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| Oct 01, 2006 12:57 am |
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re: Been thinking about an introductions thread, so here it is |
Lili Fuller
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I've been holding off on this, trying to determine what I should show about myself. James Booth has more guts than I do. So does Topper. I'm sure it is because there comes a point in one's life where one wonders what the hell happened.
Ok, I was born in Grand Island, Nebraska, May 15, 1951. I am now 55, but thanks to genetics, I don't look anywhere near that age. My family moved to the Panama Canal Zone, where one brother was born, and then to Midland, Texas, where another brother was born. We finally ended up in Oklahoma City, which is the location of the headquarters of the FAA. My father taught engineering avionics. He was intelligent, and kind, and alcoholic, and he died when I was 14. My mother was born on an island in the Caribbean called San Andres, which is a property of Colombia. She immigrated alone to the U.S. and met my father. She developed early onset Alzheimer's disease when she was 54 and died from related complications 15 years later.
I was one of those brainy girls in high school that never went out with boys, so naturally, I married too soon, thinking I would never get another chance. It only lasted a year and a half, and my ex disappeared and hasn't seen his daughter since she was 9 months old. She is now 36 with a 9 year old, and living in Canada.
I joined the Air Force for the G.I. bill and discovered that the systems I worked with were in notes in an old federal notebook that had been my dad's. When I got out, I decided to follow in my father's footsteps and go to engineering school. When I got to my last year (after remarrying and getting a full time job), I told my husband that I needed to take a year off so that I could complete the labs that were only offered in the daytime. He told me that we couldn't afford to be without my income and that I could always get a job as a technician. This was after I scored 1500 on the SAT while in the Air Force. Needless to say, I am no longer married. When my ex called me a 41 year old underachiever, a friend recommended that I look into Mensa, and I was accepted. I hope it makes up for the lack of degree.
I've done okay for myself, but I was laid off 4 years ago, had some consulting gigs two years ago, and was diagnosed with cancer last year. Trust me, this will screw up anyone's plans. I am getting some surgery toward the end of October, and then I hope I can get work. I've been trying to get work, but I have to figure out a good euphemism for cancer so that prospective employees don't just brush me off. If you know of one, I want to hear it.Private Reply to Lili Fuller (new win) |
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