tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post6518398785627860304..comments2024-01-12T11:26:35.176-05:00Comments on Working Stiffs: Skyscraper Cones and MotivationWorking Stiffshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03270595837074553752noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-7298694088938760212007-03-12T13:03:00.000-04:002007-03-12T13:03:00.000-04:00Sorry if I missed the point of your story...I grew...Sorry if I missed the point of your story...I grew up in Pittsburgh and now live in North Carolina, so all I could think about was wishing for a chipped ham sandwich and one of those Skyscraper cones to appear right now!! Thanks for the memories! Ok, now I'll re-read the story for the true content.<BR/><BR/>Amy....Joyce's sisterAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-71308161549215242422007-03-11T11:16:00.000-04:002007-03-11T11:16:00.000-04:00So sorry for being heavy on the "mm" key. Yikes!So sorry for being heavy on the "mm" key. Yikes!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-78333265863889265122007-03-11T11:14:00.000-04:002007-03-11T11:14:00.000-04:00I am moved by your story, a young woman working ex...I am moved by your story, a young woman working extra days, mostly for the meal perk. I admire that woman who saved her earnings for an education, when another in the same situation might have drowned her sorrows in a brew and some amateur poetry at Hemmingways.<BR/><BR/>Very inspiring, Gina. Thanks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-60766931757276207342007-03-10T14:47:00.000-05:002007-03-10T14:47:00.000-05:00I remember Isalys, and I remember the chipped ham....I remember Isalys, and I remember the chipped ham. I have fond memories as a child of going in there with my mom. I wish we had a few more places like Isalys around now. <BR/><BR/>Your story was very touching, Gina, and you're correct--motivation is everything. <BR/><BR/>Great post today. I'm amazed at how much we can learn about each other by reading blog posts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-38235219706985029572007-03-10T10:15:00.000-05:002007-03-10T10:15:00.000-05:00Tory -I became vegetarian when I was around 5 year...Tory -<BR/>I became vegetarian when I was around 5 years old, when I found out what meat was made of. I mean, it still astounds and horrifies me that people willingly put pieces of dead cow into their mouths! My parents were meat eaters and so I endured a lot of hassle at home growing up. I don't think I even knew that there was anybody else on earth who didn't eat meat besides me until I heard about India in 4th grade geography class. At this stage in my life, vegetarianism is still partly motivated by the gross-out factor, and part by ethical concerns -- I try to avoid causing suffering, except maybe to folks who happen to deserve it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-79119675033841073682007-03-10T09:28:00.000-05:002007-03-10T09:28:00.000-05:00Gina: I, too am amazed at how little people are cu...Gina: I, too am amazed at how little people are curious about WHY other people do things. As a psychotherapist, that is usually the first thing I wonder. <BR/><BR/>I'm curious about you being a vegetarian. It sounds like, from your blog, you were vegetarian in your college days. There's a lot of different reasons people become vegetarian. What's yours?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com