Let's see, over the years I've been an event planner/coordinator, bookkeeper, band manager, personal assistant, shipping dispatcher, office manager, Shabbos goy, inventory clerk, genealogist, and a dozen other things I can now only vaguely remember, and now I'm a healthcare data analyst. I was SUPPOSED to be a museum archivist. Oh well! It's not that I have a hard time settling down, I'm just very adaptable. Lemonade is nice, but when Life hands you lemons I prefer to hand them back and ask for something more useful.
Having done all that, one accumulates a lot of skills and and knowledge, which I've also used in a volunteer capacity with a variety of anti-war and social justice organizations in metro Detroit. I'm not one to wait and see how things work out; things like war, oppression, discrimation, etc., usually have predictable results, none of them satisfactory as far as I'm concerned.
Although I started out in the western 'burbs, in the past fourty some-odd years I've managed to live in just about every part of the greater Detroit metropolitan area. One learns an amazing amount of things just by getting out and about -- people who think they know about Metro Detroit because they watched the News or saw a movie need to come here and see reality. I'm currently living in Warren, a large, older suburb immediately north of Detroit. Not exactly the most glamorous place to live; it seemed like a good idea at the time.
It's been a long, strange road, but it's seldom been dull and I've met some incredible people over the years. Of course, that's not to say I'm all 'self-actualized' and stuff. Hah! I remain as messed-up and neurotic as anyone else; the only difference is that I own up to it. Despite what the calendar says, I will NEVER be too old to play a game of "Let's see if it melts!"
On the personal side, those that know me know that I have zero tolerance for bullshit. I am NOT the person you call when you want someone to tell you that your boyfriend isn't cheating on you (he is, move on). I am, however, the one person you can call at 3am to come rescue you when you've been abandoned out in the middle of nowhere or in some godawful part of town. AND the next day I'll teach you the right way to let the air out of the Loser's tires. People who mess with me are ill-advised; people who mess with my friends do so at their peril.
By the way, I call everyone "sweetie," "kiddo" or "dude." Get over it. Except for a lady, in which case it's "Miss" or "Ma'am." My nanny didn't raise no rude boy.
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