28 to 40: What I Learned Working At McDonald’s

I'm turning 40 in 28 days!

I feel that I learned all about work ethics from my teen experience working for this famous fast food restaurant!

mcdsLike many teenagers, this is one of my earliest work experiences. Prior to working at McDonald’s, I made my fun money by babysitting all the neighborhood kids in my small town. That was great but I was literally making $1/hr if I was lucky! Good grief! I would go on to use this babysitting experience later in my nanny career.

I actually loved working at McDonald’s. Looking back at these early days I can see a lot of things that I learned from this first “real” job that I think contributed to the strong work ethic that I have today.

  • I learned about planning and time management.
    I had to drive 30 minutes each way to get to work.ร‚ย  This required planning in order to be on time and the commitment to not be late. This has most definitely stuck with me as I am rarely late for anything. I would tend to be the person that is always a bit early.
  • I learned to work well with others.
    The workplace definitely had a goal to be team centered. I made friends at work and we interacted well with one another to get the job done. Work was a lot of fun for this reason.
  • I learned that I enjoyed working with people.
    Typically you would start your McD’s career working behind the scenes…flipping burgers, dropping fries, creating salads, etc. If you were a good candidate to work the front cache registers, this would be next in your level of training. My favorite position was the drive through and I was fast! ๐Ÿ˜‰ I enjoyed the face-to-face interaction with the customers the most.
  • I learned the value of an incredible business model.
    This lesson came much later in life as I learned more and more about business and recognize the value in how I had received my training while working at this famous franchise. McDonald’s works as a business model because of its consistency with training practices and procedures. You can know that whether you walk into a McD’s here in MI or one in downtown Paris, most often that burger is going to taste exactly the same and the person taking your order will be practicing the same procedure. Now when I look at my own business, I always keep this in mind believing that having a goal to be system oriented is a must for success!
  • I learned to work hard for my money!
    There were long days and a lot of extra hours during my times here both in High School and also my first year of college. I learned how to make my own money and to work for the things that I wanted. I didn’t always feel like going to work, but I did often feel that I needed the income, particularly during my freshman year at college.

Thanks “Golden Arches”, for helping to develop a good work ethic in me!

P.S. Also in later years, McDonald’s would come to haunt me as one of my main sources of weight gain and food comforts. So I did come to have somewhat of a love/hate relationship with this place.

P.S.S. I “think” I have made peace but I still tread lightly when it comes to fast food. ๐Ÿ˜‰



29 to 40: Having a Vision

I'm turning 40 in 29 days!

We need to give ourselves permission to act out our dreams and visions.
Even if it takes a lifetime.
~ Vijali Hamilton

vision

Somehow I learned at an early age what it was to have a vision for my life. I’m not sure if everyone by instinct has this desire. I would hate to think that it’s not the case. I would like to think that everyone has the feeling deep down in the core of their being, that they were created for something greater than what they could see at any one point in time.

I think this is what I felt deep down inside as a child looking out over the river from the top of the hill in back of our home. I know that so much of the positive beliefs that I held for myself and my future had everything to do with the incredible support that I felt from my parents. I really did believe that I could do or be anything.

I think that many kids do have this belief and asking a child what they want to be when they grow up is one of my favorite questions. Don’t you love it how they dream BIG dreams at a young age? It’s only as we grow older, and are faced with dealing with some of life’s inevitable disappointments that we lose this kind of hope and thoughts of what is possible.

For sure, my life has not turned out exactly as I thought it would but then again I can’t say that I have a lot of regrets. I’ve made lots of mistakes to be sure. But I’ve also fulfilled many dreams and definitely believe that the dreams of my childhood are still coming to fruition.

I still believe that I can do anything I set my mind to. The 100+ lbs of weight loss has helped once again to keep that dream alive because for awhile my weight was such a limiting factor to my mind really.

I believe in the power of goal setting. I believe that it is of vast importance that one seeks to know a purpose for their life. Creating a vision and mission statement can be so very powerful in the process of change and forward movement. Weight loss has taught me that as well.

What are some of my current dreams as I get ready to move into 2010 (and celebrate my 40th!)?

  • to reach and maintain my goal weight
  • to be living a mobile lifestyle (this encompasses both the dreams of having my own business as well as A LOT of travel) ๐Ÿ˜‰
  • meeting my future husband
  • to being living a more relaxed lifestyle that encompasses a lot more free time ( for family, friends, service, relaxation, etc)

…there are probably a few more but these would be the main points on my mind.

For sure as the New Year gets closer, I will spend a great deal of time specifically looking at how I envision 2010 and what are the goals needed to make that vision a reality. (more on this to come, I am sure)

I encourage you to think about your childhood visions and your current visions.

I would love to hear from you below…thanks!


30 to 40: In Appreciation of Good Parents

I'm turning 40 in 30 days!

Good parents can be found everywhere. I’m sure that you are among the best of the best! My parents were great and I as an adult I recognize the value of so many things that they did for me and taught me.

If I were ever to be a parent, I would hope to instill these same values in my children.

mom and dad

1. The importance of family
My parents were so great about creating the most wonderful family time. I am especially fond of the camping memories that I have. I did fight with my siblings for sure, as all kids do, but I also remember really enjoying being with them. We had a lot of fun together. I feel very fortunate that as an adult I count my four siblings among my very best friends and I know that is due to how our parent raised us.

2. They attended ALL of our events.
When I think about this today, it is absolutely mind boggling how my parents juggled everything. Somehow with both of them working full-time, they still managed to attend anything of importance for all 5 of us kids. I’m not just talking about the biggies here…I’m talking every sports game, concert, play, meeting, etc. They were SO present. I’m sure it could not have been easy at all. AND we were all VERY active in school. I so appreciate this about them. They were also always willing to open our home up for having all the friends over, sleep overs, parties (the good non-alcoholic kind). My friends would ask me to have them chaperone our dances. (really?!) and they did all of that!

3. They have ALWAYS been very supportive.
Related to point 2, I have always felt complete support from my parents. Throughout school, they would encourage us with our varied interests whether sports, music or general school activities. They hired a great vocal teacher for my sister and I. We would all travel the 40 minutes one way, once a week to get us to our lessons. When my Grandparents presented me with the opportunity to attend a boarding school (more on that in another post) for a semester, they supported it even though I know if was difficult for them to see me leave home at such an early age. When I wanted to spend my summers out East as a nanny so that I could begin to explore some of this inviting big world I’d been dreaming of, my parents allowed me to pursue this.

Even as an adult, I feel that consistent solid support of my parents. I know that they don’t always understand or agree with my decisions but they are steadfast in their support and believe in me. I have always felt that and I’ve always felt that I could achieve anything I set my mind to. I know this has everything to do with how they parented me. Even today, as I write this from my parents home (they are away traveling for the winter) I feel their support. I had planned to be here while they traveled and then that plan also became a necessity when I lost my job a few months ago.ร‚ย  I’m so grateful to them that I am here today.

4. They taught me the foundations of my Christian faith.
I was raised Lutheran and grew up attending church and Sunday school weekly as well as bible camp in the summer. My family would read the bible and recite prayers each night after dinner and I knew all the classic hymns of worship. I didn’t really know what all of this meant in my life at the time. Heck, I didn’t really enjoy it all that much, truth be told. It was just something we did because we had to. No questions asked…really.

Into my adulthood, I would wander away a bit in terms of my faith. Like many young adults I began to question the things that I had been taught about “religion” as a child. I knew that the Lutheran church was not really the place for me. (nothing against Lutherans, of course!)

While living in San Francisco, I visited both extremes. One moment I felt more like I didn’t believe in God at all to then finding a wonderful little Foursquare Christian church which would become my home of sorts. I will speak more about this in another post, but for now I’ll just say that it was here that I began to know what it was to be in relationship with God.

Even though our spiritual paths and beliefs (Our core beliefs are the same.) have been different, I’m so grateful to my parents for bringing me up in a Christian home and for giving me that core knowledge of the Bible which is so important to me today.

5. They taught me to be a good person.
I am in no way claiming to be a saint here. For sure, I have my faults. I think my parents raised my siblings and me to be good people….to care about others and to know and do the right thing. At a young age, I learned that lying and stealing were wrong. Iร‚ย  learned a lesson as a child that some of you may have experienced which was having to take back something that I had taken to a store. Ick! What a horrible thing! And what a lesson. To this day, I would go out of my way to find an owner of found money, give back incorrect change at the grocery store, etc. I say this not to make it seem like I am so perfect…believe me, I’m not. BUT I do know the feeling in my gut when I do the “right” thing vs. the “wrong” thing. My parents taught me this.

These are just a few of the many things I appreciate most about my parents. I mentioned in an earlier post that they were in a bad accident 4 years ago. My siblings and I are SO grateful that they are still with us. I plan to be appreciating them for many more years and have assured them that I don’t plan for it to be from their own home for much longer! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Thanks for everything Mom and Dad! I love my parents!


31 to 40: Bullied or Harmless Teasing?

I'm turning 40 in 31 days!School bullying – I feel the pain of those that are bullying victims for sure!

3rd-grade4th-gradeThe pictures here are of me in the 3rd and 4th grades. I went to elementary school (grades 1-4 only) in the small town where I grew up.

My class was SMALL and by small I do mean that there were 7 of us. 4 boys and 3 girls! It was fun at times but mostly difficult the way that I recall it.

The three of us girls seemed to have a hard time ALL getting along. There was always a battle to be the best friend and always seemed to be an odd man (girl) out! How sad is that?!

I remember being teased like crazy from the 4 boys as well as the boys in the class ahead of us. At the time, everyone (my parents) would say the famous “they just tease you because they like you”. That may have been true, but it certainly didn’t feel like it. Looking back now as an adult, there really was some pretty serious bullying going on.

I can remember being physically hurt. In fact one day my parents got called in to the principal because I had been punched in the stomach. Yikes!

I know it was more than just teasing to me because I can remember not wanting to go to school and I can actually remember the feeling of wanting to die – yuck! Not being overly dramatic…it’s just the truth.

I admit to watching Lifetime movies sometimes on the weekend and I recently watched “Odd Girl Out”.ร‚ย  This movie was all about a poor young girl that went from being popular in school to getting bullied ALL because of a boy. (Her friend liked the boy and the boy liked her!)

The movie ended on a good note with the girl taking a stand and sticking up for herself against the bullies but this was after much turmoil including an attempted suicide.

Wow! We cannot be too careful with our children/teens when it comes to this fragile period of their lives. With today’s increase in technology there have been horrible cases of cyber bullying which have ended with teens taking their lives.

My story also ended on a good note. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Years later, (in fact it was my high school graduation) the leader of that elementary school bully pack had shown up at my graduation party. He had moved away years prior to that. He pulled me aside with a gift and told me how sorry he was for the way he had treated me in grade school. Crazy, but good!

I’m a big child/teen advocate and believe that we must stop bullying before this situation gets even worse among our children and teens.


32 to 40: On Solitude…

I'm turning 40 in 32 days!

My thoughts on solitude ~

I quite enjoy being alone, which is a good thing considering I am about to turn 40 years old while still “enjoying” my single life. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Don’t get me wrong, I am NOT anti-social at all and I don’t have any issues meeting new people or being with people in general. Those that know me well wouldn’t call me shy or NOT social. BUT truth be told, often I prefer to be by myself. I often prefer solitude to being with big groups of people.

I enjoy my own company. Does that sound prideful? I don’t mean it to be. I suppose this comes partly due to the fact that I have spent my adult life thus far as a single person. (with a few relationships throughout)

Writing this inspired me to look up the definitions for introverts vs. extroverts.

My quick definitions:

Extroverts: get “re-charged” from things outside ofร‚ย  one’s self
Introverts: get “re-charged” from one’s own mental life

Though I definitely possess traits of the extrovert (enthusiastic AND talkative!), based on the definition I would say that I am much more introverted.

Now thinking back to my childhood, I can definitely remember seeking out my solitude. (Not a huge surprise really considering I grew up in a pretty busy household)

Here’s a picture that shows a bit of the back of our house:

back-of-house

You can’t really tell from this picture, but beyond what you can see if you go past the playhouse, (My parents built this for us – how cute is it?) is a huge (to me at the time) hill that I would climb. I’d trek up through the woods, with lunch/book in hand to get the top of the hill. Once I got to the top, my view would be of the river below.

river-across-from-houseI absolutely LOVED to do this. I would seek out other vantage points around my small town but always the view inspired me and always with the goal to enjoy solitude.

It was here on the hill that I learned to be with my own thoughts. I did pray and talk to God back then but at that time in my young life I really didn’t know the meaning of being in relationship with God…that would come later. BUT I knew there was something bigger than myself and I knew that my life would take me on a journey. I think my young mind felt the stirring of purposefulness, even back then. It’s very cool to remember these things…I hope you will do the same.

Today, I’m grateful that I am a woman that enjoys my own company. I pray and hope that one day I would be able to share my life with someone. I hope that my pleasure in solitude does not hinder my future relationship. I think I will be able to make the adjustment! ๐Ÿ˜‰

What are your thoughts on being alone? Do you enjoy this time like me, or are you more often feeling lonely? Would love to hear it…

33 to 40: Earliest Awareness of Body Image

I'm turning 40 in 33 days!

age 1Here I take a little journey through thoughts of my adolescent body image as I recall it.

I was a pretty average size baby. I believe I weighed 7 lbs something at birth. I don’t think I had any real issues with eating at that young age and I certainly haven’t seen any pictures that suggest that I was anything other than an average size baby with an average size appetite.

I actually love when I see those babies with the chunky monkey legs that you just want to nibble on…I love that healthy baby fat!

That wasn’t me at this age though. That would come later! ๐Ÿ˜‰

Here are some pictures of me throughout the toddler years…

toddler-picsHere again, you can see that I was of pretty average weight. I don’t remember my parents feeding me anything other than the occasional treat when it came to sweets at this age.

The following pictures cover ages 6 through 11. They are headshots only but you can tell by my face that I was still of pretty average weight for my age. The body image of children is definitely being developed around these ages and I don’t recall anything out of the ordinary.

elementary pictures

I did start developing at a pretty early age – I would say 10-ish. I do remember noticing and not being completely comfortable with my new body. I didn’t want classmates to know when I began wearing a bra for example. I also recall not wanting anyone to see my weight on my report card in the 4th grade…hmmmm…what was that about?! I think it is so important when you have a daughter to be aware of a girls body image and what can affect this.

age 12age 12 in shortsIn both of these pictures to the left, I was 12 years old. I believe I was very aware of my changing body and how I looked at this stage relating to my adolescence body image. Not sure what was going on with my jeans in the first picture.ร‚ย  LOL AND it certainly doesn’t seem that I had an issue with showing my legs in the second picture. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I wouldn’t say that I was overweight at all here, but I do think I was heavier among my peers and probably more developed as well. I think I was starting to get a little attention from older boys at this point also. For example, I can remember mingling with the boys on our Jellystone camping trips by this point. Ugh…what a parent’s nightmare!

I will be revisiting the issue of body image a bit more as I complete this Turning 40 series. I’m confident that my real weight gain happened much after high school, but I’m sure that earlier ideas of body image also played a part…just as it does for all of us.

Not looking for any one thing, excuse or reason…just trying to be aware and look at the whole picture/journey of my life so far that has gotten me to where I am today. ๐Ÿ™‚


34 to 40: Yogi Bear was my Friend

I'm turning 40 in 34 days!

As far as my family was concerned, Yogi Bear Campground was THE place to be during the warm summer months!

Yogi Bear Campground

Jellystone Park was one of our favorite camping locations. Mom would pack up the camping trailer with all of our gear and off we could go for a long weekend or weeks at a time when vacation was upon us.

For the little ones, there were hay rides and sing-a-longs complete with the Yogi Bear Song. Let’s not forget Boo Boo Bear who was a hit every time.ร‚ย  For my sisters and I, there were campfires, days at the pool and waterslides. The nights found us listening to a live band and dancing up a storm. It was at Jellystone Campground that I first had my singing debut with the band. I can remember being nervous the first time I sang “Could I Have This Dance” by Anne Murray.ร‚ย  I was an entertainer at an early age. ๐Ÿ˜‰

The camping life was fun all right! Here’s a picture of my siblings and me – you can see the family camper in the background.

camping

Yes my T-Shirt in that picture does read “90% Angel”!

Life was good and I would say that those camping reservations Mom made back then for Jellystone really paid off for us as a family because we learned to have fun and enjoy one another’s company. I can remember my parents giving us the option of inviting a friend to which we would often decline, just because we had the most fun enjoying the camping life with one another!

Thanks for the awesome family vacation memories Mom and Dad!


35 to 40: Lessons Learned While Water Skiing

I'm turning 40 in 35 days!Introducing…Paula the Water Skier!

water skier

Water skiing on the Mississippi River was one of my favorite past times growing up. My grandfather owned a ski boat and we were a family of water skiers.

I absolutely loved to do this in the summer. We would pack up food for the day, grab our water ski equipment and swim suits and head the few miles to the boat dock. I was definitely not the best of the bunch and I’ve actually not skied since my teenage years now that I think about it.

boatMy grandfather and aunt taught me how to water ski when I was pretty young and they felt confident enough about me being in the water. I can remember sitting in the boat watching my aunt ski who was really quite good and desperately wanting to learn to water ski.ร‚ย  Finally the day came and she loaned me a pair of water skiis. I’m sure that I did not get up that first day.

4 Things I learned from Water Skiing:

  • Trust: I learned that I needed to trust that the person watching me from the boat would see me if I fell – I wasn’t alone in the river and the boat/my grandfather would come back around to pick me up.
  • Perseverance: I learned not to give up! Often many failures WILL lead to success! Do NOT give up! Boy have I seen this one play out in my later years!
  • From Effort Comes Reward: There were so many times in the beginning, when I did NOT get up on the water skis. I was cold, tired, and sore! Eventually I figured it out and all the effort paid off!
  • Feeling of Freedom: The feelings I had while water skiing were very similar to the feelings I had while riding on the back of my dad’s Harley. There was a pure sense of freedom and the knowledge that the world was vast and full of opportunities.

As I’m revisiting these childhood memories, I’m definitely noticing a recurring theme that I believed I learned at a very early age.ร‚ย  I’ve always felt adventurous and optimistic and I can remember feeling that way as a child often in the types of activities I would enjoy whether riding on the motorcycle with dad, gliding across the Mississippi on my skis, sitting at my own little private beach or hiking to the top of the hill above our house.ร‚ย  Ah yes…I was a little dreamer back then and I still believe in dreams today! ๐Ÿ˜‰


36 to 40: Speaking of My Father…

I'm turning 40 in 36 days.I have wonderful father daughter stories and memories of my childhood. Of course I loved my mother just as much as dear ol dad, but there was something about spending time with him that I loved. Perhaps it was because I was the first born and a girl at that. (My brother wouldn’t come along until 2 more daughters and several years later.) I guess one might have called me a tomboy in my youth and I don’t think I would have minded.

One of my fondest memories had to do with one of my dad’s cheese making tasks. About once every few months or so (as I recall), my dad had to travel a few hours to another cheese factory to grade cheese. If I was lucky and the weather was agreeable, my father would opt to take his Harley and invite me to go with him. I can’t remember ever saying no to this suggestion. I absolutely loved riding on the back of that motorcycle with him.

How’s this for a fun father daughter picture?

harley-with-dad

My dad and I would take off for the day to complete his work and then we were almost sure to stop for ice cream at one of the fantastic Wisconsin Dairies on the way home. I loved that time together…just me and my dad!

I remember the childhood sense of freedom that I felt while on the back of his bike. I don’t know what my childish mind would have called it back then, but today I compare it to the confidence I have that I can do anything I set my mind to. Back then it was a rush I would feel with my arms tight around my dad and the wind against my face…often singing at full vocal capacity dreaming of the woman I wanted to become as I grew older.

hunting with dadMemory #2 and why I know I did many things just to hang out with my father…aren’t little girls cute? ๐Ÿ˜‰ I was my fathers daughter and I wanted to be by his side even if it meant the freezing cold of winter toting a gun and mindful of the tears freezing on my cheek because I was so uncomfortable.ร‚ย  I did the gun safety course just as any son …errrร‚ย  daughter would do, but even before I could carry a gun I was going on these deer hunting expeditions with him.

So as not to offend any anti-hunting readers (not really, but seemed a bit much to include the small-ish deer), I’ve cropped this picture, but you should know that my arm is resting over the deer on the tire that I shot during this particular season! I may look proud in this picture, but I pretty much only pulled the trigger that day because I could not handle telling my dad when we met up later than I missed the opportunity! So shot I did! Truth be told, I couldn’t do it today. Whew! BUT back then it was all about being with my dad. How funny I was!

So there you have it! A tribute to the time spent with my father. Thanks Dad! Not sure I’d ever do the hunting thing again with you but I’ll meet you for coffee and a bagel any day of the week!

37 to 40: I Was Born a Cheese Maker’s Daughter…

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Do you know that Loretta Lynn song?
“Well, I was born a coal miner’s daughter…”
I’m giggling as I hum.

I was, in fact, practically born and raised in a cheese factory that was located on one end of that sweet little town I told you about in yesterday’s post.

Here’s a picture of the Ferryville Wisconsin Cheese Factory as I remember it…

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…and here’s a picture of THE best cheese maker in all of the great Wisconsin dairy state! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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Yep, that’s my dad!

I used to run the half block or so to the factory after elementary school to pop my head in and see what kind of trouble I could get into. The factory was owned by my grandparents on my mother’s side…

grandma-and-grandpa-sm

…and managed by my parents from the time they were married in their early 20’s. (They both worked there all through school as well) Cheese making was so much a part of my childhood and I have the fondest memories of what now seems like such a cool way to grow up. As I was saying, I would rush in after school to say hello. Mom would often be found in the office as she attended to the accounting aspect of the business.

cheesefactory-mom-sm

After my check-in with mom, I’d head straight out to the cheese plant in the hopes of finding my dad working on a fresh vat of cheese curds. If I could be so lucky…he’d reach in and pull out some warm, squeaky, salty, cheddary bites for my after school snack! Yumm-O! How cool is that? lol If you’ve never tasted a fresh cheese curd, you would do yourself a favor to get your hands on some!

If the curds were already finished, I’d head out to the store to help myself to some sample pieces of the yummy cheeses that were for sale in the cases here:

cheesefactory-case-sm

Side note: As a young adult, I suffered from a kidney stone at one time. The stone was analyzed and my doctor confirmed that it was mainly due to too much calcium in my diet. He proceeded to tell me that I should cut calcium pretty much from my diet INCLUDING ALL CHEESE! LOL I laughed explaining to him that it was like telling me to give up water. ๐Ÿ˜‰ (I did NOT cut down on my cheese intake, except recently for weight loss and have not suffered since! ~Knock on wood!)

Sometimes my sisters and I would help out around the factory by cleaning, selling, and stocking. My fondest memories though had to do with the non-store hour days. Sometimes on the weekends, before the vats and cheese equipment were to be cleaned and sanitized, my sisters and I would play hide-n-seek. There were so many wonderful hiding places in that vast room where all the magic happened.

Ferryville, WI was somewhat known in the area because of the cheese factory. In the fall, when the leaves were changing colors along the river, people would drive for miles to take in the scenery and stop in our sleepy little town to sample some of the famous Wisconsin cheese! I would often take advantage of the crowds by setting up “shop” of my own outside – I believe I get my entrepreneurial spirit from my cheesemaker and business minded grandfather. (More on that later) ๐Ÿ˜‰

Here’s a postcard (front and back) that I found…for fun!

ferryville-cheese-postcard

It was a great time in my childhood…

Do you have any special memories you’d like to share about how/where you grew up? Would love to read them below.


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