February 7

2011: Will You Be My Valen-Swine – think it might’ve been 2011 when I gave the famous “eat it ‘n best it” pig his wings to promote LJ’s BBQ Valentines dinner specials. He sported a Santa hat near the holidays when we were promoting gift certificates as the “pork-fect” gift.

I was marketing with a shoestring budget and enjoying every second of it. However my involvement at LJ’s BBQ didn’t begin by dressing up their pig in photoshop. It began when my sister called in a Friday night and asked if I would be willing to come to the restaurant as a server because someone had just walked out.

I didn’t hesitate to say yes. It was a Friday so I was sure to make money. Black pants, black top, black sneakers and out the door I flew. That decision didn’t go over too well with my other half as he always wanted me all to himself. All my skills, all my time and all my attention. I had never realized that until I started working with friends at LJ’s.

And what started as a waitress job turned into a longtime website and marketing client relationship. We evolved and I had a lot of fun with it.

2019. Job Seeking…

2019 – “Well, begging for an extension of time to send in an appropriate and compelling letter of interest isn’t the best way to make a good first impression… but, I’ve been so busy. I guess what is meant to be will be. Haven’t eaten all day… need food.”

Last year, I remember laboring over a cover letter to send In to the Rhode Island Coalition Against Domestic Violence when they were seeking someone to work in communications. My skill set is a good fit for an agency that has multiple member organizations, multiple websites and a mission that is near and dear to my heart. So, I sent in what I thought was a compelling letter of interest and got no reply at all.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe it is meant to be and it wasn’t the right time. I mean, now that I can look back in hindsight, I was still dealing with abuse at the hands of another in February of 2019. It went on for months and months after.

And the financial devastation and the housing insecurity that I’m experiencing is a ripple effect of the abuses that I endured.

If it’s Gods will, I will overcome.