I got two busted tires today. At the same time.
Here’s how it went down. Returning from a trip to Tar-jhay with my 19-month-old. He’s hungry, he’s tired and I’m trying to get home as quickly as possible. I turn around to console him and…. WHAM! Curb. It was a big frickin’ curb, too. You should see the gaping holes in my front *AND* rear passenger-side tires. I think the rims might be damaged, as well.
So I called my husband and said I had good and bad news. The good news, you ask? We have insurance. TGIF.
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By Suzanne Boyd — 9 years ago
For instance, I never buy peanut butter, but I know exactly what aisle the peanut butter is on in my Publix. I know 9 times out of 10, Delwanda will be icing a cake in the bakery section at my Publix. And I know that if I accidentally drop an entire glass jar of baby food at my Publix, the young man stocking shelves won’t make me feel like a complete idiot. (Yes, I’ve done that!)
The “Cheers” song should play when I walk into my Publix because everybody really does know my name. And it’s not because they know me from television. They know me from being there 5 days a week! I’m not one of those moms who is super-organized, so I’m constantly running in for one or two items. Yesterday, I just had to run in to get Minute Rice for my daughter’s lunchbox and also came home with a delicious chick pea salad, some tilapia and the latest on cashier, Erlande’s baby girl.
There are times when I’m closer to other Publix stores. But everytime I cheat on my Publix, I regret it. I can’t find the milk or the avocados at a new store, much less the peanut butter. I do always seem to be able to find the wine, though.
At my Publix, the older gentleman who bags my groceries may not be the fastest, but he knows how to bag. He is *very* careful with my eggs. And despite the Publix policy against tipping, I always give my bagger a couple of bucks when he helps me to my car.
My Publix is small. It doesn’t have the big, fancy deli or the large selection of Greenwise products. The produce section is crammed in the corner between the eggs and chips and very rarely are more than 3 checkout aisles operating at one time. But it’s my Publix and I’ll take it over the others anyday.Post Views: 43
By Suzanne Boyd — 9 years ago
I was 13 years old and my father wanted me to scout cotton on our family farm in North Florida as a summer job. Scouts walk a pattern through the field, inspect the plants and determine what bugs are invading the cotton plants. This helps the farmer determine what pesticide he needs to spray on the crop.
My dad sent me to a training school for scouts in Tifton, Georgia. (I swear I was the only girl there!) And for two days, I saw more slides of bugs than I care to remember: worms, caterpillars and something called a boll weevil. They all looked the same, except the boll weevil which has a pointy snout and can be extremely damaging to cotton plants.
I returned from Tifton and started working with two other guys in my father’s fields. I didn’t see many bugs, but when I did, I could just ask the guys what to write on the log.
Pretty soon, though, I was scouting cotton on my own. By this point, the cotton plants had grown very tall. I am pretty tall now: 5′ 8″, but at 13, I was a squirt. I was barely 5 feet tall. The cotton plants towered over my head. My parents had to stick a long flag in the back of my pants, so if I ever got lost in the field, they would be able to find me.
I was terrified! There were snakes and bugs and boll weevils in those fields. I would basically run as fast as I could from one end to the other. Sometimes I would check a plant or two, but I didn’t know what I was looking at, so I would make up bugs to put on my log sheet.
I must have fudged the log for weeks before finally confessing to my mother. I really didn’t think it was that big of a deal at the time. But looking back on it, I can’t imagine how many unnecessary pesticides my father sprayed on the cotton because of my fake logs.
My father fired me. Actually, my dad is the only employer to ever fire me. I was a darn good soda-jerk, pharmacy cashier, babysitter, I even bailed hay one summer. But I found my passion in broadcasting. I’ve been doing the news for 15 years now. I believe that if you do what you love, you’ll do it well. I am not and never will be a good cotton scout.Post Views: 39
By Suzanne Boyd — 5 years ago
You won’t find this in any Warren Buffett book on how to become a billionaire, but from the Suzanne Boyd file – learning how to be successful at your career is as easy as studying one of the most mind-numbing reality shows.
“Big Brother” is the CBS guilty pleasure that puts strangers in a house without TV, internet or any connection to the outside world. They live there for up to 3 months, voting each other out and the last man (or woman) standing gets a $500,000 prize. All you have to do is watch the characters on the show to realize: what wins Big Brother also wins in real life and could land you that promotion you’ve been hoping for.
Make Yourself Valuable
In the Big Brother house, the person who cooks and cleans usually stays longer than the slob who expects everyone to clean up after him. Same at work. Learn how to do as much as you can. There’s nothing a boss wants to hear less than “that’s not my job!”. Be the first one there and the last one to leave. When your boss gives you an opportunity – jump at it.
This is one of the most important aspects of winning the Big Brother show. Those who create alliances – no matter how strange – go further in the game. That holds true at the office. Find out who can help you at work and create an alliance with them. I have my go-to photographers, assignment editors, producers and managers at CBS 12 – the people who have my back and vice versa. Even the receptionist – who holds the keys to the coffee and the front door – calls me her “sister from another mister” because we’re always looking out for each other.
Fake It Til You Make It
Your boss asks you to do something, but you’re not really sure how. Don’t say you’re clueless! Ask someone. Get it done. You think anyone in the Big Brother house really knows how to “play the game”? They don’t! They figure it out as they go along.
Play the “Social” Game
Be funny. Be nice. Lighten the mood when things get too serious. Listen to someone when they have a problem. Notice people when they aren’t being noticed. Compliment them. These are all social traits that work well when you’re competing on a reality TV show *and* when you’re competing for a promotion at work. Bottom line – bosses want to keep people around who are positive and make the office a happier place.
Don’t Cause Drama
Don’t let your personal issues spill into the workplace. It’s okay if you have a bad day once in a while, but leave the drama at home. Reality show producers love those who create drama because they make good TV, but they don’t make good employees and they rarely win the game or a promotion.
When You Leave, Go Graciously
This is HUGE! You’re probably thinking – I’m leaving, so who cares if I say nasty things? Well, on Big Brother – one housemate who gets kicked out wins $25,000 based on America’s vote. Those who are gracious almost always win that prize. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years – no matter the profession – you will see and deal with some of the same people over and over and over again. NEVER burn a bridge.Post Views: 109