I Wish I had an MBA

I wish I had an MBA; all doors to keen success

would open to me suddenly — and fame would me caress.

I’d have a corner office, with an ergonomic chair,

eat lunch at sushi places and have houris cut my hair.

The boss would oft consult me on all mergers and details,

and send me overseas for better resourcing and sales.

Headhunters would surround me, begging for a nod so they

could offer me the leadership of banks, or Frito-Lay.

My suits would be so snazzy that when I had worn them twice,

they’d go to the Smithsonian for storage in dry ice.

An MBA’s the key to all my fantasies galore —

but now I gotta punch in and begin to mop the floor . . .  

Jeb Bush

A Soldier Defrauded.

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My duty took me from my home and fam’ly frequently;

While I was gone the bank foreclosed on all my property.

They also took the car and my retirement account.

(I don’t believe they know about the Sermon on the Mount.)

 

I was on active duty, being shot at and assailed –

Meanwhile when my wife protested, she was nearly jailed.

It seems the laws in place protecting soldier’s basic rights

Are just about as potent as wee mosquito bites.

 

Just WHAT have I been fighting for, if ev’ry snotty banker

Can barge into my home at will to tell them to weigh anchor?

The next time Uncle Sam requires militant defenders,

I am staying home — and they can draft the money lenders!

 

Based on a New York Times Story

Want Free Room & Board in a Gorgeous Mansion? Try House Sitting! by Susan Caba.

Babel

I am living the life of the rich and famous, although I am neither.

I’m following good weather and my whims around the country, moving from one luxury home to another. My accommodations last year have ranged from a mansion in Washington, D.C., around the corner from the home of former Senator John Glenn, to a woodsy retreat in Chapel Hill, N.C., to a sprawling Philadelphia condo with an exclusive Rittenhouse Square address.

At the moment, I’m living in a hillside house in Santa Barbara, Calif. The scarlet bougainvillea, attended by hummingbirds, competes for sunlight with the lavender blooms of jacaranda trees and spiky purple agapanthus in the garden. The Pacific is an indigo wedge on the horizon. I’ll swim a few lengths of the pool — no suit needed — before showering in a spa-like master bath with heated floors. For these two months, I’m driving a vintage white Mercedes nicknamed the Sugar Cube.

My cost for living in this Southern California splendor? Nothing. I tend three cats, feed a tank of fish and mist the Boston ferns in return for lodging. I’m a house sitter, part of a thriving network of full- or part-time vagabonds.

House-sitting is one more example of the upending of the travel industry by the combination of social networking and the sharing economy. The difference between house-sitting and companies like Couchsurfing — in which the person who owns the home is paid — is that no cash is exchanged. Neither I nor the homeowners I sit for spend any money.

I started house-sitting inadvertently, when an acquaintance in Santa Barbara wanted someone to mind her cats for two weeks. She had tapped out her family connections. I was already spending four to six weeks of every winter and summer — when the weather in St. Louis is either lethally cold or horrifically hot — in California, so I jumped at the chance. We’ve repeated the arrangement every year since, with the length of her vacations, and mine, gradually growing. That got me wondering about other house-sitting opportunities.

I listed my availability on Craigslist; no response. I considered contacting universities, looking for professors going on sabbatical, but that seemed like a lot of trouble. Eventually I Googled “house-sitting” and found several websites that registered ­homeowners and house sitters. They cost between $10 and $100 a year for membership, which gives you access to the listings.

Homeowners post descriptions of their homes and pets, as well as the dates they need a sitter, anywhere from a weekend to several months. Potential sitters provide a brief profile, any house-sitting experience, contact information and references. Reading the listings is like being addicted to gumdrops: Do I want three weeks in a house with a horse in Brittany, or a month in Costa ­Rica on an estate overlooking the Pacific Ocean?

After more research, I joined two sites: TrustedHouseSitters.com, a three-year-old organization based in Britain, and HouseCarers.com, based in Australia and in business since 2000. Both list house-sitting opportunities in the United States, Australia, Britain, Costa Rica, Continental Europe and, to a lesser extent, other places around the world.

Why, you may ask, would anyone entrust their home and possessions to strangers?

Some homeowners, especially those who will be gone a significant amount of time, just want their houses occupied as a security measure (statistically, an occupied house is safer than one left empty). That was the case for my stay in Washington. I arrived just after the last snowstorm, in April, and left before the onslaught of summer.

But pets are the reason for 80 percent of house-sitting arrangements, said Andy Peck, the founder of TrustedHouse­Sitters.com, who started out house-sitting on a multimillion-dollar estate in Spain.

“People want their pets to be comfortable, in their own environment,” he said. “From the sitter’s point of view, there are a lot of people who genuinely love looking after pets, especially while having a ‘staycation’ and enjoying luxury, sometimes decadent luxury, while living like a local in a fantastic place. It’s a win-win for both sides.”

So far, I’ve cared for cats, some fish and one dog. I get a lot of laughs reading the descriptions of required pet care, from clipping the nails of 13 indoor cats to nursing a diaper-wearing, diabetic dog through his final days while his owners jet off to Costa Rica. One homeowner sought care for “4 horses, 2 dogs, 8 cats and a pet pig who lives in the house, in addition to chickens and ducks and 2 very friendly goats.”

As for the trust issues, the websites don’t make any matches or vouch for the accuracy of the listings. It’s up to sitters and owners to find one another through the listings, then vet one another by exchanging emails, talking by Skype or telephone and, in some cases, meeting in person. The sites strongly encourage sitters to post references and even undergo police background checks. They provide sample agreements spelling out the responsibilities of both parties.

Retiring baby boomers and workers in the freelance economy who, like me, can do business anywhere with a laptop and a smartphone make up the primary supply of house sitters. Families looking to take interesting vacations during school holidays are another source. (Homeowners specify whether their property is suitable for children, and many encourage families.) The same groups are often looking for house sitters themselves.

There are risks on both sides of the arrangement. Besides theft or damage, there’s the possibility that sitters will cancel at the last minute, ruining expensive travel plans. Sitters, too, may face the unexpected. A friend of mine agreed to move into a Victorian house in Colorado for a month, only to find that one of the two dogs she’d be watching was a snarling hound of the Baskervilles.

My only mishap was being caught skinny-dipping — twice — in Santa Barbara. The Guatemalan pool guy unexpectedly changed his schedule so he could watch the World Cup. At least I was in the deep end.

Last year, I sold my house and unmoored myself from any one location, to indulge my wanderlust for a year. I’m already booked through February. I’ve had to pass on that house with the Pacific Ocean view in Costa Rica, a month in Boston’s Beacon Hill and a cottage in the Cotswolds. I’m beginning to think that a year might not be long enough.

An Incredible Story of Courage and Dedication.

Marines
> Did you know this about 9-11?
>
>
> AFTER FLIGHT 77 HIT THE PENTAGON ON 9/11, THE FOLLOWING HAPPENED:
>
> A chaplain, who happened to be assigned to the Pentagon, told of an incident
> that happened right after Flight 77 hit the Pentagon on 9/11.
>
> A daycare facility inside the Pentagon had many children, including infants
> who were in heavy cribs.
> The daycare supervisor, looking at all the children they needed to evacuate,
> was in a panic over what they could do.
>
> There were many children, mostly toddlers, as well as the infants that would
> need to be taken out with the cribs.
> There was no time to try to bundle them into carriers and strollers.
>
> Just then a young Marine came running into the center and asked what they
> needed. After hearing what the center director was trying to do, he ran back
> out into the hallway and disappeared. The director thought, “Well, here we
> are, on our own.”
>
> About 2 minutes later, that Marine returned with 40 other Marines in tow.
> Each of them grabbed a crib with a child, and the rest started gathering up
> toddlers.
>
> The director and her staff then helped them take all the children out of the
> center and down toward the park nears the Potomac .
>
> Once they got about 3/4 of a mile outside the building, the Marines stopped
> in the park, and then did a fabulous thing – they formed a circle with the
> cribs, which were quite sturdy and heavy, like the covered wagons in the
> Old West.
>
> Inside this circle of cribs, they put the toddlers, to keep them from
> wandering off. Outside this circle were the 40 Marines, forming a perimeter
> around the children and waiting for instructions. There they remained until
> the parents could be notified and come get their children.
>
> The chaplain then said, “I don’t think any of us saw nor heard of this on
> any of the news stories of the day. It was an incredible story of our men
> there. There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.
>
> The thought of those Marines and what they did and how fast they reacted;
> could we expect any less from them? It was one of the most touching stories
> from the Pentagon.
>
> It’s the Military, not the lying politicians that ensure our right to life,
> liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It’s the Military who salutes the
> flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag.
>
> If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for
> the military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women, who have
> served and are currently serving our country, and pray for those who have
> given the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.
>
>
> “GOD BLESS AMERICA ”
>
>
> Robert M. Murdock
> Director
> Office of Military Affairs
> 210-207-6566
> robert.murdock@sanantonio.gov
>