I over-reacted as usual. It’s something dangerous but also admirable about me: beneath an exterior others have described, to my puzzlement, as calm all my life, is a cauldron of emotion. Some anxiety. Plenty of hair-trigger indignation – it doesn’t take much. (It wasn’t until I started making videoblogs and clips with myself in them that I saw this apparent calm others have always seen, a sort of lethargy; I attribute it in part to my roots as a Southerner, and in part to my determination very young to conceal my feelings.) I’d been waiting two weeks to find out if I’d get a job I interviewed for at my company. My boss is leaving in just over a week, and I’d been sitting in my cube every day doing precisely nothing. Okay, well, blogging, which isn’t nothing, but it’s not what I’m paid to do here. Yesterday I left early and met my friend Rick, who’s visiting from Shreveport. We got back to the apartment after having coffee and bagels, and there on my work BlackBerry was a message from my friend Denise, also an executive assistant. “So sorry to hear about the job,” she wrote. Huh? She clearly knew something I didn’t, so I called her and asked her what she was talking about. Someone else got the job I’d interviewed for and they had told Denise, no doubt thrilled to be moving to the upper echelons of executive assistantdom. That’s when the fuse reached the explosives. I emailed human resources and let them know what a mockery this made of company policy. I’ve been here ten years, she’s been here six weeks, having been hired to work for someone else. I was humiliated and insisting they initiate my severance package immediately. Then, about a half hour later, I got an email from the man who’d interviewed me. He praised my skills and experience, explained that they had hired Jean, and promptly offered me another position, assisting people I’ve known well for some time, in one case for a decade. I said I’d be delighted. While the chickens aren’t yet hatched on this job offer, the whole experience was an emotional roller coaster. I made assumptions, went quickly to my default position of being wronged, and let the indignation fly. I was wrong. I made an ass out of me and me. Today the landscape is quite different, and while I may not end up with this job, what I assumed to be true was not, and I was left once again with the lesson that waiting a few hours at least before reacting can make all the difference.]]>

I look for positive things to post, I really do, but these are difficult times in a difficult economy. A recently released annual survey reveals that the buying power of seniors has declined 32 percent since the year 2000. From Reuters: WASHINGTON, May 19, 2011 WASHINGTON, May 19, 2011 /PRNewswire/ — Seniors have lost almost one-third of their buying power since 2000, according to the Annual Survey of Senior Costs, released today by The Senior Citizens League (TSCL). TSCL is one of the nation’s largest nonpartisan seniors advocacy groups. To view the multimedia assets associated with
this release, please click
http://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/seniors-have-lost-32-percent-of-their-buying-power-since-2000-122205249.html In most years, seniors receive a small increase in their Social Security checks, intended to help them keep up with the costs of inflation. But since 2000, the Social Security Cost of Living Adjustment (COLA) has increased just 31 percent, while typical senior expenses have jumped 73 percent, more than twice as fast. In 2011, for the second consecutive year, seniors received no COLA. Prior to 2010, seniors had received a COLA every year since 1975, when the automatic COLA was introduced. Seniors are forecast to receive a very small COLA next year.]]>

I’m a tweaker, I can’t help myself. I toyed with MadeMark.net over the last few years, always trying to find a layout I liked, a color scheme I liked, a banner photo I liked. After many changes, great and small, I finally settled into one that I think I’ll be happy with for a while. So, too, with lgbtSr.com. I tried WordPress and hated it. I started a shopping cart at Go Daddy, only to be aghast at the price tag: they seem to insist you do everything for five years, including domain registration, so by the time I got to the checkout it was over $200, and I hadn’t even seen what my layout options were. Let’s face it: I love Blogger. There are pros and cons, lovers and haters, but Blogger is extremely user-friendly. You go into the design function and there’s your site, all laid out exactly as you would want it to be. It’s all click-and-drag. And, frankly, just about every website out there is a variation on a theme – columns and rows. Move them around some, but it’s all the same palette. For my modest ambitions with my sites Blogger is the best choice. I did want to make lgbtSr look a little different, since it is different, and today I settled on the green scheme. For many years blue was my favorite color, but sometime in the past decade I’ve come to love green. The road that leads from the highway to our house in rural New Jersey includes a stretch of dense forest I call the Enchanted Forest. It’s gorgeous, a canopy of tall trees arching from one side of the road to the other, covering the cars driving through with a lush green overhang. Nature has so much green for a reason: life is green, from tiny sprouts to the last leafs of summer before they turn a burst of yellow, red and orange. Green is ideal for lgbtSr.com. Green is all of us, in our many shades. I hope you find it as pleasing to the eye as I do.]]>

Who would’ve guessed? We’re getting there, slowly but surely. Places like the military and sports are lagging behind, but progress is made every time something like this happens. The president of the Phoenix Suns basketball team, Rick Welts, has come out. From the New York Times: Last month, in a Midtown office adorned with sports memorabilia, two longtime friends met for a private talk. David Stern, the commissioner of the National Basketball Association, sipped his morning coffee, expecting to be asked for career advice. Across from him sat Rick Welts, the president and chief executive of the Phoenix Suns, who had come to New York not to discuss careers, but to say, finally, I am gay. In many work environments, this would qualify as a so-what moment. But until now, Mr. Welts, 58, who has spent 40 years in sports, rising from ball boy to N.B.A. executive to team president, had not felt comfortable enough in his chosen field to be open about his sexuality. His eyes welling at times, he also said that he planned to go public.
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