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![]() "15 july 1995 - i dreamt there was a company - more than a company, it was an idea of self expression & the power of individuals as a circle of friends. I was in it, and we were all creating ourselves & this dreamlike clothing with symbols, shape and incredible colors - they told stories." -- from the Blue Fish Fall 1995 catalog � DO YOU HEAR WHAT I
HEAR?
In just about a month's time, Blue Fish Tales will be celebrating its first anniversary. The site was launched on January 26th on America Online by a novice who'd never done ANYTHING like it, let alone put up a website. I wrote the whole thing in Notepad, and FTP'd it over to AOL. (Yeah, I know, lose the technical jargon, Linda.) Between February and March, I added pages, refined the site, and finally moved it over to Geocities, where I added the now infamous message boards. Little did I know that the message boards would make this site explode (in more ways than one!) Today I compose on MS FrontPage. I've hired a website developer to help me move this over to bluefishtales.com......and we're still working on that one. The site has two business supporters and a growing list of individual supporters. All that this site has achieved is due to this support....financial support of course, but also the support of Barb's Blue Fish Friends site, Tracy's Vintage BF Catalog site, Pat's BF Consignment Site, Deb's Art to Wear Consignment site, and Jan's forthcoming Where to Buy BF site. The enthusiasm I've seen is remarkable. Clearly, we all share a passion...and a desire to connect with each other. Yet recent events have shaken me up a bit. Is it the stress of the season, or something else that rattled the cages and opened a Pandora's box of ugliness up on the message boards? I recently told a friend that after creating this website, I had a sense of what God must feel, looking down at the Earth...you create this thing with the very best intentions, and yet it goes spinning out of control and there's little you can do. But that's not necessarily a bad thing....because adversity and even ugliness can provide lessons that we can learn from. Here's one lesson I've learned from running this website: it's okay to be disliked. It's good for the soul, perhaps, to be disliked....because it makes you really say to yourself, "Am I doing this because I believe in this and really want to do this, or am I doing this because I want to be popular and liked by everybody?" It's good to be challenged, to have provocative statements thrust upon you...and to defend your own statements or reexamine your beliefs....and maybe even change them. I've changed my mind on a number of issues....eBay is one, and the wisdom of being the "policewoman" of discussions on this site is another. People have opinions, and though some won 't take ownership of them, they feel the need to express them, and should I delete them because I don't like them? I raise this question because of a specific story I'll tell you about. It happened once upon a time and I'll keep the details vague so as not to incriminate anybody. After all, the people involved were simply expressing their own opinions and I wasn't present...yet I heard about what was said. Here goes: Once upon a time I was shopping for Blue Fish. I am known to shop the stores in person and/or by phone, and the sales as well. (I leave it to you to imagine the circumstances.) I had just made a purchase, and had chatted pleasantly and warmly with all involved. The transaction completed, I hung up the phone/left the store/left the sale. The next day, I got a phone call from someone who knows me very, very well. I trust her implicitly, and I know she has no hidden agenda. She was present shortly after my transaction was completed, and overheard several minutes of� what she described as "nasty, cutting comments" about me, the BF Tales website, the women who frequent it, and what goes on. No one present realized she is a good good friend of mine. She was so upset she couldn't buy anything, she said, and she left quickly. When she called me, she was sure I'd be outraged to hear the specifics of what was said. Well, I wasn't...not at all,
because of several reasons: Does it matter what other people think, anyway? This has been at the root of the unpleasantness on the message board, IMHO. What I always say to my daughters is this...when you get all upset about what someone else thinks about you or how someone else treats you, you give away your power...you let the other person have power over you. It's hard, very hard, to just turn away and shrug it off, but in the end, worrying about how others feel about you will just make you feel worse, not better. Every woman reading this is beautiful. Of course, that's just MY opinion, and if you care what I think then you're giving away YOUR power. What matters is what YOU feel about yourself. Who cares if Blue Fish says, "We love big women and embrace them!" or "We DON"T love big women and won't cater to them!" or "We only make clothes for women who can prove their ancestors were on the Mayflower!" or even "We're not interested in clothing that appeals to anybody over 40!" The only thing that matters is A) does the stuff fit you?� B) do you like what you're wearing? C) do you feel beautiful in it? D) if you don't (and haven't for a long time), can you NOT buy BF anymore and finally make the break and move on to other lines of clothing? Remember, YOU have the power....not Blue Fish! What YOU feel should be of concern to Blue Fish, not the other way around. Suppose you knew SOMEONE in BlueFishLand thought you were a total loser, a jerk, a complete fool? Would it matter enough for you to STOP buying their clothes? (I hope no husbands are reading this and getting crazy ideas...) I don't want to confuse my love of Blue Fish Clothing the clothing with Blue Fish Clothing the company or Blue Fish Clothing the employees. I personally don't have to LOVE every single one of the people who make the clothes I wear. They are HUMAN, for goodness sakes, and they have their own pressures and emotions and lives and good points and bad points and likes and dislikes that have little or nothing to do with me! and I don't need a "relationship" with Blue Fish Clothing to wear Blue Fish. I realize this is MY opinion, and many may feel they WON"T or CAN"T wear clothing that doesn't have good karma for them through and through. I respect that, and admire the fact that you have more personal integrity that I probably do. For me, I like the clothing, and I can tolerate being disliked. So I guess I'll continue to buy BLue Fish for the time being. BUT....the next time anyone says to me, "do you want to hear what I heard so-and-so say about you?" I'll politely decline. I'm just not into wearing hair shirts, even if they're made by Blue Fish.
Linda (aka bluecarp) � FIGHTING FOR HER LIFE
(and the lives of her students)
This is not my story - it's the story of Susie, who many of you know on eBay as [email protected]. We first met in Reading, PA, when Susie picked me up at a local outlet mall and drove me to the now-closed Blue Fish Outlet Store at a nearby shopping area. I had come into Reading on one of those awful bus tours...this one for outlet shopping....and though Susie had never met me before, she took a risk and gave a stranger (who shared a love of BF) a lift to the BF outlet. The first time I saw Susie, I was struck by how she seemed to possess a glow.....she's really quite beautiful to begin with, and she is a happy, upbeat person...she shines with an inner light that just touches you somehow. I had the sense that she was a woman of extraordinary strength, but just how much, I was later to find out. Some of you may know that in addition to being a talented jewelry artist and quilter, Susie's a school nurse....a loving woman who is loved in turn by her students.� In talking to her, I could see she clearly is devoted to her job, which makes the following stories all the more difficult to read. These are articles taken from the pages of newspapers that have been following Susie's story....a story she's been struggling with for the past year, and one that just recently garnered media attention. I'm reproducing them here because it's a story you should know about:� � December 03, 2000
Friday, December 1, 2000� �The Philadelphia Inquirer 2000 December 7, 2000� Sunday 10 December, 2000
Linda (aka bluecarp) � LETTING GO (or Catch
and Release)
This is a story about karma, materialism, overspending, eBay, friendship, making dreams come true, and realizing what IS and isn't important. I wish I didn't sound so greedy and awful in this story, but that's how I was feeling and it's an honest emotion. Maybe this story will resonate with you, as it does with me. Just a little over a year ago I sold my first Blue Fish item on eBay. Though I don't remember who bought the item (a long vest from 1995), I DO remember who bought my second auction item. Her name is Cathy, and after the obligatory exchange of emails concerning the transaction, I commented on her home address and shared some personal details about why I almost became a (relative) neighbor of hers...but didn't (I got married instead)...and thus an email correspondence was born. I can't say what exactly turned this correspondence into a friendship, but that's what it evolved into. Though we don't email every day...or even every week sometimes....we do stay in pretty frequent contact with each other. I know her sons's names and she knows my daughters'. We laugh about our engineer husbands. We both agree that we find it hard to say "no" and that other people may view us as pushovers.� Cathy took the big step of calling me, and I can still remember the first time I heard her voice...I was standing in the parlor of a bed & breakfast in Frenchtown (the Widow MacCrea) where I was staying for my first Friends and Family Blue Fish Sale in June of 2000...when the proprietress, Lynn, handed me the phone and told me I had a phone call. I was so nervous (I shouldn't have been....I'd already met a pile of new BF friends earlier that day and that week....Christa, Linda, and Joanne in fact were staying with me at the B&B, and none of us had ever met each other before). I was embarrassed to be so nervous. I think Cathy was nervous too....but once we got past the shyness, the phone call was further acknowledgment that we were possibly "split-aparts"....like twin soul sisters. She was happy to talk on the phone, but sad that a previously scheduled trip made her unable to join the fun at the Tinicum Friends and Family sale. Though that was our first phone call, it was not our last....and we finally ended up meeting at the end of October, one week after the Fall Tinicum sale. I drove down to pick her up at her cousin's home outside Philadelphia, and within ten minutes of meeting, we were out the door and dashing off to Doylestown.....then Rosemont....Frenchtown, and Bethlehem, shopping (and spending) all the way. We met up in Bethlehem at Reetha's new store with a whole bunch of other Blue Fish buddies...and it was there that the ugly green-eyed monster (no, not jealousy, but greed) reared its ugly head.� I had brought a jacket to pass along to one friend (who has gotten some amazing BF goodies for me over the months I've known her, so we loosely swap items when we find something we think the other would like) but she already had one like it....so then I offered it to another person who has given me great deals on BF and has passed along items she no longer wears....but it didn't fit her, so I was all set to take the jacket back home when a third friend expressed that she liked it A LOT.� Now, keep in mind that I had never worn this jacket up until this whirlwind road trip....and that it was in mint condition, a linen jacket with clay buttons (the Meadow Jacket for those of you who keep track of such things....original retail price $325) that I had purchased at a sale for $85. I had intended to put it on ebay, but thought I should bring it for my friend who I swap with...a friend who had a piece of red velvet for me from winter 1996, which is my favorite collection. Also keep in mind that within this particular month, between the two sales I'd been to (the Tinicum sale and the Syracuse sale) AND the road trips TWICE to frenchtown (two weekends in a row) and the visits to the stores AND the consignment shop in Rosemont that sells vintage BF...I had spent close to $2000 without really paying attention...and I was WAY over budget and was getting panicked about the bill coming due. So when this friend expressed desire to have this jacket, I said, "Well, I was planning on eBaying it to pay for my expenses....I'll sell it to you for $150." She shook her head no, saying that she couldn't afford that. I hemmed and hawed, and said, "well, how about $125?" but it was still too steep...then I dropped it to $100 then $90 then $80 then finally $75. At $75 she stopped and said, "Let me think about it" and we agreed that she could take the jacket home and let me know the next day, as I was staying over in the area (she lives around there) and would be having brunch with her and the gang the next day. Well, as Cathy can attest....all that night I fretted about that stupid jacket. I had a million anxieties about that jacket. I had never worn that jacket, I had hoped to sell it on eBay and possiblly earn $150 to pay for my mounting bills...and when Cathy pointed out that the last jacket like it had sold for over $300 on eBay, greed and materialism gripped me, and I knew I had to insist that the jacket come home with me! I've told you a bunch of details pertinent to this story so far. But one BIG detail that I've left out is this...the friend who wanted the jacket was the VERY FIRST FRIEND I ever made through eBay and Blue Fish...she was the first person to email me after I listed my first auction, to chat about what I was selling and to compare observations about all things BF. She was the one to tell me that there was a BF outlet (sadly, not in existence as of this writing) in Reading, PA, where I was going with my mother on a bus tour of the Reading/Philadelphia outlet malls...and she arranged, with another BF friend, to meet me at the one outlet and drive me to ANOTHER outlet where the BF store was. In addition, she's provided me with advice, handholding, moral support, and comfort in the year since I've known her. Though I don't think I've ever sold her anything via eBay, she's been a good good friend, and it would have been a slap in the face to deny her a jacket she so obviously appreciated. AND, she is perhaps the biggest fan of BF linen that I know....and she'd been going through some tough times in recent days, so I knew the jacket would be even more important to her as a special thing of joy. Well, we met the next day for brunch...and I was all set to say "no" to the deal...when I finally woke up and realized what I was close to doing....really ruining a relationship all because of a piece of fabric with clay buttons and block priting. I finally explained that I really wanted...needed...the $85 which I had spent on the jacket originally, and she was fine about it. In addition, she explained that SHE had been under the impression that I'd just bought the jacket at the consignment shop nearby that carries vintage BF...and that I had been trying to "mark it up". So we cleared the air of misundertandings....and she bought the jacket, while I continued to needle her about it, until she finally said, half-joking/half-serious, "Hey, am I going to hear about this the rest of my life?" Driving away with Cathy on the way to take her back to her cousin's house (after our wild, non-stop 24 hours together), Cathy then needled ME about something I'd picked up at that same consignment shop...a BF peplum jumper� SHE's wanted, but that I'm still unwilling to let go of. "C'mon," she said sweetly, "you know you have to pay those bills, and if you want to get rid of that item, I'll be happy to pay you even MORE than you bought it for" and she named her price...but I shook my head no....not yet. Well, this has been sitting with me on the back burner for some time now...this idea of the cost of holding on, and what it takes to let go. I'm telling this story now, because about a week ago, an eBay/BFTales acquaintance emailed me about my recent round of auctions (auctions I'm happy to report have helped me pay for those bills I shouldn't have racked up in the first place...) and asked if I'd be putting up any sweaters anytime soon.� I then emailed her back about what I was thinking of selling...and she inquired about one SPECIAL sweater she's wanted for a very long time....a MIRACLE VEST from Fall 95, back when she coveted BF and that particular piece, but did not have the budget to afford such stuff. Well, usually the stuff I put on eBay is stuff I really don't wear...but that particular vest is one I love, and I wear it regularly each fall and winter season. I have two, it's true....but I just COULDN"T give up this vest!� But then I thought about the Meadow Jacket episode...and I emailed this person back, and asked how much she'd be willing to pay. Well, clearly from her offer, she really wanted this vest....but she was being very low key about it...I think she knew that pressure might cause me to say no...since she realized I do like the sweater vest very much. So I went to my closet, tried it on, and thought very hard...and then I realized that maybe I have enough, that ONE vest is enough for me, and that I could share, I could let go...and that I should let go emotionally. And I did...and I emailed her back, saying I'd sell the vest and I knew that it would be okay....the karma felt right. If you're a regular reader of the message boards, you know many of us make a big deal about karma...but there's something there...there's something to that idea of a piece of BF..or anything for that matter...coming to rest where it belongs. And even though we say "it's only clothing" it's much more...but it's good to let go of things we love, because it makes us grow. Holding on diminishes us if we let our possessions rule our souls. The Miracle Vest is packed and ready for the post office. By the time the first readers of this page get to the end of this story, the vest will be on it's way to a woman who truly wants it...a woman who has said that having it will be like a dream come true. I'm glad I can make that a reality for her. I'm glad that my friend is enjoying her Meadow Jacket, and the value of her appreciation and friendship far exceeds the monetary value of the jacket. I'd be glad, too, if I could let go of that peplum jumper and make Cathy happy as well...but I'm not there just quite yet. As you can see, Cathy, I'm getting better at saying "no".....maybe....well.......? Keep asking, eh tita? You know I"m a pushover.
Linda (aka bluecarp)
TRUE BLUE FRIENDS It's been two months since I posted the VIEW entitled "Feeling
Blue".....in which I described how I had written and created the site from
scratch....and what had happened to me one terrible, terrible late
evening...when I lost huge chunks of Blue Fish Tales and had to piece it back
together. That night, I asked for help, thinking perhaps a few would respond. More
than a few responded. Many more. When the first batch of contributions came
in, I was gladly surprised....the words and cards meant as much to me as the
financial support...although (don't get me wrong!) the money has helped greatly.
Through Christa I was able to purchase MS FrontPage at a discount, which has
helped with the site management. I bought bluefishtales.com, and have it on hold
and a web host lined up...but I want to have a bulletin board for each page and
must also find a way to carry over the content of the postings from the boards
we have now, since there's much good information there from you that I don't want to
lose. Having spent HOURS trying to figure out how to do this, without success,
I'm now looking into hiring a web consultant to help me create a better site. It
costs money, though....about $100 per hour, I understand. But that's really not what this VIEW is about. It is about
the financial cushion many of you have provided that can allow me to consider
hiring someone to do the work. This VIEW is about those of you
who acted out of faith and love and caring...sending money to a total stranger
just because she had created something you enjoy... something that helps you in
your pursuit of "the thing" that brings you joy....that hopefully has
saved you money as you follow that bliss. I can't tell you what your
support means. To say that your actions mirror the Blue Fish way...the way
Jennifer Barclay, the founder of BF, intended the company to be....is just a
very abbreviated way of saying you are doing what not enough people in this
world do..you have taken the time to say, "I care. I have responsibilities
as a member of the larger community, beyond what my own needs are. I believe in
my own power and I know what I do can have a positive and life-affirmng effect
in the world around me. I can share what I have and I believe that people
can and want to do good whenever possible." These are the women who ARE
Blue Fish in the fullest and best sense of the phrase....they are the supporters
that make this site possible: Carol Walker Hopefully this list will not end. I can safely say that the site
is secure for at least six months....and I can probably pay for four hours of
consulting to get the site up and running under Bluefishtales.com later
this year....and your support has provided me with enough
capital to pay for web hosting that should allow a wide range of features I
can't achieve on geocities.com. And of course it's a lot easier to tell people
to log into www.bluefishtales.com! The
women listed above have donated amounts between $10 and $100...and surprisingly,
there are a solid handful at the top end. Many donated between $20 and $30, and
a bunch at $50. What I found most striking is that all these women are private
individuals...they are all Blue Fish shoppers and fans like you and me. And
that's why this site was created....to help YOU the buyers of Blue Fish...to
help you learn more about the clothing and uncover good prices....find out sale
information and share opinions about what you like and don't like about the
current line. Along the way, this site has also become quite profitable for
the retail sellers of Blue Fish, particularly the small boutiques who post sales
information here. A conversation that I had with Christa Maher crystallized the
issue for both of us. When Christa first posted photos of the then-current line
of BF she had taken at her closest BF outlet, Wildflowers in Dallas, it started
something. Readers of this site, finally able to see the ACTUAL clothing for the
first time, flooded the store with calls. Wildflowers did more business due to
those photos than they've ever done in the past. Christa was quick to point out
that she did it for YOU, the readers...and that Wildflowers did not hire her or
pay her to take those photos. Christa simply wanted to share what the clothing
looked like. But once Wildflowers proved how posting on BFTales dramatically
increased their phone sales, other retailers quickly followed suit. To oblige
shoppers, I posted phone numbers on the home page of those stores I had personal
dealings with. And then other readers of BFTales posted phone numbers and
details of sales at stores they frequented. Soon several retailers discovered
what a great place this was for them to post sale information. After all, it
guaranteed phone calls. And best of all, it was free. Which
brings me to something that I've been thinking about for quite a while, and I
felt you might want to know the rationale behind my decision-making. Blue Fish
Tales was launched on January 26th, 2000, for several reasons: Blue Fish the company had no
website; I enjoyed writing narrative about my own
BF experiences on my eBay auctions, and others responded favorably to those
stories;
and many wrote me emails with their own stories, observations, and questions. It
was clear there wae an audience for a fan-based BF website....and I, like many
of you, was aware that BF had gone through some very difficult financial crises
in recent months...and it seemed a good thing to do to spread the word about BF
and to help keep them "afloat". Although the site was first on
America Onlne, friends suggested I move it to geocities.com, because of the
features geocities offered. So in March the site moved to geocities...and that's
when it took off. I've watched the site grow from 8 hits per day to just under
300 currently. More and more people are discovering Blue Fish, thanks in part to
eBay, of all places...and many are finding Blue Fish Tales because it's now
appearing on search engines when you type in "blue fish clothing." If
you've read the message boards, you know Blue Fish Company people (i.e.Gary)
have posted that they ARE working on a site of their own...and the
company's fortunes appear to be improving. My
intent has always been to help shoppers like
myself buy Blue Fish, and often that means sharing information about where the best
prices can be had. Many of us can and do buy BF full price,
especially when we realize pieces will not last until a markdown...they are that
extraordinary....but many of us have to wait until a first or second markdown,
or even a Friends and Family Sale. I've spread the word about those sales and
have delighted in the fact that many women have come for great bargains, but
have also made great friends in the process. The first page of the website
lists the BF stores themselves and the BF concept stores that I have had
personal experience with. As you realize, the message boards are a public forum and anyone is
free to post any information. And as I mentioned earlier, several boutiques that sell BF take advantage of
this free form of advertising and post their sales information. Because my
sole intent was to provide a BF-supportive site, I only listed BF stores in the
beginning...then added a couple of concept stores. Phone numbers are always
accessible on the first page. BUT, as you can see, there are no links to other
stores on this page. There's a reason behind this. When I first put out the call
for help, the response came from individuals. And it still continues to come
from individuals. You, the buyers...namely the women listed above, are paying
for this site to exist. Blue Fish Tales has never received any financial contribution from any
retailer selling Blue Fish, including Blue Fish Clothing Company itself. Here's
the question I'm posing to you. Who should pay for this site? Should BFTales
provide direct links to retailers who sell BF other than the BF stores
themselves? I ask this because this site is clearly a very profitable place for
them to link to, yet you the readers are paying for it. I don't mind
working for YOU for free....my time continues to be donated, and your
contributions will go to pay for a monthly hosting fee once I get the dotcom
site up and running with the help of a paid consultant. But I don't wish to
work for commercial businesses for free, since the site does not receive any
support from them. Other sites on the web have those annoying pop-up screens
and ads that pay.....things I've avoided doing so far. I don't want to make
money for myself, but I do want the site to be self-sufficient. Perhaps you can
share your ideas on the message boards.... or next time you place an order with
your favorite BF retailer who posts on the boards, ask them if they support
BFTales with a monetary contribution...and if they don't, ask why they don't. A
handful of BF shoppers/readers of this site have contributed $100 to assure this
site's future. Isn't it practical to think a business can afford at least that
much? So, for that reason, you do not see any retailers
outside the BF stores or the Concept stores listed on the home page. If you DO
see retailers listed or linked in the future, you will know that that retailer
has chosen to link to BFTales and has provided financial support (as you have
done) to maintain the site and secure its future. As always, I'd like to hear
your feedback and thoughts about this. You know where to find me,
Linda (aka bluecarp) BLUE SKIES (?) "I get by with a little help from my friends...gonna try with a
little help from my friends." Some days are sunny. The flowers in the pots outside the kitchen windows
glisten in the morning dew. The coffee smells better than anything on earth has
a right to smell, and it seems as if it the sky has never known a raincloud and
never will. On those days it's enough just to sit outside on the porch with a
much-loved dog for company, and savor one's solitude. But then there are the days of rain. Unending greyness. Leaden skies and
leaden spirits. The rain isn�t always a literal rain, but a darkness that
falls when the circumstances of life are like a box closing down around us,
trapping us. Those dark days are ones nobody should face alone. Nell is facing those days alone, and has been for quite a while now. She is
losing her mother to Alzheimer's...and a woman who was once the steadying center
of Nell's life, a gentle, soft-spoken woman, has become a ranting, cursing,
venomous stranger. Those moments are one end of the spectrum. At the other end,
Nell's mother roams, looking for a house she no longer lives in, and hasn't
lived in for years...and will not stay indoors in the house she recognized as
home until recently. Nell's father is frail himself, and not in good emotional
shape...he will not acknowledge his wife's condition, and Nell is forced to make
the hard decisions that must be made. To make matters worse, Nell lives nearly two hours away from her
parents...and there is no one else to take them to doctor's appointments...no
one else to provide home cooked meals, since Nell's father refuses to accept
Meals on Wheels. So she makes the pilgrimage to her parent's house on a regular
basis, and comes away physically tired, emotionally drained. She returns home to a dark house where she lives alone, in a town she's been
in for less than a handful of years. In a sense, Nell is lucky. Not too long ago, she had a high-powered job with
good pay yet tremendous pressure. One day she picked her head up from her desk
and saw that she was possibly killing herself, working for a company that didn�t
made the world a better place. So she left that world, and deliberately chose a
life where there was time to enjoy fresh-brewed coffee on the porch and morning
dew on the lawn. She took on jobs that she was certainly overskilled for, but
she wanted to believe again in what she was working for. Nell�s most recent job had been in a tea house right down the street from
her own home...a place that she could walk to...when she learned that a company
she was familiar with was hiring. It happened to be a company she had great
faith in. Though it was close to half an hour's drive for her one way, she felt
it was worth the commute. The money wasn't better - just over minimum wage and
no benefits - but the company was known as a good corporate citizen. Decisions
seemed to be made with the good of the world in mind - not just the bottom line
and the final dollar amount. Nell got along well with the woman who would be her
supervisor, and she started working for the new company part-time with joy and
expectation. It was smooth sailing in the beginning. Nell believed in the company�s
product and interacted well with the clients who called. She was knowledgeable,
friendly, helpful, and was praised by her bosses. But during the busiest weekend
the company had seen that year, with Nell working almost singlehandedly....her
mother had a stroke. Nell knew she couldn�t work AND care for her parents, so
she explained her situation and told the company she'd have to quit. They talked
her out of leaving, and told her to take her time dealing with her personal
matters. Living alone, Nell had no one talk to about her daily struggles. Weekly
long-distance phone calls to old friends became a lifeline for Nell; they gave
her the support and comfort she wasn't getting anywhere else. As her mother's
health worsened, her friends decided to fly in to help Nell, whose stress was
more than obvious. As the rest made plans to come, one friend from Oregon flew
out almost immediately. Yet Nell�s joy at her friend�s arrival was
interrupted by a call from the company�s new manager, who told Nell she was
desperate...and could Nell work the following week? Nell agreed, but explained
that the rest of her "support system" was flying in in 2 weeks and
that she had to be off while they were in town. She received reassurances that
this would not be a problem. Nell returned without reservation, but with one concern. Because of her
sudden departure after her mother�s stroke, Nell knew her coworkers at the
company were aware of her situation. Yet nobody at work asked about her mother's
health or how Nell was doing...except for one higher-up who was not often at
Nell's workplace. However, when she did see Nell, her compassion and care made
Nell feel better. Nell had always seen this woman as the embodiment of what was
best about the company, and she was grateful for that small show of support. As per her agreement with the new manager, Nell was not scheduled to work
during the crucial 10 days of her friends� visit. In that ten days, those
friends provided the love, care and distraction that Nell needed. They took her
out to dinner, helped her with chores left undone, went to the movies, and got
her to laugh. It was medicine that worked wonders...the right dose at the right time. And
afterwards, Nell�s friends returned to their lives and Nell went back to work,
feeling much better and knowing there were people who cared enough to make time
for her. She came back with a lighter heart, and all seemed well during her
scheduled days that week. Then, at the end of the day Friday, just before the
lights went out and the door was closed, Nell's supervisor turned to her and
said she needn't return to the company. The "time away" she'd taken
had met with disapproval from the higher ups, and the supervisor said she'd been
told to let Nell go. Nell didn't know what to say. The company literature promoted itself as a
place of high spirits and good energy...where dreams and beliefs were
honored...where connection to...and caring about..the people and the world
around us was the spirit that drove the company. Or so they said. To this day, Nell still feels the sting of a dream that turned out to be an
illusion for her. She wonders if there's even a single truth to anything she
believed about the company she once worked for. She doubts she'll ever get the
answers. And she can't help recalling that, even as they shut the door on her
that final day, nobody thought to even ask about her...or her mother.
FEELING BLUE
Well, guys, I'm going to admit here and now that I feel incredibly frustrated. And blue...but not in the Blue Fish blue sense. I'm blue because, after having spent 45 minutes typing up a new VIEW, my Internet connection "timed out" and not only did I lose the new piece, I lost the entire VIEW page...and all my old postings here. I was only able to recreate the page because I have the VIEW archives page, which is linked to this. But my favorite VIEWs, including my eBay one, are now lost forever.
I'll be honest. It's hard to maintain this site. I write all my own HTML code by hand, yes, I type it all in...I don't own a web page program, so this whole process is very lengthy for me. On top of that, geocities, though lovely to work with, often screws up and times out, and what I'm working on disappears. Here's what I'm proposing, and I want to see if it flies with you. I want to dot.com this site, not only secure the name Bluefishtales.com, but also have it hosted by a secure and easy to work with host, so it'll be easy for you and everyone else in the world to find. I also want to be able to buy a webpage program to maintain this site. All this costs money. This site strives hard to provide you with information you can use, to help you purchase BF sensibly, to help you find the best sales and the best stores to shop through. I know many people have saved themselves time,heartache, and money through BFTales...by using the info here before they call the stores. I must ask you, how much is this worth to you? I don't want to charge to enter this site. I don't want to have a log-in system for payment, but I am getting stuck because this site has taken off and keeping up with it takes a lot of time and energy. Getting a webpage program will help. Having a dot.com site will help. I'd ask you to consider this...if this site is important to you, and if you'd like to help it thrive, please email me and let me know. If you can make a contribution, I'd be grateful...and I'll give you my address. This will be purely voluntary, but I would have a page of Friends of Blue Fish Tales, and with your permission, I'd list you on it. I'm asking this because I am tired, it's nearing 3 a.m., and I'm heartsick that I've lost a big chunk of the site because I'm still doing this all by hand, manually. I don't want this to happen again, because I don't want to burn out. I know you are supportive of this site, and I hope that you can help it to grow and get better. Please email me if you can help...and/or to share your thoughts and suggestions.
Linda (aka bluecarp) |