Today and interviews

I didn't go to the Corporation interview. I read some opinions about the interview process and company in general, and I wasn't impressed. I've been feeling too stupid to pass their second test. They didn't tell me yet if I passed the first one.

I have two interviews with Walmart. Both in different locations and different positions.

Mrs. E helped me move junk out of my garage.

I'm scheduled for like 3 hours at McDs tomorrow but I have an interview with a Coupon ad magazine at the same time. I'm going to do something about having to be there at McDs at that time. This Coupon ad magazine would pay a base. I just hope I could go out there and bring in more ads. My self-esteem is in the trash can. I don't know what way to go---Substitute, get more days in toward the retirement account and work at Walmart and the Bathtub company or do something full time, get some insurance and hopefully make more money than ever before?

I don't know---I just, just, just don't know. I love education. I Love it, and to not be in it, is a Loss. It is a major loss. I hope people see I have my mother in me.

I found some papers I had put away the last time I re-did things in my house. They're papers that my mom gave out and collected from the kids and I guess was never able to give them back since she was fired in the middle of the year. I guess they are papers she was never able to give back to them. It broke my heart. I was holding a paper and said to Mrs. E, "This is who my mother was." I almost cried. One kid wrote at the bottom of the paper, "Merry Christmas, Mrs. Taylor." I guess that was a good kid. My mom was "put out," Jan. 8th, I believe. So, she probably didn't get those papers back. It warms me on the inside, in a way, when I see the questions on those papers, the thought, the same stuff I was questioned over in my school time, that she gave out also. I loved the way her stuff sounded and looked. I loved the way she did things. It makes me so incredibly, incredibly, incredibly sad,, though. A career and a life taken too soon. Taken too soon. Both, taken too soon.

I may be writing to Tom Hanks. I haven't written to him yet. George Clooney should have a copy of the DVD somewhere. I sent it to his Production Company, Smokehouse Productions. I'm not sending Tom Hanks a DVD, though I probably should. It's difficult to not know if anything you do is receieved or how it is received. Charlie Sheen or someome in his group sent a pic to me---He has a copy of the DVD.

How I need something to be done about this---putting my mother's life into form. I don't care if "Leslie" and "Josh" are taken out of the story. I just want her side to be known, and for people to know the travesty it was for her to be fired. Fired. On grounds of incompetence. How wrong it was. I want people to know.

TOM HANKS---you are awesome---If you direct, I think I'd like you to direct this. Steven Speilberg is invited also---I want people to want to do this. My mother was amazing. Beautiful in her own way. Very unique looking and acting woman. Unique. Loved her daughter. Loved the field of science. Loved teaching. While she loved, she was in motion, though. She was in motion. She was about doing. TOM HANKS---look into this. I beg of you and everyone and anyone---take part in this for me and for my mother. ( She liked Sleepless in Seattle )

She really liked Tom Cruise, too.

She loved Richard Gere. Loved Pretty Woman. Loved Julia Roberts.

She loved a good movie.

We went to see Home Alone either the day before or the day of her telling me she was having pain in her abdominal area. She said she hadn't wanted to tell me and didn't want to worry me but she was having pain there--and the Gulf War was ensueing, and my grandmother (her mother) was dying in Tennessee. There was a lot going on at one time. The family doctor took a good long time to figure out what was wrong, and when it was discovered, it was before an emergency situation. They figured out she had a blockage. My grandmother had just died that day, and my mother threw up every 2 and 1/2 hours, like clockwork that night. I knew when I would hear that awful sound---like clockwork. I'm not sure how the body can do that but it does. She was supposed to call the surgeon the next day but I called in the midst her throwing up, as early as they would take the call at the surgeon's office. They said to go to the ER, and they could barely stop her from vomiting. She had surgery that evening, and when the Dr. came out, he said, "I got it all." He got it all---music to my ears. I thought that meant everything was ok and going to be ok. I was 16.

Oh well---I didn't plan on getting off on that tangent. But my world was shattered. My safety and security and confidence was shattered. She supposedly had a sigmoidscopy months before.

Something needs to be done. Something needs to be done. Someone (Ellen) hear me. Her life needs honor.

Cindy Taylor