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following Mastery's lead -A Body of Work
A chapter in the book 2017 Poems
what a long, strange trip it's been
by Gypsy Blue Rose
Sacramento, California, USA
I read Mastery, Ulla, and Prettybluebird's curriculum posts and I thought I would give it a go.
I'm an eclectic kind of gypsy and my work history reflects it.
1971 to 72 -- My first job was -a clerk at a bakery store. I was 13 years old. I earned 200 pesetas a month and I didn't see any of it. All I remember about my first job was that the baker worked in the basement and there was a trap door on the floor behind the counter. Every time he brought up pastries to the store, he peeked up my skirt. I hated that job and my boss.
The first day at work, the owner made me eat one of everything for two reasons, one, to tell people what the pastries tasted like and the other to make me sick at the thought of eating them at work.
1973-75 -- My father found out about the pervert-voyeur and he made me quit. Shortly after, he found another job for me working at a hospital's restaurant as a cashier.
At 15-years old, I thought that was a great job. The manager at that place also harassed me. My bosses were a bunch of freaks.
*1975 -- My stepmother kicked me out of her house when I was 15-years-old so I moved to the USA to live with my maternal aunt. My mother died when I was 10-years-old.
1980 to 83-- I worked various menial jobs while attending community college.
1983-87 Loan Representative for American Savings and Loans. I processed home loans at a bank. I was laid off because the bank relocated.
1987- 89 -- I worked as a -victims of rape and molest's advocate. I responded to a 24-hour-crisis-line.
When the victims were taken to the hospital for a rape exam. I accompanied them through the medical exam and police questioning process, around 8 hours long. My job didn't end there. I provided peer-counseling and accompanied the victims to court. I loved the job but after a while, it became more than I could handle. It was hard not to take it home.
San Joaquin County Women's Center
1993-96 -- I managed an outreach program for homeless people and drug addicts. The dining hall is called St. Mary's Interfaith Dining Room. It was an amazing place that offered many services to the poor.
We had the only school for homeless children in the country. We offered meals, dental and medical care, showers, job search skills classes, art classes (my idea), clothes closet, furniture and household items, etc... I loved that job but after getting my degree I sought a job in education.
St. Mary's Interfaith Dining Room website
*1997 to 1999 -- went to school at San Joaquin Delta College to earn an Associate in Arts Degree in Business with a minor in Vocational Accounting.
2000 to 2002 -- I found a job teaching office skills to destitute and disabled people for Goodwill Industries in Stockton, California.
Goodwill Ind. website
2002 to 2007 -- I relocated to Sacramento and found another job teaching business classes to destitute adults for CET. After four years, I was promoted to executive director.
The Center for Employment Training (CET) is a well-known nonprofit vocational training school. I was laid off due to health issues.
The Center for Employment Training website
**2005 - I attended the University of Phoenix and received a bachelor's degree in business management from the University of Phoenix.
2008 to 2010 -- After I recovered, I found another teaching job at a private school called San Joaquin Valley College. I love teaching. I think it's the best job in the world.
San Joaquin Valley College website
** In 2010 I retired early due to health issues -- After I recovered, I started my own business selling folk art paintings and teaching haiku.
Today I am an instructor at FanStory. I teach Japanese poetry - Haiku and Tanka so far- in the future I plan to teach the art of Haiga.
I love teaching and I love haiku, what could be better? It's the perfect job for me.
Thank you for reading,
MariVal aka Gypsy
Sacramento, California, USA
I read Mastery, Ulla, and Prettybluebird's curriculum posts and I thought I would give it a go.
I'm an eclectic kind of gypsy and my work history reflects it.
1971 to 72 -- My first job was -a clerk at a bakery store. I was 13 years old. I earned 200 pesetas a month and I didn't see any of it. All I remember about my first job was that the baker worked in the basement and there was a trap door on the floor behind the counter. Every time he brought up pastries to the store, he peeked up my skirt. I hated that job and my boss.
The first day at work, the owner made me eat one of everything for two reasons, one, to tell people what the pastries tasted like and the other to make me sick at the thought of eating them at work.
1973-75 -- My father found out about the pervert-voyeur and he made me quit. Shortly after, he found another job for me working at a hospital's restaurant as a cashier.
At 15-years old, I thought that was a great job. The manager at that place also harassed me. My bosses were a bunch of freaks.
*1975 -- My stepmother kicked me out of her house when I was 15-years-old so I moved to the USA to live with my maternal aunt. My mother died when I was 10-years-old.
1980 to 83-- I worked various menial jobs while attending community college.
1983-87 Loan Representative for American Savings and Loans. I processed home loans at a bank. I was laid off because the bank relocated.
1987- 89 -- I worked as a -victims of rape and molest's advocate. I responded to a 24-hour-crisis-line.
When the victims were taken to the hospital for a rape exam. I accompanied them through the medical exam and police questioning process, around 8 hours long. My job didn't end there. I provided peer-counseling and accompanied the victims to court. I loved the job but after a while, it became more than I could handle. It was hard not to take it home.
San Joaquin County Women's Center
1993-96 -- I managed an outreach program for homeless people and drug addicts. The dining hall is called St. Mary's Interfaith Dining Room. It was an amazing place that offered many services to the poor.
We had the only school for homeless children in the country. We offered meals, dental and medical care, showers, job search skills classes, art classes (my idea), clothes closet, furniture and household items, etc... I loved that job but after getting my degree I sought a job in education.
St. Mary's Interfaith Dining Room website
*1997 to 1999 -- went to school at San Joaquin Delta College to earn an Associate in Arts Degree in Business with a minor in Vocational Accounting.
2000 to 2002 -- I found a job teaching office skills to destitute and disabled people for Goodwill Industries in Stockton, California.
Goodwill Ind. website
2002 to 2007 -- I relocated to Sacramento and found another job teaching business classes to destitute adults for CET. After four years, I was promoted to executive director.
The Center for Employment Training (CET) is a well-known nonprofit vocational training school. I was laid off due to health issues.
The Center for Employment Training website
**2005 - I attended the University of Phoenix and received a bachelor's degree in business management from the University of Phoenix.
2008 to 2010 -- After I recovered, I found another teaching job at a private school called San Joaquin Valley College. I love teaching. I think it's the best job in the world.
San Joaquin Valley College website
** In 2010 I retired early due to health issues -- After I recovered, I started my own business selling folk art paintings and teaching haiku.
Today I am an instructor at FanStory. I teach Japanese poetry - Haiku and Tanka so far- in the future I plan to teach the art of Haiga.
I love teaching and I love haiku, what could be better? It's the perfect job for me.
Thank you for reading,
MariVal aka Gypsy
I read Mastery, Ulla, and Prettybluebird's curriculum posts and I thought I would give it a go.
I'm an eclectic kind of gypsy and my work history reflects it.
1971 to 72 -- My first job was -a clerk at a bakery store. I was 13 years old. I earned 200 pesetas a month and I didn't see any of it. All I remember about my first job was that the baker worked in the basement and there was a trap door on the floor behind the counter. Every time he brought up pastries to the store, he peeked up my skirt. I hated that job and my boss.
The first day at work, the owner made me eat one of everything for two reasons, one, to tell people what the pastries tasted like and the other to make me sick at the thought of eating them at work.
1973-75 -- My father found out about the pervert-voyeur and he made me quit. Shortly after, he found another job for me working at a hospital's restaurant as a cashier.
At 15-years old, I thought that was a great job. The manager at that place also harassed me. My bosses were a bunch of freaks.
*1975 -- My stepmother kicked me out of her house when I was 15-years-old so I moved to the USA to live with my maternal aunt. My mother died when I was 10-years-old.
1980 to 83-- I worked various menial jobs while attending community college.
1983-87 Loan Representative for American Savings and Loans. I processed home loans at a bank. I was laid off because the bank relocated.
1987- 89 -- I worked as a -victims of rape and molest's advocate. I responded to a 24-hour-crisis-line.
When the victims were taken to the hospital for a rape exam. I accompanied them through the medical exam and police questioning process, around 8 hours long. My job didn't end there. I provided peer-counseling and accompanied the victims to court. I loved the job but after a while, it became more than I could handle. It was hard not to take it home.
San Joaquin County Women's Center
1993-96 -- I managed an outreach program for homeless people and drug addicts. The dining hall is called St. Mary's Interfaith Dining Room. It was an amazing place that offered many services to the poor.
We had the only school for homeless children in the country. We offered meals, dental and medical care, showers, job search skills classes, art classes (my idea), clothes closet, furniture and household items, etc... I loved that job but after getting my degree I sought a job in education.
St. Mary's Interfaith Dining Room website
*1997 to 1999 -- went to school at San Joaquin Delta College to earn an Associate in Arts Degree in Business with a minor in Vocational Accounting.
2000 to 2002 -- I found a job teaching office skills to destitute and disabled people for Goodwill Industries in Stockton, California.
Goodwill Ind. website
2002 to 2007 -- I relocated to Sacramento and found another job teaching business classes to destitute adults for CET. After four years, I was promoted to executive director.
The Center for Employment Training (CET) is a well-known nonprofit vocational training school. I was laid off due to health issues.
The Center for Employment Training website
**2005 - I attended the University of Phoenix and received a bachelor's degree in business management from the University of Phoenix.
2008 to 2010 -- After I recovered, I found another teaching job at a private school called San Joaquin Valley College. I love teaching. I think it's the best job in the world.
San Joaquin Valley College website
** In 2010 I retired early due to health issues -- After I recovered, I started my own business selling folk art paintings and teaching haiku.
Today I am an instructor at FanStory. I teach Japanese poetry - Haiku and Tanka so far- in the future I plan to teach the art of Haiga.
I love teaching and I love haiku, what could be better? It's the perfect job for me.
Thank you for reading,
MariVal aka Gypsy
I followed my friend Bob's lead. His curriculum post. click here to read "a body of work" by Mastery
The title comes from a line of a song called 'Truckin' by the Grateful Dead
Truckin' got my chips cashed in, keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings
Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans,
New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no
Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home
One of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone
Truckin', like the do-dah man Once told me "You've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down,
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me,
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"
Truckin', up to Buffalo Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on
Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in
Busted, down on Bourbon Street, set up, like a bowlin' pin
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin They just won't let you be, oh no
You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel,
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and light out and look all around
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me,
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been
Truckin', I'm a goin' home Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on
Pays
one point
and 2 member cents. The title comes from a line of a song called 'Truckin' by the Grateful Dead
Truckin' got my chips cashed in, keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on
Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings
Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans,
New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no
Most of the cats that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home
One of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone
Truckin', like the do-dah man Once told me "You've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down,
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me,
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?"
Truckin', up to Buffalo Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on
Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel,
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in
Busted, down on Bourbon Street, set up, like a bowlin' pin
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin They just won't let you be, oh no
You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel,
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and light out and look all around
Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me,
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been
Truckin', I'm a goin' home Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on
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