma, and they sent me this magnet.” Many of the papers being pinned to the metal surface are recipes.

      The collection started back in 2020, when I took the time that summer to attempt baking my own bread. The loaf didn’t look like anything artisanal, let alone artsy, but it was edible. Over the past five years, the number of papers has grown to include oatmeal raisin cookies, which is a favorite of a friend of mine. I also have some guidelines for banana bread, snickerdoodles, simple cakes and frostings.

      One day while going through a box of little paper slips my mother used to keep with the zeal of a typical Depression-born parent, I found a treasure in a shrimp and rice dish long thought to have been lost, and which I have since remade.

      When I follow a recipe, I make sure, first and most importantly, that it’s something I would like to prepare and eat. Next, if I have planned to prepare it, I want to have the ingredients as specified. I will hunt them down when I need to, but nearly all the recipes I keep and intend to make include what I can easily find at the Acme (or Ack-a-me, if you’re local) up the block, or one of at least three grocers within a short drive.

      However, not everybody follows such a sensible protocol.

      Occasionally I’ll see an article about people who should, perhaps, not seek out recipes online. These hilarious gems could be interpreted as evidence of our sociological decline or brain dysfunction, but one thing is certain: these social media posters have a lot to be grumpy about for no reason.

      Take, for example, the person who posted that a recipe she made for peanut butter cookies put her husband in the emergency room because he has a nut allergy. She must have read the ingredients, prepared them, then fed them to her spouse, all the while knowing he can’t eat nuts.

      Another face-palming post came from a person who, upon reading the recipe, decided to stand on a soapbox and pontificate about the presence of a few items containing sugar in the list of ingredients. She was shocked to find that people do, on occasion, prepare such things. Not her, oh no. And woe to the person who prepares this poison, as it’s sure to give one diabetes or a heart attack, and so the recipe should not appear in anything she might encounter while scrolling for recipes. Try Googling “sugar free recipes,” my friend.

      Next we have the person regretting that they missed the opportunity to fiddle with chemistry in school, who looks at a list of ingredients and decides to substitute other foods, such as limes for lemons, or sour cream for heavy cream. Sometimes the swaps aren’t really from the same family; a batch of cookies turning into a sheet of one big cookie can happen when the original poster (OP) used rice flour and egg replacer for the dough. Or substituting carrots for peaches (the final product “needed more sweetness,” the OP added). And I can top that: a carrot cake in which the–ahem–chef, substituted kale because carrots are “too sweet.” The complaint often comes with the phrase, “I followed the recipe exactly except,” which means one did not follow it exactly.

      How about the person who looked at “2/3 cup of sugar” and interpreted it as three entire cups of sugar. They should get together with the soapbox Karen and ban all sugar from the globe. Along with measuring devices.

      Or the meat-loving person who complained that a recipe didn’t contain any meat: the name of the dish and accompanying notes specified it was vegan.

      When looking at festive dishes from around the world, some people forget that a food for which a place is associated may not be in every dish. For example, a complaint about Mexican sour cream, or crema, because the preparer thought corn was involved in the recipe, even though it wasn’t mentioned anywhere in the instructions.

      A recipe is a plan of action, like any other. You can choose to do it or not, but when you commit, follow what the directions call for. Don’t skip. Don’t substitute. Don’t throw the recipe away or complain to the foodie website if you have not done so.

      I’m not sure if it’s the inability to read or follow instructions that throws these posters off-track, or if people really think they can take detours with carefully laid-out, tested and proven instructions and still achieve success. What I do know is that I have had success with every recipe I have followed, and nobody has had to go to the ER.

      My latest recipe was for limoncello, which involved three weeks of waiting for my prepared recipe to be completed. I didn’t wait one day shorter or substitute anything. In fact, the struggle to obtain the most important ingredient–the lemon zest–was the most challenging. I needed to get the yellow part off three pounds of lemons without including any pith, which would make the finished product taste a bit off. I made six festive jars for the holidays and handed them out to folks. So far nobody has given me a reason to give a one-star review.

      Will I do some of the other recipes on my cabinet? Perhaps. Will I do them properly? You can count on it.

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    • The Bleakness

      Posted at 8:07 pm by kayewer, on January 11, 2025

      January didn’t fail to live up to its natural reputation. This week our area received some snow and cold temperatures. Students got an extra day off, and the normally scheduled routines adults expected to do were disrupted. Not to mention the rotavirus (“stomach flu”) spreading around the area. It wasn’t worth it to get up in the morning.

      Except one must get up and go to work when they have a job, even if it involves a small space in your home dedicated to the workplace you used to go elsewhere to do what brings in your paycheck. Or I should say, because your workspace is in your home and cannot be denied.

      I saw my neighbor for a few seconds as she stepped out, and she informed me that she had been instructed to come in to work for a few days. I had to restrain myself from clasping her knees and begging to go in her place. I am not sure what she does, but I’d learn on the fly (or get her fired).

      When most of the people on the block are back in the workplace, the experience for me as a homedwelling employee is akin to being caretaker at a graveyard.

      Only the graves have house numbers and holiday decorations still up. I can stand in the middle of the street, and not a soul is in sight for blocks.

      We also received an exclusive federal holiday honoring Jimmy Carter, our former humanitarian president who passed away recently, and whose funeral was held in the National Cathedral on Thursday. Federal offices were closed, and no mail delivery.

      Our trash collection was moved to Thursday for the third consecutive week due to the snow.

      It was as if we had moved from December to a new month called Chaosuary.

      However, I was determined not to succumb to the vast white outdoors, the demands of working in a cold home in which every draft felt like a finger down the spine, leftovers for four consecutive days and, for reasons I can’t explain, needing to deal with a puddle in my cellar.

      When I finally got the opportunity to go outside for an extended time without risking frostbite, I walked to the store and bought a few supplies, took advantage of the warmer temps to grab an extra shower, ran a load of laundry and did some housekeeping. And I popped a vitamin D. At least I’m a happy groundskeeper at the graveyard.

      Overnight we got another dusting of snow, but at least it was sweepable. I went out with my favorite broom and swept the pavement on the homes on both sides of me, my driveway and apron and my neighbor’s, since they were out. I’m not sure where they went on a snowy morning, but I do know by the footprints in the snow that somebody walked their dog in the early hours (and they don’t own a dog right now). The weather warmed up enough to melt and dry the rest, though on our side of the block, we still have snow on our lawns; the other side is pristine (dried out) green.

      Fortunately I was able to do some tasks today, such as finishing my grocery shopping, without the car digout I was subjected to on Monday. My car was coated, so I needed to dig out twice. Today’s was better, since I could use my broom.

      It beats digging graves.

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    • Brother, Can You Fix a Dime?

      Posted at 3:14 pm by kayewer, on January 4, 2025

      In my last post, I mentioned my paper shredder and a dime. I now have an update.

      The device was an Amazon purchase from their everyday product line and is over five years old. The machine worked well for what I needed to do with it, which was mostly destroying personal information on junk mail, or doing away with old copies of monthly bills from a decade ago. The endless piles of old mail are something most children of early Boomers can relate to; our parents or grandparents never threw anything out, so if you were to ask them how much monthly electricity cost in 1969, they could pull the actual bill out and show as well as tell you.

      Well, nobody has asked me how much the gas or electric bill cost in 2021, let alone 1969, so I’ve been slowly working through the ancient paperwork a few sheets at a time. If you’re familiar with operating shredders, you know that they tend to overheat after a certain period of use, so they need to take a break and cool down. This means going off to do something else until that little “I’m overheated” light goes off and the shredder is ready to go another round.

      When construction workers need to take a break to cool down, they just look all hot and sweaty, with no indicator button, and you can hang around to watch them. But I digress.

      Did it just get warm in here, or is that just me?

      The machine started to show signs of slowing down despite my efforts to keep the gears lubricated and the number of sheets per use below the recommended guidelines. At one point, I accidentally threw too much at the poor thing, and it seized up. I unplugged it and cleaned it out, but it never was the same. I was down to one sheet at a time, and then it took about twenty seconds to complete the job. I needed a new shredder.

      I went out and got one from Staples’ everyday product line, and I went full out for this version. This baby could obliterate government secrets in a flash, and in half the time of the old Methuselah.

      Strangely, the old codger machine kept on chugging, so I kept using it. Until I recently made a big mistake and killed the shredder.

      The March of Dimes tends to send an actual legal tender ten cent piece glued to the reply slip, hoping you will send a donation. These are brand new dimes, obviously never circulated. I never understood why they didn’t simply stop sending the dimes and using those expenses for the research they want us to donate for, but apparently the psychology of guilt-based philanthropy is of more importance. Not only will you send dollars more than the dime, but you will pay the post office an extra $73 to forward the donation to them.

      Except I was in the middle of holiday preparations and forgot to remove the dime and its dollop of adhesive before trying to run it through the shredder. I was promptly punished for my failure to give to those less fortunate by hearing the choked distress call of the shredder as the dime became jammed in the works.

      I figured it was over for old Betsy. Until I stopped and took stock of the situation. There was a little round seal over a hole in the shredder’s main component which read something like “warranty void if broken.” The seal had broken itself a couple of years into its life. I figured nobody has ever come after me for removing the tag from my mattress, so the rebel in me prompted a retrieval mission.

      Yes, I took a screwdriver to the main machine, removed the screws and separated the cover, resulting in a shower of paper bits and–voila!–the missing dime. Its edge was dissected so that a flange stuck up while the rest bent backward. Yours truly then went to my late father’s work corner, grabbed that little dime in a pair of pliers and hammered it back into shape with a good old ball peen from the toolbox. That dime isn’t pristine anymore, and it probably would not work in any vending machine, but it should spend just fine. Oh and yes, I looked it up, and the mint no longer accepts broken money for replacement, so my DIY job should suffice.

      Look at me go, all like a farrier and stuff. Except I didn’t work up a sweat, and nobody would watch me while I cooled down.

      So I put the shredder back together, and it seems to run much better now that I’ve cleared more of the detritus from its gears. Seems I will now have two shredders, which should last me long enough to rid myself of the last of the paper trail.

      Those everyday product lines don’t cost a dime a dozen, after all.

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    • Farewell 2024

      Posted at 3:25 pm by kayewer, on December 28, 2024

      Another year has gone by. For me, life goes back to what I call normal after that first day in January. Once the forty or so days of holiday madness come to an end (I measure by when Black Friday comes), the world enters a new kind of madness revolving around the weather. Day to day we worry about how cold it will be, will there be rain or snow, or even a polar vortex.

      A few years ago, we had three of those. At my job, we (or rather, I and the administrative team) fed our workers for over two weeks while the powers of nature dogged our every waking hour. Now that we don’t go to the workplace anymore, I don’t need to worry about a shopping run, how many plates and forks we need (or how many excess knives we must deal with), or if the corporate credit card will accept another big bill and whether the old ones were already accounted for. When I shop, I shop for me.

      January is when the bills from late November and December start to roll in, and the tax documents also remind us of where our money came from and went for a whole year. I took the time to amass a collection of receipts from food shopping this year: since we were blessed with the first regional Sprouts market in 2024, I began getting my daily produce and dairy there, and the many slips from that location show just how healthy I managed to eat. I didn’t save any stubs from eating out, which I kept to once weekly on average. Unfortunately I can’t say the healthy eating affected my weight.

      In 2024 I managed to cut back on frivolous spending. I turned down nearly everything, and only indulged in one thing I still enjoy collecting. Instead of stuff, I channeled my spending to experiences, going to an occasional social event or a new production, and those served much better than finding storage space.

      As for the home, I only did one improvement, taking the entrance to the side room back to where it began; with glass-paned doors. Originally my parents took down and discarded a pair of similar doors, opting instead for shuttered levered versions. The hardware gave out after decades of use, and the cooler temperatures in the room caused the air to escape through the slats and cool the bigger spaces down. Despite being part of the home and its heating system, the room is down about ten degrees. After getting new windows throughout the year before, I also opted for the old/new doors (which required custom fitting), and part of the problem was solved by doing so. Now I need to get to the bottom of the cold air, which may be due to no insulation in the roof. Eventually that space will become my office.

      I gave up my original fashion choices when I left the building to work at home in 2020. Now I feel fashionable but comfortable, and still have a handful of brands whose clothing I trust to last and fit. My discovery of Duluth Trading is making winter easier to endure. Their outerwear is great. The other clothes are going into donations or rags. My clothing budget went down to practically nothing.

      The other day, I ended the year by killing my shredder. It was an old one which was relegated to one sheet of thin paper only, one at a time, because it had reached the final moments of its lifespan. The new one was on standby for when the oldie cut its last. In my haste to get junk mail out of the way, I neglected to pay attention to my latest request from the March of Dimes. They glue a dime to your donation slip, hoping you will return its equivalent with your (much higher) donation, and I popped the entire thing into the old codger shredder, forgetting to remove the dime, which then got lost in the works and is probably mangled beyond the ability to recover its value. I’ll let you know if I can retrieve it before the deceased goes out to trash collection.

      My resolutions will go into effect this coming week, and I’m not sure I will meet all of them, but I do know that such a tumultuous prediction of how 2025 may go will spur me to take better care of myself and do all I can to make things better, healthier, happier and balanced. My weekly posts should reflect some of this, and I hope you will join me.

      Here’s to balance in 2025.

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    • Scrooging Around

      Posted at 6:28 pm by kayewer, on December 21, 2024

      To all my old and new friends, I hope you have a wonderful holiday. This post is not for you*.

      To everybody else, I want to give you a shoutout, because I’m sure you get tired of always being called the “bad guys” in life. If you mean to do what it is you are doing, you should get recognition for it, right?

      Let’s start with the youngest of the crowd: the children and teenagers. You elementary, junior and high school folks have really set your feet on the path to greatness. You’ve managed to increase the number of successful self-inflicted exit strategies–especially among girls between ages 8 and 12–by 8% in 2024. Through a combination of verbal and physical abuse, not to mention the social media comments you managed to sneak (with fake accounts) into the feeds of people you have judged unworthy of life on this planet, you took out some people this year. Although, by your own admission, they were not equal to you, so why compete against folks lesser than you, or does that make sliding through school easier (along with the other cheating methods you successfully employ every day)?

      Now let’s go on to the men in the crowd. Did you make sure to tell the woman in your life how awful they are today? If you haven’t, you may be a few dozen repetitions behind. Maybe it’s because you haven’t gotten your daily smoke or drink to shore you up for the task at hand. Heaven knows you can’t function without some ingested courage and some choice words to keep your girly and the little brats in line. Be sure to make your actions take over for your lack of words (your short education being the fault of a school system that never liked you, either). Be sure to look long at the people in your home while they huddle in a corner or cower behind a chair, because this is what your goal has always been, and you should drink it in with as much enthusiasm as your next beer. Bravo, dudes.

      As to those women out there, I don’t know what happened between the good old days of congenial interactions with others and today, but nowadays if you’re not well-versed in behaving like an entitled person, what are you waiting for? Be sure to let customer service people know what a lousy job they are doing. Practice your impatient huffing and well-worded insults you will need for nail technicians and your kids’ teachers. Rules don’t apply to you, after all. They do apply to the hired underlings you need to deal with daily.

      Everybody also needs to remember that this whole experience of living is meant to be done in contempt of everything about it. How dare life be inconsiderate of your every immediate need every day. When you take Fido for a walk, leave his business on somebody else’s lawn; yours needs to look as if you don’t own a dog that actually poops, after all. Go to public places with obscenities printed on your clothing; little kids learning to read need to get a lesson in how real people speak, after all. Make sure you park crooked, or cut in line at checkout, because rules are for everybody else, and you have graduated beyond such little things that are for average folks.

      Business executives should be proud of all the extra money they made this year. Your bread still costs the same as your lowest paid employees’ loaf. Pay no attention to them or your customers, because they don’t matter.

      Customers should be proud of how they managed to get away with so much shoplifting and perpetrating scams that gave you stuff you needed this year. Pay no attention to the employees of the businesses you ripped off, because they don’t matter. Oh and yes, that stuff you got which was the hot trend is now in a landfill or at the bottom of the ocean after you threw it out. Not your problem.

      Employees should be proud of how little work they did this past year. Pay no attention to the supporting businesses in your company. They made sure you got the medications you needed for the affliction you got for yourself (due to some messed-up stuff in your life you couldn’t get through without some kind of ingested courage or new habit you picked up). Forget about your managers and supervisors, too. Whatever you got from working this year, it still wasn’t enough.

      While you’re fist-pumping in exaltation over your achieved goals this year, be sure to pay no attention to people who deserve and cannot find the most basic things in life, such as love and kindness, or a simple meal once a day. Senior living facilities and shelters will be full of unwanted people this holiday. It’s their problem because they’re still alive when nobody cares about them. Turn away from what you feel is ugly and inconvenient. Put others in their place with your words or your actions. This is what makes the world the way you want to live in it.

      Bravo to you.

      *(If you are among my old or new friends, and you read all of this despite my warning and are appalled, so am I. Life shouldn’t need to call out these things, but it won’t be a happy time for many, and if one person sees this and has an epiphany, it will be worth it. Making the world better happens one person at a time, and in seeing what is bad in us, we can do better at being good.)

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    • Now Lowering

      Posted at 3:51 pm by kayewer, on December 14, 2024

      Corporate America is a tangled mess, and we are all aware of that. The origins of the bizarre methodology by which we make some folks rich and others less so also have a complex story to tell. Big companies are often associated with overpaid CEOs, and in our imaginations we see those people in expensive suits, driving expensive cars and parking them in expensive mansions on expensive real estate. The rest of us, however, get clothing from the discount bin, drive pre-owned clunkers, park them on the street (where they are often stolen altogether or at least deprived of their hubcaps) and plug air leaks in our homes with chewing gum.

      Because the majority of us look upon the corporate ladder as a roadblock to attainable financial security, we tend to hold grudges against the people who are at the top already. We feel they don’t deserve to be there, and in some cases that may be true. After all, a loaf of bread still costs the same whether you have funds left over for butter or go home without and prepare plain toast.

      The recent loss of a healthcare company head, therefore, was not met with much sympathy; in fact reports say that social media is not showing any sense of human grief, and the arrested suspect is looked upon as a pioneering vigilante. The unspoken hope is that the healthcare industry will learn from the incident and start caring more about the people whom they offer or deny medical treatment, to avoid further homicides.

      Brian Thompson, the victim, is survived by a wife and two sons. His total 2023 compensation (note, this is not outright pay, but incentives to be realized over time, including retirement) was around ten million dollars, which is small considering he was responsible for a $562 billion company. He had been with the company for two decades and was pushing for “value-based” healthcare, which stresses doctors helping healthy people stay that way instead of needing to reverse the damage from poor health. A sensible approach to improving the quality of human life, if you ask me.

      Big corporate salaries and incentives are negotiated with the same finesse as the school cafeteria lunchroom sandwich swap; I’ll see your PB&J and raise you a bag of Doritos and, okay, a share of my not off-brand soda. Companies pay big benefits for expertise and guaranteed financial gains, which the CEO must then struggle to obtain and retain. In the case of healthcare, every claim expense eats into that stability, and in some cases the funds may be wasted if the claimant doesn’t improve their health or keep to healthy habits. Picture the lung cancer patient still demanding the right to smoke for an example.

      Some smart big money-earners don’t cling to their wealth and donate to charity or give large bonuses to the employees. Sure, they still have money left over for the good butter on their bread, but the folks who are keeping the CEO up to the standards set for them by the hiring board are sharing in the advantages, and they can also afford splurging occasionally. Not all companies are like that, but it doesn’t help to look upon some services like healthcare as the enemy, nor to not feel something for a CEO taken out unexpectedly by an assassin.

      Changes can be made, but they also start with our attitudes toward big companies and our part in what they do. We each bring something to the total picture, even to our own healthcare. Who are we to say removing an executive in this way is the solution, when there are alternatives even the victim had in mind?

      We should all be ashamed of ourselves for not caring, for him or ourselves, and expecting others to do the hard work for us. What are you bringing to your workplace, and what is it truly worth?

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    • Jingle Kisses All the Way

      Posted at 4:50 pm by kayewer, on December 7, 2024

      Christmas is the only holiday with its own set of nostalgic rules which every American must follow. For example, department stores will receive boos if they put up one string of tinsel before November, the Macy’s parade must be held on Thanksgiving Day despite rain or alien invasion, and it isn’t the holiday season until certain legacy commercials appear on television.

      During Thanksgiving weekend, I saw a perennial favorite appear; the Hershey’s Kisses ad featuring a choir of the red and green confections as finely tuned bells playing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.” The third red Kiss in the second row of the ten Kisses (with a silver Kiss choral director) wears itself out with the final extended note, swiping its tag like a hand across its pointy “brow” with a “whew” at the end. It’s cute, and a classic.

      In 2020, somebody in the marketing department at Hershey decided to bring out a second version of the commercial. As the Kisses begin the tune, a child’s hand appears and snatches a Kiss away. And not just any Kiss, either. The darling snatches up the third red Kiss just seconds into the performance! And we then see the owner of the hand–a little girl and who we assume is her father–putting Kisses into the tops of thumb print cookies.

      Like Lil’ Abner’s friends the Schmoos, whose goal in life is to be eaten, we understand that Kisses are eaten as is or baked into other treats, but the bells are also replaced in the new version by a light jazzy version of the song. Some find the overall effect jarring.

      Within hours, somebody posted the original ad on social media, and the protests exploded. It seems a lot of people do not like Hershey toying with the good old ad. There have even been video parodies online of the terrified Kisses as they are picked off by the kid one by one as they scream in terror, and armchair commentary from somebody hoping they get to see the original ad on TV but must endure the new one, to their vocal discontent.

      Not many things divide the online community to such extremes as when somebody is messing with something familiar. Movie remakes undergo the same criticism, along with renaming sports teams and trying to introduce new soda concoctions.

      We are used to commercials which tout all sorts of crazy gadgets with the tag, “makes a great Christmas gift,” or “order now for holiday delivery.” Watching those Kiss bells toll out a simple tune is an ASMR tradition which, as per popular vote, can’t be toyed with (to coin a phrase), and it doesn’t say to buy the bright packages at all. But we do, in massive amounts.

      I haven’t seen the newer version on television this year, but I also am reminded of other long-gone ads such as the Norelco shaver which featured a Santa gliding through snowy hills atop an electric razor, and the company dropped the R to make the name NOELCO instead. They didn’t change a thing. That’s smart. We won’t see those ads anymore, because No(r)elco was bought out by the Phillips company (the folks who sell electric toothbrushes). Unless the marketing department wants to put their new logo at the end of the old commercial, which has been done successfully in the past by others, that ad is lost to history or old video clips.

      However, the electric razors of today are not ergonomic mouse-like devices anymore, so children today would not know what they were looking at. They might ask, “Daddy, why is Santa riding a mouse with circley things on them?”

      A third classic commercial does change every year, and nobody minds: the Hess toy truck ad is filmed sometime in summer, and features kids in winter gear hoisting a new version of an old classic toy to the tune of “My Boyfriend’s Back.” This is the 60th anniversary of the toy. Hess gas stations were bought out and renamed Marathon, but the trucks (or variant transports) are still sold. Batteries included.

      Whew!

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    • Perfectly Terrible Ordeal

      Posted at 9:00 pm by kayewer, on November 30, 2024

      Did you know that Americans admitted to not using about half of their paid time off? In 2018 alone, figures indicate that workers surrendered 768 million days of PTO* (that’s collective among all workers, naturally). and in 2022, 9.5 days on average per worker were left unclaimed.

      When I see commercials on television, the people in them are on vacation, kayaking down rivers and driving reliably tricked-out SUVs up rocky terrain, not rushing to company buildings or working from home. So which is it?

      Sure we’re mostly working from home now, so that should reduce some of the stress from our lives. Perhaps. But we Americans have some sort of masochistic work ethic which forbids us enjoying the adventures of life in favor of the drudgery of reports, remembering to unmute at meetings, being gracious in the face of customer abuse and the uncertainty of fluctuating corporate status.

      Other countries offer generous holidays and time off incentives, and the workers take them. They can spend several days on holiday at the beach or in the country. They don’t even need to travel far from where they are in most cases. Our country is humongous, so we fly or take trains to many major vacation destinations. The last big vacation I took involved more flying than vacationing crossing time zones. I arrived exhausted and spent my returning day mostly in the air and awaiting connections. Returning to work seemed a treat after that.

      What did I just say?

      Full-time workers have five days on and two days off, and on a holiday they are so overwhelmed with everything related to the event itself that there is no time to relax or enjoy the time given that isn’t PTO. It’s a mysterious phenomenon, possibly related to Stockholm Syndrome (in which victims become more attached to those holding them captive) or some dependency disorder to which we have no answers.

      The Monday (or Tuesday) after a holiday is usually torture for workers because of all the catching up required. So holidays become synonymous with the upcoming negativity, making the desire to willlingly subject oneself to it less palatable, and possibly carrying over that same guilt to PTO.

      Of course, we’re not better off working without time off, but the best thing we can do is make the best of the time we are given and take it for all it’s worth. That means, take the PTO. Stay at home, wear the same outfit for three days in a row and let the den degrade into a troll cave. We owe it to ourselves to enjoy freedom when it’s offered to us.

      And no trips to Stockholm.

      *(Source: Zippia.com)

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