I want to begin by stating that, in all honesty, I am happy with the person I am today. Now onto the introspection:
Do you ever look at other people and wonder how they got lucky enough to live your life? The life you always thought you'd live, but somewhere along the way, your course changed and you ended up "here."
"Here" isn't a bad place, it just wasn't what you'd pictured for yourself. The sad part is, "here" is exactly where you placed yourself. All of the choices you made lead you right to where you are today. Here.
While I type this, I realize that it sounds like I'm unhappy with my life, and I truly am not, but I've found myself dwelling a lot lately on experiences and relationships that I'll likely never have. And, it kind of bums me out.
I also realize that the people who are living "my" life probably look at me and think that I've got it made. It's all about perception, right?
I have this sinking feeling deep in my heart that I'm going to wake up one day and be too old to do any of the things that I now want to do or see any of the things I want to see. And THAT scares the shit out of me. Mortality has shown it's ugly face and I spend a lot of time fighting with it.
Every day I come home to a one-bedroom apartment and two dogs. I don't share my day's experiences with anyone. I go to the gym and sweat, but I rarely interact with anyone. I watch TV and read my social media and play my Words with Friends. I have gotten accustomed to being alone, so much that I have to force myself to be around people sometimes. I know. Hard to believe, but it's true. Spiffy is a bit of a loner ...
Being off work for 5 1/2 months made me realize that I can survive anything and that I've put way too much emphasis on my career. I've focused so much on what I THOUGHT I should be or wanted that I may be missing out on experiencing LIFE. The problem is, I keep waiting around to find someone to experience life with me, and it may never happen.
I was reminded tonight of the Shel Silverstein story, "The Giving Tree." Do I ask too much of my tree? Am I being selfish?
I don't have an answer for myself right now, but I do know that I shouldn't be comparing my life to others. To quote my good buddy, Buddha, "Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without." Hopefully this "blog therapy" will help me focus on this a little more. :)
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Sunday, June 23, 2013
This Girl is on FIRE!
It's official. I'm no longer suckling off of the government teat. I got a job! Not just any job, mind you. I'm going back into radio ad sales, where my heart and passion lies.
I have always been a music junky and have always wanted to work in radio or around music. In fact, I went to the Columbia School of Broadcasting back in the early 90's because I thought that's what every DJ did ... I was naive. :)
The $3k I spent on my schooling wasn't a complete waste. I learned how to enunciate and how to properly pronounce "Moscow." (It's MOS CO, not MOS COW.) Now you know.
Fast forward to October, 2001, when my journey into radio began. Imagine: Spiffy is sitting at her desk, working as an insurance agent for AAA. It's early in the morning and Spiffy is simply miffed. She hates her job and wants something more. She's listening to her favorite radio station at the time - E105. The Joe Show (morning show at the time) was giving away a trip to New York City to promote tourism after 9-11. Spiffy enters the contest by sending an e-mail to the DJ. She tells the DJ how she's always been a big fan of Hair Metal music, yadda yadda, wit and charm, and that she'd love to win the trip.
Later that afternoon, Spiffy gets a call from Joe who told her that he LOVED her e-mail, thought she was super funny and offered her a free trip for two to New York City for a week! Spiffy jumped on the chance and took a trip that literally changed her life.
I'll go back into first person now. Third person is so pretentious. :) While on this trip, I met so many people who would impact my life. I met my ex-husband, who was the promotions guy for the station. I met my good friend, Elaine, who helped talk me into going back to radio. I met my former boss, friend and now co-worker, Janel, who also helped talk me into going back to radio. The list goes on. This trip was pivotal for me and led me to my first venture into radio sales with E105/Jack FM.
I spent 3 1/2 years working in a field that I loved, but somewhere along the way I let the grind get the best of me and I lost my spark. I was a much different person back then and, quite honestly, I didn't have as much confidence in myself as I do today. Radio sales is a tough business. If it were easy, everyone would do it because it is fun and can be very profitable.
I've been struggling for the past 5 months, wondering why no one felt I was the right fit for their company and the position. I now believe that I received all of those rejections because the universe was pushing me to return to radio. It took me a minute to receive the message, but it finally sunk in and now I feel at peace.
I know that it's going to be rough and that there will be some days that I'll just want to say fuck it and walk away, but I won't. While being unemployed for five months sucked, it taught me a huge lesson about myself: I'm stronger than I thought, I'm more resilient than I could ever imagine and the haters will continue to hate, I just have to continue to be better than them. I am in charge of my own destiny and the negative words and thoughts of others are their burden to bear, not mine.
These past few months I've received support from people who I'd never imagine would care, but they did. I'll do my best to repay them all in one way or another and I'll continue to pay it forward. I've always known, but believe even more now that positive actions bring about positive consequences.
So, I'll spend my last week of "vacation" relaxing, visiting with my friends and family and learning how to wake up before 7:30 am again. Come July 1st, watch out because this girl is ON FIRE! :)
I have always been a music junky and have always wanted to work in radio or around music. In fact, I went to the Columbia School of Broadcasting back in the early 90's because I thought that's what every DJ did ... I was naive. :)
The $3k I spent on my schooling wasn't a complete waste. I learned how to enunciate and how to properly pronounce "Moscow." (It's MOS CO, not MOS COW.) Now you know.
Fast forward to October, 2001, when my journey into radio began. Imagine: Spiffy is sitting at her desk, working as an insurance agent for AAA. It's early in the morning and Spiffy is simply miffed. She hates her job and wants something more. She's listening to her favorite radio station at the time - E105. The Joe Show (morning show at the time) was giving away a trip to New York City to promote tourism after 9-11. Spiffy enters the contest by sending an e-mail to the DJ. She tells the DJ how she's always been a big fan of Hair Metal music, yadda yadda, wit and charm, and that she'd love to win the trip.
Later that afternoon, Spiffy gets a call from Joe who told her that he LOVED her e-mail, thought she was super funny and offered her a free trip for two to New York City for a week! Spiffy jumped on the chance and took a trip that literally changed her life.
I'll go back into first person now. Third person is so pretentious. :) While on this trip, I met so many people who would impact my life. I met my ex-husband, who was the promotions guy for the station. I met my good friend, Elaine, who helped talk me into going back to radio. I met my former boss, friend and now co-worker, Janel, who also helped talk me into going back to radio. The list goes on. This trip was pivotal for me and led me to my first venture into radio sales with E105/Jack FM.
I spent 3 1/2 years working in a field that I loved, but somewhere along the way I let the grind get the best of me and I lost my spark. I was a much different person back then and, quite honestly, I didn't have as much confidence in myself as I do today. Radio sales is a tough business. If it were easy, everyone would do it because it is fun and can be very profitable.
I've been struggling for the past 5 months, wondering why no one felt I was the right fit for their company and the position. I now believe that I received all of those rejections because the universe was pushing me to return to radio. It took me a minute to receive the message, but it finally sunk in and now I feel at peace.
I know that it's going to be rough and that there will be some days that I'll just want to say fuck it and walk away, but I won't. While being unemployed for five months sucked, it taught me a huge lesson about myself: I'm stronger than I thought, I'm more resilient than I could ever imagine and the haters will continue to hate, I just have to continue to be better than them. I am in charge of my own destiny and the negative words and thoughts of others are their burden to bear, not mine.
These past few months I've received support from people who I'd never imagine would care, but they did. I'll do my best to repay them all in one way or another and I'll continue to pay it forward. I've always known, but believe even more now that positive actions bring about positive consequences.
So, I'll spend my last week of "vacation" relaxing, visiting with my friends and family and learning how to wake up before 7:30 am again. Come July 1st, watch out because this girl is ON FIRE! :)
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Superheroine or sucker??
Do you want to know how to spoil a Saturday? Well let me tell you!
Wake up after a much needed night of deep, peaceful rest, check your e-mail and read another rejection letter. It was very nice and wishes me "luck on my endeavors" just like every other good rejection, but still. Why send it on a Saturday morning?
I went back through my calendar and confirmed that I've had 9 in person interviews and 8 rejections. I just interviewed with the 9th yesterday, so here's holding onto hope that I'll finally get that elusive second interview! It's like I'm Elmer Fudd hunting wascilly wabbits or something!
I do have another interview on Tuesday with a REALLY great, solid company. Unfortunately it's a two-hour, four person interview, so yeah ... there's that to deal with ...
I'll pull out an oldie but goody cliche: what doesn't kill me makes me stronger, right? If that's the case, I'm like the SHE HULK right now! With each rejection I've received, more strength (and mistrust) develops. This She Hulk character is almost a perfect depiction of me. Just imagine she has red hair, a chubbier waist and her confidence is lying in a puddle around her feet ...
"You don't want to frustrate me ... you wouldn't like me when I'm frustrated ..."
Wake up after a much needed night of deep, peaceful rest, check your e-mail and read another rejection letter. It was very nice and wishes me "luck on my endeavors" just like every other good rejection, but still. Why send it on a Saturday morning?
I went back through my calendar and confirmed that I've had 9 in person interviews and 8 rejections. I just interviewed with the 9th yesterday, so here's holding onto hope that I'll finally get that elusive second interview! It's like I'm Elmer Fudd hunting wascilly wabbits or something!
I do have another interview on Tuesday with a REALLY great, solid company. Unfortunately it's a two-hour, four person interview, so yeah ... there's that to deal with ...
I'll pull out an oldie but goody cliche: what doesn't kill me makes me stronger, right? If that's the case, I'm like the SHE HULK right now! With each rejection I've received, more strength (and mistrust) develops. This She Hulk character is almost a perfect depiction of me. Just imagine she has red hair, a chubbier waist and her confidence is lying in a puddle around her feet ...
"You don't want to frustrate me ... you wouldn't like me when I'm frustrated ..."
Friday, April 12, 2013
Holla!
Happy Friday, friends! Hey, did you realize that EVERY day is Friday when you're unemployed?! Remember that when you're posting "Whoo hoo! It's Friday!" messages on Facebook. If you love Friday that much, you could have it every day, like me!! :)
I've officially been unemployed for three months. It's crazy to me because I've been working since I was 15 and the only time I haven't worked was that semester I went away to CMSU. Go Mules!
Ah, the salad days ... Wednesday night happy hours at the Mule Skinner led to Thursday morning hangovers in Mass Communication class; locking myself in my dorm room to stay away from the East St. Louis bitches who were threatening to throw me and my roommate out our window; hooking up with some guy at a frat party - all while making the honor roll. Gotta love college life! (SCREECH!) Back to reality ...
Being unemployed puts your life in perspective, for sure. I realize how much emphasis I've put on my education and career. I've defined myself by my job title and in the scheme of life, my title means nothing. I'm still soul searching to figure out what's REALLY important to me. I'll let you know when I get closer to figuring it out. :)
To catch you all up, I've had 16 interviews, either in person or over the phone. 16! How can anyone bomb that many interviews?! What. The. Fuck!? OK, to give myself credit, I didn't bomb all of them. Some of them I didn't want, others I'm really not sure what happened and others I'm still hoping to hear back.
I've learned throughout this process that you can't trust what people tell you. I've been told that the next process was a second interview to then find out that they hired someone right after me (this happened twice). I've been asked to interview and then had the interview canceled on me less than 24 hours later. I've been told that they will make a decision in two weeks to find out that they still haven't made a decision a month later. Mostly, I've been ignored. People are rude.
To make this process more exciting, I think I'm going to start a drinking game. Each time someone asks to speak with me, I drink. Each time someone asks to interview me, two drinks. Each time I actually interview, three drinks. If I ever get called back for a second interview, that bottle is gone! Once I get a job offer, drinks on me for everyone! OK, maybe that's a stretch, but it sounds like fun, right? Who's in?!
OK, I'm bored with all of this unemployment talk. Time to play Candy Crush.
Peace out!
I've officially been unemployed for three months. It's crazy to me because I've been working since I was 15 and the only time I haven't worked was that semester I went away to CMSU. Go Mules!
Ah, the salad days ... Wednesday night happy hours at the Mule Skinner led to Thursday morning hangovers in Mass Communication class; locking myself in my dorm room to stay away from the East St. Louis bitches who were threatening to throw me and my roommate out our window; hooking up with some guy at a frat party - all while making the honor roll. Gotta love college life! (SCREECH!) Back to reality ...
Being unemployed puts your life in perspective, for sure. I realize how much emphasis I've put on my education and career. I've defined myself by my job title and in the scheme of life, my title means nothing. I'm still soul searching to figure out what's REALLY important to me. I'll let you know when I get closer to figuring it out. :)
To catch you all up, I've had 16 interviews, either in person or over the phone. 16! How can anyone bomb that many interviews?! What. The. Fuck!? OK, to give myself credit, I didn't bomb all of them. Some of them I didn't want, others I'm really not sure what happened and others I'm still hoping to hear back.
I've learned throughout this process that you can't trust what people tell you. I've been told that the next process was a second interview to then find out that they hired someone right after me (this happened twice). I've been asked to interview and then had the interview canceled on me less than 24 hours later. I've been told that they will make a decision in two weeks to find out that they still haven't made a decision a month later. Mostly, I've been ignored. People are rude.
To make this process more exciting, I think I'm going to start a drinking game. Each time someone asks to speak with me, I drink. Each time someone asks to interview me, two drinks. Each time I actually interview, three drinks. If I ever get called back for a second interview, that bottle is gone! Once I get a job offer, drinks on me for everyone! OK, maybe that's a stretch, but it sounds like fun, right? Who's in?!
OK, I'm bored with all of this unemployment talk. Time to play Candy Crush.
Peace out!
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Om Mani Padme Hum
Hello, friends! Let's catch up on the last month, shall we?
First of all, I'm still unemployed, but I'm much closer to jumping off of the government teat, so that's a good thing! ;)
There is one job in particular that I really, really, really want and should hear about this week. I've seriously done everything that I can to get this job: I studied HARD CORE for the interview and feel like it went really well, I followed up, and even hand-delivered cupcakes with a note. If they don't appreciate my efforts, then I guess it's just not meant to be and I'll have to accept that.
Seriously, I've prepared for and studied so much that I should write a book about how to prepare for and interview for a job. Except that I haven't gotten a job yet so there's that ...
Next up, my abysmal dating life. I went out on three dates with a guy, recently, but there was quite obviously not a love connection, so I decided not to waste either of our precious time. He was very nice and smart and somewhat interesting, but I don't think he was interested in ME.
I learned a lot about him because he spoke incessantly about his job and his life, but really never asked any questions about me. I offered up information because I felt he should know who he was hanging out with, but he never asked for more. The last time we went out, I purposely quit asking questions to fill the air just to see if he would. We sat in silence and people watched for an hour. It's OK. He was REALLY skinny and I'm pretty sure I would have broken him if it ever came down to sexy time, anyway.
There was another guy who I thought that I may be interested in, but then he called me and after five minutes on the phone, I wrote it off. Hard core, huh? All it took was him telling me that he was scared to travel outside of the country because of "what's going on in the world right now" for me to write him off. Pussy.
Then there was a third guy who called me and within one minute of ever speaking with him, asked me why I hadn't had kids. Next! Let's face it; I'm not ready to date right now, anyway.
Finally, I have some heartwarming news which I feel I can share. I found out today that my dad has a girlfriend! He told me that he doesn't care if people know, so I feel comfortable writing about it.
My step mom has been gone for three years and I wondered whether my dad would ever open up his heart again and meet someone. She was the love of his life and always will be; but being the silver fox that he is, the ladies couldn't stay off his jock! OK, that's a little extreme, but he did meet a nice lady (or she sounds like she's nice) and he's happy.
They are planning a trip and he's going to fly! My dad is terrified of heights and I've never known him to fly, so this must really be a big deal. I cried when he told me it made me so happy!
Here's to a great week full of great news!
First of all, I'm still unemployed, but I'm much closer to jumping off of the government teat, so that's a good thing! ;)
There is one job in particular that I really, really, really want and should hear about this week. I've seriously done everything that I can to get this job: I studied HARD CORE for the interview and feel like it went really well, I followed up, and even hand-delivered cupcakes with a note. If they don't appreciate my efforts, then I guess it's just not meant to be and I'll have to accept that.
Seriously, I've prepared for and studied so much that I should write a book about how to prepare for and interview for a job. Except that I haven't gotten a job yet so there's that ...
Next up, my abysmal dating life. I went out on three dates with a guy, recently, but there was quite obviously not a love connection, so I decided not to waste either of our precious time. He was very nice and smart and somewhat interesting, but I don't think he was interested in ME.
I learned a lot about him because he spoke incessantly about his job and his life, but really never asked any questions about me. I offered up information because I felt he should know who he was hanging out with, but he never asked for more. The last time we went out, I purposely quit asking questions to fill the air just to see if he would. We sat in silence and people watched for an hour. It's OK. He was REALLY skinny and I'm pretty sure I would have broken him if it ever came down to sexy time, anyway.
There was another guy who I thought that I may be interested in, but then he called me and after five minutes on the phone, I wrote it off. Hard core, huh? All it took was him telling me that he was scared to travel outside of the country because of "what's going on in the world right now" for me to write him off. Pussy.
Then there was a third guy who called me and within one minute of ever speaking with him, asked me why I hadn't had kids. Next! Let's face it; I'm not ready to date right now, anyway.
Finally, I have some heartwarming news which I feel I can share. I found out today that my dad has a girlfriend! He told me that he doesn't care if people know, so I feel comfortable writing about it.
My step mom has been gone for three years and I wondered whether my dad would ever open up his heart again and meet someone. She was the love of his life and always will be; but being the silver fox that he is, the ladies couldn't stay off his jock! OK, that's a little extreme, but he did meet a nice lady (or she sounds like she's nice) and he's happy.
They are planning a trip and he's going to fly! My dad is terrified of heights and I've never known him to fly, so this must really be a big deal. I cried when he told me it made me so happy!
Here's to a great week full of great news!
Sunday, February 17, 2013
It's Warm-Fuzzy Time ...
I had a much needed GNO last night which involved a couple of beers, a lot of people watching and some kick ass music!
People watching is the best! I saw a couple of girls who were definitely going to end up bent over a bed later and/or bent over a toilet, depending on which came first. But, I digress ...
One of the girls I was out with I've known for years, but we'd never really been close. I really dig her, but I realized that I didn't know a lot about her. After our conversation last night, I vow to do a better job "knowing" my friends.
I found out that she, too, had lost her job in the past and had actually been out of work for a year and half. She understood what I was going through and gave me some great advice and encouraging words. There's something comforting in commiserating with people who've had the same experiences. It makes you feel like a little less of a loser and restores your hope that this will all work out for the best.
She suggested that I watch J.K. Rowling's Harvard commencement speech from 2008. She mentioned that the speech had a great message about finding the positive in failure and making the most out of what life dishes out. Because, let's face it, we all experience failures, some larger than others. We are defined not by our failures, but by how we bounce back and move on.
I'd like to share this with you all and hope that you'll take some time to watch it. Her message definitely touched me based on what I'm currently going through, but it's one that I feel should touch and inspire all of us in one way or another.
Peace and love, friends. And thanks, Debbie!
People watching is the best! I saw a couple of girls who were definitely going to end up bent over a bed later and/or bent over a toilet, depending on which came first. But, I digress ...
One of the girls I was out with I've known for years, but we'd never really been close. I really dig her, but I realized that I didn't know a lot about her. After our conversation last night, I vow to do a better job "knowing" my friends.
I found out that she, too, had lost her job in the past and had actually been out of work for a year and half. She understood what I was going through and gave me some great advice and encouraging words. There's something comforting in commiserating with people who've had the same experiences. It makes you feel like a little less of a loser and restores your hope that this will all work out for the best.
She suggested that I watch J.K. Rowling's Harvard commencement speech from 2008. She mentioned that the speech had a great message about finding the positive in failure and making the most out of what life dishes out. Because, let's face it, we all experience failures, some larger than others. We are defined not by our failures, but by how we bounce back and move on.
I'd like to share this with you all and hope that you'll take some time to watch it. Her message definitely touched me based on what I'm currently going through, but it's one that I feel should touch and inspire all of us in one way or another.
Peace and love, friends. And thanks, Debbie!
Friday, February 15, 2013
The Unemployment Chronicles - Membership has its Priviledges ...
For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of being on unemployment, they apparently now require everyone to check-in in-person every four weeks. I completed my first check-in today and I have to say, I feel like I need a shower after that trip.
I went to a satellite office up by the airport, so it was a little less disgusting than I'm sure it would be a their main office, but no less humiliating.
You're required to complete a profile online and answer twelve "basic assessment" questions, I guess to make sure you're not a complete, unemployable dullard. Apparently I aced the math and missed one of the reading questions - seriously? It didn't really matter, but being the over achiever that I am, I almost asked her to re-take the assessment. Almost.
There was a guy ahead of me there for his check-in. He had to bring along his girlfriend to use the computer because he didn't know how to use a computer. I'm pretty sure she really didn't know how to use a computer, either, but her struggle was much less than his.
He stunk like cigarettes and bon fire and left his smell on the seat so that I could sit in it as I met with the nice lady running the office. She and I had a laugh over how much he stunk and how dirty and nasty he was. She mentioned that his hands were covered in dirt and soot and that she "didn't know how that woman let him touch her." She said, "I'd tell him 'go wash your fuckin' hands'! Oh, Lord, forgive me!" Yes, she dropped the "F" bomb on my 4-week check in. We are now besties.
So, I'm officially a card carrying member of the Missouri Career Center Full Employment Council. Yes, they give you a card and call you a member. I'm framing this bitch when this is over, mark my words!
Happy Friday!
I went to a satellite office up by the airport, so it was a little less disgusting than I'm sure it would be a their main office, but no less humiliating.
You're required to complete a profile online and answer twelve "basic assessment" questions, I guess to make sure you're not a complete, unemployable dullard. Apparently I aced the math and missed one of the reading questions - seriously? It didn't really matter, but being the over achiever that I am, I almost asked her to re-take the assessment. Almost.
There was a guy ahead of me there for his check-in. He had to bring along his girlfriend to use the computer because he didn't know how to use a computer. I'm pretty sure she really didn't know how to use a computer, either, but her struggle was much less than his.
He stunk like cigarettes and bon fire and left his smell on the seat so that I could sit in it as I met with the nice lady running the office. She and I had a laugh over how much he stunk and how dirty and nasty he was. She mentioned that his hands were covered in dirt and soot and that she "didn't know how that woman let him touch her." She said, "I'd tell him 'go wash your fuckin' hands'! Oh, Lord, forgive me!" Yes, she dropped the "F" bomb on my 4-week check in. We are now besties.
So, I'm officially a card carrying member of the Missouri Career Center Full Employment Council. Yes, they give you a card and call you a member. I'm framing this bitch when this is over, mark my words!
Happy Friday!
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Pretty in Pink ... Isn't sheeee....
Yes, I'm still unemployed, but I've decided that I'm not going to dwell on it or write much about it tonight. I've had a couple of good interviews and the law of numbers tells me that something will fall into place soon (at least that's what I learned in my first sales position).
I am amazed at how relaxed I've felt lately. I seriously could get used to not working (as long as I had money, of course). I don't miss the stress and bullshit of the corporate world and am thinking seriously about getting out of it. One of the jobs I interviewed for would be out of the "hustle and bustle" and I hope they liked me enough to offer me the position. I think a change is in order.
I'm not naive enough to believe that I won't have stress at any job, but I promise I'll never again work for a company that considers it a sport to yell at and berate their employees. Mark my words.
So, onto the fun stuff. It's no secret that I dabble in the world of online dating from time to time. Well, to be honest, lately it's just been a lot of messages and no effort on the guy's part to actually meet me, so there has been more dabbling than "dating."
Truly, I don't know why I still do it because I seem to only meet people with commitment issues or admitted STDs. Those of you who know me know that I don't give up easily, so I think that it's become a sport to me to prove that busy NORMAL people actually can meet online. Well, I've had a new issue thrown at me - cross dressing.
I met "George" a few months ago (honestly, I don't remember his name). We chatted and started texting and playing Words with Friends. I was really busy getting ready to move, so we decided that we'd meet once I got settled. Well, once I got settled and was ready to meet, he decided that I lived too far away (whatever) so we quit talking.
He recently sent me a message but I couldn't figure out who it was from because his profile pic had changed (see the shock and horror below):
This would indicate to me that he takes cross dressing seriously. I mean look at the amount of eyeliner for fuck's sake! He's not fucking around! And the pink wig? I can only imagine the nipple shot if he'd decided to pan down ... ugh.
So, needless to say, I didn't respond to his message, nor have I asked him WHAT THE FUCK? I'm pretty open minded, but I don't want to date a guy who wears more makeup than me - PERIOD.
People, I swear, I don't make this shit up.
Peace out.
I am amazed at how relaxed I've felt lately. I seriously could get used to not working (as long as I had money, of course). I don't miss the stress and bullshit of the corporate world and am thinking seriously about getting out of it. One of the jobs I interviewed for would be out of the "hustle and bustle" and I hope they liked me enough to offer me the position. I think a change is in order.
I'm not naive enough to believe that I won't have stress at any job, but I promise I'll never again work for a company that considers it a sport to yell at and berate their employees. Mark my words.
So, onto the fun stuff. It's no secret that I dabble in the world of online dating from time to time. Well, to be honest, lately it's just been a lot of messages and no effort on the guy's part to actually meet me, so there has been more dabbling than "dating."
Truly, I don't know why I still do it because I seem to only meet people with commitment issues or admitted STDs. Those of you who know me know that I don't give up easily, so I think that it's become a sport to me to prove that busy NORMAL people actually can meet online. Well, I've had a new issue thrown at me - cross dressing.
I met "George" a few months ago (honestly, I don't remember his name). We chatted and started texting and playing Words with Friends. I was really busy getting ready to move, so we decided that we'd meet once I got settled. Well, once I got settled and was ready to meet, he decided that I lived too far away (whatever) so we quit talking.
He recently sent me a message but I couldn't figure out who it was from because his profile pic had changed (see the shock and horror below):
This would indicate to me that he takes cross dressing seriously. I mean look at the amount of eyeliner for fuck's sake! He's not fucking around! And the pink wig? I can only imagine the nipple shot if he'd decided to pan down ... ugh.
So, needless to say, I didn't respond to his message, nor have I asked him WHAT THE FUCK? I'm pretty open minded, but I don't want to date a guy who wears more makeup than me - PERIOD.
People, I swear, I don't make this shit up.
Peace out.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
The Unemployment Chronicles - Saturday Motivation
It's Groundhog Day and yes, this day feels like I've lived it 1000 times, yet it's only 9:36 am. "...I got chu babe ...."
I am surprised that I haven't really freaked out about my "job situation" yet. In my heart, I believe that everything will work out and I'll find a good, fulfilling job. I'm not willing to just take whatever's thrown at me. It's important that I continue to further my career and not just settle. The pole isn't looking good ... yet. :)
I assume that I didn't get the job I'd interviewed for since I never heard back. I thought I'd at least get an e-mail letting me know they'd decided to go in a different direction, but I guess not. I know that I tried my best, followed up, sent reasons why they should hire me, etc. If none of that worked, it wasn't meant to be and obsessing over it won't change anything.
I was thinking this morning about all of the little things that I miss about having a job. Mostly it's the freedom of spending money knowing that I'll have more later. I miss little things like going to a coffee shop and buying a nice cup of coffee and going out to eat whenever I want (example: Mexican food. I would seriously blow a hobo for some Salsa Grill right about now ...).
I miss filling up my car vs. putting in a few gallons to get by until prices go back down. I miss meeting my friends out for a drink without feeling like a leech getting free drinks. I also miss using my brain. I miss having conversations with people, not just my dogs. I don't feel useful right now and that's a frustrating feeling.
Basically, I'm not very good at being idle. What is it they say about idle hands, that the "devil finds work" for them? Well bring it on Wicked One, I'm bored! I'm kidding. I'll never get that bored.
(So that you guys understand the process behind my blog "magic," I literally just spent 5 minutes researching "idle hands" quotes and "satan nicknames." At least I wasn't looking for images this time. Oprah only knows what would have popped up!)
I did find a really good quote, though, from one of my faves, Buddah. "To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent."
I believe that diligent is one of 5 good words that describe me well. (I'll let you all come up with the other 4, and bitch had better not be one of them!). There hasn't been anything thrown at me yet that's kept me down so watch me get back up and kick some serious ass!
Remember, "Success comes in cans; failure in can'ts." It's time for my CAN of whoop ass to be opened! OK, I think I've sufficiently motivated myself for now. Time for a shower.
I am surprised that I haven't really freaked out about my "job situation" yet. In my heart, I believe that everything will work out and I'll find a good, fulfilling job. I'm not willing to just take whatever's thrown at me. It's important that I continue to further my career and not just settle. The pole isn't looking good ... yet. :)
I assume that I didn't get the job I'd interviewed for since I never heard back. I thought I'd at least get an e-mail letting me know they'd decided to go in a different direction, but I guess not. I know that I tried my best, followed up, sent reasons why they should hire me, etc. If none of that worked, it wasn't meant to be and obsessing over it won't change anything.
I was thinking this morning about all of the little things that I miss about having a job. Mostly it's the freedom of spending money knowing that I'll have more later. I miss little things like going to a coffee shop and buying a nice cup of coffee and going out to eat whenever I want (example: Mexican food. I would seriously blow a hobo for some Salsa Grill right about now ...).
I miss filling up my car vs. putting in a few gallons to get by until prices go back down. I miss meeting my friends out for a drink without feeling like a leech getting free drinks. I also miss using my brain. I miss having conversations with people, not just my dogs. I don't feel useful right now and that's a frustrating feeling.
Basically, I'm not very good at being idle. What is it they say about idle hands, that the "devil finds work" for them? Well bring it on Wicked One, I'm bored! I'm kidding. I'll never get that bored.
(So that you guys understand the process behind my blog "magic," I literally just spent 5 minutes researching "idle hands" quotes and "satan nicknames." At least I wasn't looking for images this time. Oprah only knows what would have popped up!)
I did find a really good quote, though, from one of my faves, Buddah. "To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent."
I believe that diligent is one of 5 good words that describe me well. (I'll let you all come up with the other 4, and bitch had better not be one of them!). There hasn't been anything thrown at me yet that's kept me down so watch me get back up and kick some serious ass!
Remember, "Success comes in cans; failure in can'ts." It's time for my CAN of whoop ass to be opened! OK, I think I've sufficiently motivated myself for now. Time for a shower.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
The Unemployment Chronicles - blah blah blah
I've officially been unemployed for two weeks. I've grown into a steady routine of waking up, hitting the gym, then applying for jobs. I'm telling you, there are actually a lot of jobs out there that I'm qualified for and would likely enjoy, but it's a BITCH getting anyone to call you back! I've never had this much trouble getting someone's attention. Maybe I should flash my tits ... that always seems to work. I kid. :)
Remember that job interview I had a week and a half ago? I found out this morning that the decision maker has been sick, which is why I haven't heard about the job - YET. I received an e-mail from the HR lady letting me know I should hear by the end of the week. I'm still feeling pretty good about my chances - cross whatever you've got for good luck and send it my way!
Random thought: I saw a commercial tonight for a new dating site called "blackpeoplemeet.com." Seriously? Is it necessary to create a website specifically to encourage inter-racial dating? What if someone created "whitepeoplemeet.com"? Oh wait ... it does exist. It's called the KKK. (ba dum dum).
Don't get me wrong, I'm well versed in online dating and I know first hand that it is extremely difficult to meet people online with which we have any interest in, let alone much in common. But, there is something about the site that rubs me the wrong way. Oh well. Good luck to them!
(Note: I was trying to think of something witty and smart assed to say about a crush that I have on a hot black actor so I Googled images of "hot black guys" to help me with my writers block. Apparently the Interwebs felt that I was looking for hot "naked" black guys ... Whoa.)
On that note, I'll leave you all to decide whether you want to Google and find out for yourselves. ;) Peace out.
Remember that job interview I had a week and a half ago? I found out this morning that the decision maker has been sick, which is why I haven't heard about the job - YET. I received an e-mail from the HR lady letting me know I should hear by the end of the week. I'm still feeling pretty good about my chances - cross whatever you've got for good luck and send it my way!
Random thought: I saw a commercial tonight for a new dating site called "blackpeoplemeet.com." Seriously? Is it necessary to create a website specifically to encourage inter-racial dating? What if someone created "whitepeoplemeet.com"? Oh wait ... it does exist. It's called the KKK. (ba dum dum).
Don't get me wrong, I'm well versed in online dating and I know first hand that it is extremely difficult to meet people online with which we have any interest in, let alone much in common. But, there is something about the site that rubs me the wrong way. Oh well. Good luck to them!
(Note: I was trying to think of something witty and smart assed to say about a crush that I have on a hot black actor so I Googled images of "hot black guys" to help me with my writers block. Apparently the Interwebs felt that I was looking for hot "naked" black guys ... Whoa.)
On that note, I'll leave you all to decide whether you want to Google and find out for yourselves. ;) Peace out.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
The Unemployment Chronicles - one long weekend
Hey friends, it's Sunday! I'm telling you that so that I can keep track of what day it is, not because I think you're all lacking in access to a calendar.
I'm beginning to feel a little like Chuck in Castaway. I haven't yet started having conversations with balls (well, there was that guy this weekend ... I kid ...), but I do feel like I need to make a concerted effort to keep track of which day it is because they've begun to blur together. Boo hoo. Suck it up, Spiffy!
When I talk to my friends about my "present predicament," they all tell me, "It will be OK." I want to say, "How do you know? Do you have a direct line to Ms. Cleo?" I know that they all mean well, but it could end up being "not OK."
I mean seriously, I'm sure the majority of the homeless people we pass on the streets each day thought they would be OK, too. But, instead, they're wearing 2nd hand, K-Mart panties, using cigarette ashes for eyeliner and eating pork-n-beans for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I REFUSE TO WEAR K-MART PANTIES!
Maybe my disdain for anything K-Mart or ash-related will be the spark I need make sure that everything is, in fact, OK. It's a weird, scary feeling to not know whether things will truly be "OK."
Out of the pity pool and onto the fun stuff, Debbie Downer! I had a really good weekend. I had some good laughs and drinks with my friends and caught up with an old friend who I haven't seen in years. He filled my head with stories of my high school debauchery that I don't remember, but that I don't doubt either. We had a lot of fun in high school, but I am thankful that I don't have a daughter like me. :)
Tomorrow is Monday and let's hope that it's HIRE DAY! Positive thoughts!
xoxo
I'm beginning to feel a little like Chuck in Castaway. I haven't yet started having conversations with balls (well, there was that guy this weekend ... I kid ...), but I do feel like I need to make a concerted effort to keep track of which day it is because they've begun to blur together. Boo hoo. Suck it up, Spiffy!
When I talk to my friends about my "present predicament," they all tell me, "It will be OK." I want to say, "How do you know? Do you have a direct line to Ms. Cleo?" I know that they all mean well, but it could end up being "not OK."
I mean seriously, I'm sure the majority of the homeless people we pass on the streets each day thought they would be OK, too. But, instead, they're wearing 2nd hand, K-Mart panties, using cigarette ashes for eyeliner and eating pork-n-beans for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I REFUSE TO WEAR K-MART PANTIES!
Maybe my disdain for anything K-Mart or ash-related will be the spark I need make sure that everything is, in fact, OK. It's a weird, scary feeling to not know whether things will truly be "OK."
Out of the pity pool and onto the fun stuff, Debbie Downer! I had a really good weekend. I had some good laughs and drinks with my friends and caught up with an old friend who I haven't seen in years. He filled my head with stories of my high school debauchery that I don't remember, but that I don't doubt either. We had a lot of fun in high school, but I am thankful that I don't have a daughter like me. :)
Tomorrow is Monday and let's hope that it's HIRE DAY! Positive thoughts!
xoxo
Friday, January 25, 2013
The Unemployment Chronicles ... is it Friday yet?
Yes, it's Friday and no, I didn't hear about the job. DAMNIT!
Those of you who know me know that if I want something, I do my best to MAKE IT HAPPEN (case in point: Professor Dan). So, I sent an e-mail today to the lady who interviewed me asking for the job and giving her 5 reasons why she should hire me. I also sent an e-mail last Friday to one of the other ladies who interviewed me giving her some ideas about a chart she was creating. If these efforts don't work, I'm not meant to get this job!
I also decided to start paying it forward this morning with random acts of kindness. The surest way to feel good about life is to make others happy (that, and win the lottery, but I digress ...). I'm hoping it starts a boomerang effect in my life - we'll see!
I wrote a bunch of nice, encouraging notes and signed them "Paying it forward." I left a couple on cars in parking lots and stuck a couple into lockers at the gym. When I got back to my locker, someone who got my note decided to "pay it forward" with my note and gave it back to me. :) At least I inspired an act of kindness, huh? It's crazy, but I was freaked out that people were going to think I was vandalizing cars, so I didn't leave as many on cars as I'd planned to.
Random story that has nothing to do with anything: I was pulling into the gym yesterday morning and noticed a tall, scraggly looking guy walking out of HyVee carrying nothing but a box of Brillo pads. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about this, but when I was married to the crack head back in 90's I learned the hard way that Brillo pads are used to line crack pipes! Someone was gonna get weightless! Or, maybe he was going to "clean the brake lines" on the 4-wheeler like my ex-husband claimed he was doing ... whatever.
That's all I've got for now. Keep on keepin' on, friends. :)
Those of you who know me know that if I want something, I do my best to MAKE IT HAPPEN (case in point: Professor Dan). So, I sent an e-mail today to the lady who interviewed me asking for the job and giving her 5 reasons why she should hire me. I also sent an e-mail last Friday to one of the other ladies who interviewed me giving her some ideas about a chart she was creating. If these efforts don't work, I'm not meant to get this job!
I also decided to start paying it forward this morning with random acts of kindness. The surest way to feel good about life is to make others happy (that, and win the lottery, but I digress ...). I'm hoping it starts a boomerang effect in my life - we'll see!
I wrote a bunch of nice, encouraging notes and signed them "Paying it forward." I left a couple on cars in parking lots and stuck a couple into lockers at the gym. When I got back to my locker, someone who got my note decided to "pay it forward" with my note and gave it back to me. :) At least I inspired an act of kindness, huh? It's crazy, but I was freaked out that people were going to think I was vandalizing cars, so I didn't leave as many on cars as I'd planned to.
Random story that has nothing to do with anything: I was pulling into the gym yesterday morning and noticed a tall, scraggly looking guy walking out of HyVee carrying nothing but a box of Brillo pads. Normally, I wouldn't think twice about this, but when I was married to the crack head back in 90's I learned the hard way that Brillo pads are used to line crack pipes! Someone was gonna get weightless! Or, maybe he was going to "clean the brake lines" on the 4-wheeler like my ex-husband claimed he was doing ... whatever.
That's all I've got for now. Keep on keepin' on, friends. :)
Thursday, January 24, 2013
The Unemployment Chronicles ... the days are all blurring together
It's only been a little over a week, but I'm already bored to death and ready to go back to work. I think I could handle being independently wealthy and not NEEDING to work, but being independently broke and NEEDING to work is for the birds!
I am spending WAY too much time with my dogs. While I love them, I can't handle the constant staring and willing me to play with them. On a positive note, they aren't waking me up at 7:30 for no reason, so I've got that going for me.
I have made it a point to hit the gym each day and I feel good about that. There are a lot of old people and younger guys at the gym during the day. Go figure! Maybe I should scope out a Sugar Daddy, huh? Nah.
I've become hooked on The Ellen Show and am now obsessing over visiting the show. Also, she's giving away a trip to Australia, so I seriously submitted my story as to why I should win a trip. I've become a prize pig.
Moving on to the job hunt, I haven't heard from the job that I interviewed for last week - yet. They told me that I should hear something by the end of the week, so I'm holding onto hope that I'll get news tomorrow. I wasn't sweating it last week, but I'm officially sweating like a pig over it this week. I am still asking for all of your positive thoughts and, if you feel like sending them to me, your prayers. We all have our own higher power that we look to, so call in a favor for me, would ya??
So, worst case scenario, let's say this job opportunity falls through. I've got my resume out to many other places and I'll keep on keepin' on, but I have to tell you, I may freak out for a few minutes.
I have made a promise to myself that if I get this job, I'm immediately applying for my passport and I'm going to take a trip out of the country. I keep talking about it, but life is too short not to DO IT!
I had lunch with an old friend of mine yesterday and told him that I believed the universe was trying to tell me something. I knew that I wasn't happy at that job and I've always felt like I was meant for more than what I was doing. I'm just having a hard time figuring out what I'm meant to do. I'm looking for signs!
I've always thought it would be cool to live somewhere else, so maybe I'm meant to relocate? I really enjoyed visiting the Bahamas on my cruise, maybe I'm meant to braid hair on the island, huh? I have been practicing my fish-tail braiding skills ...
One thing is for sure, once I get my feet back under me, I'm paying back and paying forward all of the kindness I've received from my friends. Thank you all so much for the job suggestions, free lunches, free drinks and shoulders to cry on. I love and appreciate you all!
I am spending WAY too much time with my dogs. While I love them, I can't handle the constant staring and willing me to play with them. On a positive note, they aren't waking me up at 7:30 for no reason, so I've got that going for me.
I have made it a point to hit the gym each day and I feel good about that. There are a lot of old people and younger guys at the gym during the day. Go figure! Maybe I should scope out a Sugar Daddy, huh? Nah.
I've become hooked on The Ellen Show and am now obsessing over visiting the show. Also, she's giving away a trip to Australia, so I seriously submitted my story as to why I should win a trip. I've become a prize pig.
Moving on to the job hunt, I haven't heard from the job that I interviewed for last week - yet. They told me that I should hear something by the end of the week, so I'm holding onto hope that I'll get news tomorrow. I wasn't sweating it last week, but I'm officially sweating like a pig over it this week. I am still asking for all of your positive thoughts and, if you feel like sending them to me, your prayers. We all have our own higher power that we look to, so call in a favor for me, would ya??
So, worst case scenario, let's say this job opportunity falls through. I've got my resume out to many other places and I'll keep on keepin' on, but I have to tell you, I may freak out for a few minutes.
I have made a promise to myself that if I get this job, I'm immediately applying for my passport and I'm going to take a trip out of the country. I keep talking about it, but life is too short not to DO IT!
I had lunch with an old friend of mine yesterday and told him that I believed the universe was trying to tell me something. I knew that I wasn't happy at that job and I've always felt like I was meant for more than what I was doing. I'm just having a hard time figuring out what I'm meant to do. I'm looking for signs!
I've always thought it would be cool to live somewhere else, so maybe I'm meant to relocate? I really enjoyed visiting the Bahamas on my cruise, maybe I'm meant to braid hair on the island, huh? I have been practicing my fish-tail braiding skills ...
One thing is for sure, once I get my feet back under me, I'm paying back and paying forward all of the kindness I've received from my friends. Thank you all so much for the job suggestions, free lunches, free drinks and shoulders to cry on. I love and appreciate you all!
Thursday, January 17, 2013
The Unemployment Chronicles - Dia' Tres
I thought I'd add a little "international flair" to the title for all of my bilingual friends. You're welcome.
So, once again, today was a good day. I haven't hit the panic wall yet and I'm working hard to focus on the positives.
Unfortunately, I'm walking around like a fucking pirate with a peg leg because I jacked up my knee doing YOGA on Tuesday. I can barely bend it and can't put any pressure on it which, as my bestie Jen pointed out, will put a HUGE cramp in my social life ... if you know what I mean. You know, because I SPEND SO MUCH TIME ON MY KNEES! Gotta love my girl, Jen. Always knows how to make me feel special. :) xoxo
I'm not going to chronicle the hours today, just give you a broad overview of the events. Nothing new in the morning, but I had a two and a half hour interview in the afternoon!
I'm super pumped about this company! I found the position on LinkedIn and had sent in my resume about a month ago. They called me last week and sat up a phone interview for, coincidentally enough, the day I got axed. Perfect timing if I do say so myself!
I met with three people, the woman who would be my boss, a manager of a department I would work with closely and the VP. I loved the atmosphere and the "feel" of the place and everyone I met was very nice.
They put me through the usual gamut of questions: what are your strengths and weaknesses, what did you like most and least about your jobs/supervisors/duties, why did you leave, etc. Like I usually do when I'm nervous about a situation, I channeled my "inner Oprah" and rocked their socks off! I almost wanted to jump up on the chair and start shouting "You get Kelly, and YOU get Kelly and hey, guess what YOU GET KELLY TOO!" Thankfully, I shook that urge off and kept it cool.
Before I left, they told me that they really liked me and that they had a couple more people to meet with early next week, but I should hear something no later than next Friday. While it was a grueling interview, they know how to knock it out in one shot!
Please send your positive thoughts my way, I really want this to work out. Mama wouldn't look good holding a sign on a street corner ...
So, once again, today was a good day. I haven't hit the panic wall yet and I'm working hard to focus on the positives.
Unfortunately, I'm walking around like a fucking pirate with a peg leg because I jacked up my knee doing YOGA on Tuesday. I can barely bend it and can't put any pressure on it which, as my bestie Jen pointed out, will put a HUGE cramp in my social life ... if you know what I mean. You know, because I SPEND SO MUCH TIME ON MY KNEES! Gotta love my girl, Jen. Always knows how to make me feel special. :) xoxo
I'm not going to chronicle the hours today, just give you a broad overview of the events. Nothing new in the morning, but I had a two and a half hour interview in the afternoon!
I'm super pumped about this company! I found the position on LinkedIn and had sent in my resume about a month ago. They called me last week and sat up a phone interview for, coincidentally enough, the day I got axed. Perfect timing if I do say so myself!
I met with three people, the woman who would be my boss, a manager of a department I would work with closely and the VP. I loved the atmosphere and the "feel" of the place and everyone I met was very nice.
They put me through the usual gamut of questions: what are your strengths and weaknesses, what did you like most and least about your jobs/supervisors/duties, why did you leave, etc. Like I usually do when I'm nervous about a situation, I channeled my "inner Oprah" and rocked their socks off! I almost wanted to jump up on the chair and start shouting "You get Kelly, and YOU get Kelly and hey, guess what YOU GET KELLY TOO!" Thankfully, I shook that urge off and kept it cool.
Before I left, they told me that they really liked me and that they had a couple more people to meet with early next week, but I should hear something no later than next Friday. While it was a grueling interview, they know how to knock it out in one shot!
Please send your positive thoughts my way, I really want this to work out. Mama wouldn't look good holding a sign on a street corner ...
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
The Unemployment Chronicles - Day Two
In the words of the one and only Ice Cube, today was a good day. My chronicles aren't going to be that exciting, but I think it's necessary to dispel the assumption that I lead some kind of outrageous, wild and crazy single life.
8:00 am: Time to pee. Check WWF to see if Jeremy is catching up to me (not yet). Fall back asleep.
9:00 am: I finally drag my ass out of bed. All of you early risers - SUCK IT!
9:15 am: I feed the dogs, throw on some sweatpants, throw my hair up in a pony and take the dogs outside. I pick up two piles of poo because Zoie decides it's a double-deuce morning. Asia spends her time sniffing out rabbits.
9:25 am: I discover that Asia waited to poo until she came back inside. I clean up more poo. Sonofabitch.
9:30 am: I applied for deferment on my student loans. I feel a little like a loser, but whatever. They'll have my money for the rest of my fucking life. Taking a couple of months off isn't going to change anything!
10:00 am: Shower. Curl hair, put on make up. I will not lay around and look like a slob just because I could be homeless in 30 days!
11:00 am: I eat a bowl of cereal and a cutie. Cuties are for kids! Whatever.
11:30 am: I head to America's Contacts and Eyeglasses to pick up my prescription so that I can order contacts before my insurance expires. The rude chick gives me my prescription. I wanted to tell her that I could have her job, but I realized that I really don't want her job.
12:00 pm: After fighting with my phone GPS for 15 minutes, I inadvertently run into the JcPenney and realize they accept my VSP. After speaking with the nice lady, it turns out they won't accept my ACE prescription after all, so I make an appointment to start all over again.
In the meantime, I check my e-mail and see that I've been invited to an interview tomorrow afternoon! I do a quick happy dance and head out.
12:30 pm: I stop by the Walmarts and pick up some necessities, including toilet paper. Providing I have no heavy ass-wiping company over in the next 30 days, I should be stocked.
1:00 pm: I come home, eat a quick, healthy lunch and start working on the "Career History" form that they want me to send to them. I work on it until 3:00, then head out for my eye exam.
3:30 pm: Have the longest eye exam with the nicest lady I've ever met. I left with a nice, new pair of contacts and 6-months worth being shipped to me. Got it all for $35. Yeah for VSP!
5:05 pm: Get home, feed the hounds again, blah, blah, pick up poo, blah blah.
6:00 pm: Eat dinner and work on finishing the career form. After about two hours and what I believe is sheer perfection, I realized that I'd never saved the fucker to my actual computer, it's out there in temporary file land. Unfortunately, I didn't realize this until I'd closed the document.
8:30 pm: I start all over on the career history form from HELL!
10:45 pm: I finish the fucking form and send it off. I've also finished off at least 3 glasses of wine by now and hope that I didn't get too loosey-goosey in my answers...
Tomorrow is a big day for me! I have to be charming, interesting and intelligent. Oh wait ... I'm all of those things already. ;)
Trying to stay positive, people ... with any luck, I'll have a job before my first unemployment check arrives! Fingers crossed for me!
8:00 am: Time to pee. Check WWF to see if Jeremy is catching up to me (not yet). Fall back asleep.
9:00 am: I finally drag my ass out of bed. All of you early risers - SUCK IT!
9:15 am: I feed the dogs, throw on some sweatpants, throw my hair up in a pony and take the dogs outside. I pick up two piles of poo because Zoie decides it's a double-deuce morning. Asia spends her time sniffing out rabbits.
9:25 am: I discover that Asia waited to poo until she came back inside. I clean up more poo. Sonofabitch.
9:30 am: I applied for deferment on my student loans. I feel a little like a loser, but whatever. They'll have my money for the rest of my fucking life. Taking a couple of months off isn't going to change anything!
10:00 am: Shower. Curl hair, put on make up. I will not lay around and look like a slob just because I could be homeless in 30 days!
11:00 am: I eat a bowl of cereal and a cutie. Cuties are for kids! Whatever.
11:30 am: I head to America's Contacts and Eyeglasses to pick up my prescription so that I can order contacts before my insurance expires. The rude chick gives me my prescription. I wanted to tell her that I could have her job, but I realized that I really don't want her job.
12:00 pm: After fighting with my phone GPS for 15 minutes, I inadvertently run into the JcPenney and realize they accept my VSP. After speaking with the nice lady, it turns out they won't accept my ACE prescription after all, so I make an appointment to start all over again.
In the meantime, I check my e-mail and see that I've been invited to an interview tomorrow afternoon! I do a quick happy dance and head out.
12:30 pm: I stop by the Walmarts and pick up some necessities, including toilet paper. Providing I have no heavy ass-wiping company over in the next 30 days, I should be stocked.
1:00 pm: I come home, eat a quick, healthy lunch and start working on the "Career History" form that they want me to send to them. I work on it until 3:00, then head out for my eye exam.
3:30 pm: Have the longest eye exam with the nicest lady I've ever met. I left with a nice, new pair of contacts and 6-months worth being shipped to me. Got it all for $35. Yeah for VSP!
5:05 pm: Get home, feed the hounds again, blah, blah, pick up poo, blah blah.
6:00 pm: Eat dinner and work on finishing the career form. After about two hours and what I believe is sheer perfection, I realized that I'd never saved the fucker to my actual computer, it's out there in temporary file land. Unfortunately, I didn't realize this until I'd closed the document.
8:30 pm: I start all over on the career history form from HELL!
10:45 pm: I finish the fucking form and send it off. I've also finished off at least 3 glasses of wine by now and hope that I didn't get too loosey-goosey in my answers...
Tomorrow is a big day for me! I have to be charming, interesting and intelligent. Oh wait ... I'm all of those things already. ;)
Trying to stay positive, people ... with any luck, I'll have a job before my first unemployment check arrives! Fingers crossed for me!
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
The Unemployment Chronicles - Day One
If you've followed me at all, you know that I've been frustrated with my employer for quite some time ... like since the first week I started. I decided to suck it up and stick it out a year so that I could gain the experience, and ultimately I'm glad that I did.
Unfortunately, on Monday I was told by my manager that they "decided it would be my last day." There wasn't a reason given but, as I was told by my manager, "it's a right to hire state and she doesn't need a reason to fire me." Suck it you soulless bitch.
Honestly, I'm not too worried. I know that I am smart and I'm good at what I do. I am viewing this as a chance for new beginnings. I thought that 2012 was going to be a good year and it turned out to be pretty mediocre at best. 2013 is time for me to shine!
I'm so lucky and grateful to have such great friends. I've had several of my friends send me great referrals and I have followed up on all of them. I've already had a really good phone interview and should have a face-to-face interview with the same company next week. I'm hoping that I won't be out of work for more than 30 days. Fingers crossed!
Since I've got some spare time on my hands, I thought I should go ahead and kick off the "Unemployment Chronicles." I'm sure that I'm not the only person who has been screwed over by their employer and found themselves considering stealing toilet paper from a QT to save what little money they have. Maybe I can offer someone a little comfort knowing that they aren't alone in this big, bad world. :) Here we go!
Random thoughts that have crossed my mind in the past 24-hours:
2:40 am: I'm awoken by a loud "bang" in the front room. I sprung from my bed (to see what was the matter) and found two chubby bulldogs turning my front room into a trash party. I proceeded to clean up the trash without kicking either of their asses and went back to bed.
8:00 am: I wake up and finally feel a bit of panic. I suck it up, feed the hounds and decide that I will hit the gym every morning to help put my day in perspective and settle my mind.
9:30 am: Yoga. It's been almost a friggin year since I've taken yoga and I'm not as flexible as I used to be. Note to self- take more yoga.
10:30 am: Get text from my friend Sean who offers up my first "pity lunch." I take him up on his offer. Yeah for friends with jobs!
2:00 pm: I get home from lunch and feel like I may finally be coming down with the flu. I decide to take a nap. zzzzz
4:30 pm: I wake up. No flu. Phew!
6:00 pm: I complete a test/survey for a potential new employer. I kick ass.
You get the picture. I feel pretty good about unemployment - day one. Let's hope that I can make tomorrow just as productive.
Unfortunately, on Monday I was told by my manager that they "decided it would be my last day." There wasn't a reason given but, as I was told by my manager, "it's a right to hire state and she doesn't need a reason to fire me." Suck it you soulless bitch.
Honestly, I'm not too worried. I know that I am smart and I'm good at what I do. I am viewing this as a chance for new beginnings. I thought that 2012 was going to be a good year and it turned out to be pretty mediocre at best. 2013 is time for me to shine!
I'm so lucky and grateful to have such great friends. I've had several of my friends send me great referrals and I have followed up on all of them. I've already had a really good phone interview and should have a face-to-face interview with the same company next week. I'm hoping that I won't be out of work for more than 30 days. Fingers crossed!
Since I've got some spare time on my hands, I thought I should go ahead and kick off the "Unemployment Chronicles." I'm sure that I'm not the only person who has been screwed over by their employer and found themselves considering stealing toilet paper from a QT to save what little money they have. Maybe I can offer someone a little comfort knowing that they aren't alone in this big, bad world. :) Here we go!
Random thoughts that have crossed my mind in the past 24-hours:
- Maybe I should just start sucking off the teet of the government and go on welfare ... Unfortunately, I don't know the first thing about taking a handout. Damnit.
- Fuck it. I'm going to cash out my 401k and invest in something. I would make a much better boss than anyone I've ever worked for. Now, what to invest in???
- Fuck it. I'm going to cash out my 401k and finally write the book that everyone tells me I should write. Or, maybe I can become a professional blogger. How much do you think the Bloggess makes??
- Fuck it. I'm going to cash out my 401k and relocate somewhere. I'm tired of KC anyway. Now, where to go??
- I wonder how long will it take to eat all of the food in my fridge?? Maybe I'll just eat once per day ... I am trying to lose weight ...
2:40 am: I'm awoken by a loud "bang" in the front room. I sprung from my bed (to see what was the matter) and found two chubby bulldogs turning my front room into a trash party. I proceeded to clean up the trash without kicking either of their asses and went back to bed.
8:00 am: I wake up and finally feel a bit of panic. I suck it up, feed the hounds and decide that I will hit the gym every morning to help put my day in perspective and settle my mind.
9:30 am: Yoga. It's been almost a friggin year since I've taken yoga and I'm not as flexible as I used to be. Note to self- take more yoga.
10:30 am: Get text from my friend Sean who offers up my first "pity lunch." I take him up on his offer. Yeah for friends with jobs!
2:00 pm: I get home from lunch and feel like I may finally be coming down with the flu. I decide to take a nap. zzzzz
4:30 pm: I wake up. No flu. Phew!
6:00 pm: I complete a test/survey for a potential new employer. I kick ass.
You get the picture. I feel pretty good about unemployment - day one. Let's hope that I can make tomorrow just as productive.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Spiffy's New Year's Introspection ...
Fair warning, this one is going to be long and deep (that's what he said ...). :/ But, seriously, I feel like disecting myself this morning and what better place to pull back the fatty layers than right here in front of my 10s of readers, huh?
I graduated from college after six LONG years of work on December 10, 2011. I jumped into 2012 with open arms and quickly got a great job in a field I'd always wanted to work in and started a relationship with an old friend who I thought would be around forever.
The job has been rough and rocky since day one, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Although I seriously thought that it caused me to stroke out a few times. I do know that this job has contributed to my 2012 ass & waist expansion which is NO bueno! Today I resolve to do a better job of balancing my work and health.
The relationship lasted until July and suddenly ended, with little-to-no explanation. That one was rough to get over. I battled through a lot of hatred and waded around in a pity pool for so long that my fingers are still slightly pruned!
He still feels it necessary to send me random text messages like nothing ever happened. I knew I was finally over him and ready to move on when I could just delete the messages without responding. I have nothing left to say to him. Today I resolve to keep my heart open to the possibility of love and not let losers like him ruin me.
While I believe that getting my college degree was the best thing I could have ever done for myself, the student loan payments are really putting a cramp in my lifestyle. :) I had to find a cheaper place to live in October and ended up in this medium-sized white box. I am thankful that I only have to live here for another 10 months and will once again ramble on and find a new place to live. I'm surprised that my friends don't refer to me as a Nomad as much as I move around! Quite honestly, I hate moving and really want to find a permanent place to live. Today I resolve to make 2013 the year that I buy my own house. I'm finally going to commit to something! :)
I have always wanted to travel abroad and resolve to make it happen in 2013! I have an open invitation to visit some of my good friends who moved to Australia this year and it's time to take them up on their offer. Who knows, maybe I'll get there, meet the Aussie of my dreams, kiss my job good bye and spend the rest of my days down under! A girl can dream ...
I've lost touch with some important people in my life this past year, which makes me sad. I really don't believe that we were only friends based on our proximity (work), so I resolve to make a bigger effort to spend more time with them this year. I hope they make the same effort. :)
Remember the new guy I've been talking about and how I was nervous about asking him what our "status" was? Well, apparently I should have had the conversation sooner than the day before yesterday because when I asked, he told me that he is still dating other women and wants to "keep his options open." While I appreciate it his honesty, his answer was a HUGE bummer.
It seems to me that as a person in their 40's, we've have many years of options and that at this point we know what our options are. Maybe that's (one of the) differences between guys and girls: we know when something is good and they think the grass will always be greener.
During our conversation, he made a very insightful statement: relationships go one of two places (commitment or no where). Since he wasn't open to the possibility of our relationship going further, I decided that it was pointless to keep spinning my wheels and risk getting even more emotionally attached to him. Again, HUGE bummer. I really, really liked him.
So here it is. I have 365 days to make this an awesome year! No more regrets. No more "what ifs." I will not allow my job to define me. I will not allow the negativity of others to change what I know to be true about myself. I will not allow failed attempts to make me falter on my goals. I will make this year my bitch!
Happy New Year, friends. I have love for all of you!
I graduated from college after six LONG years of work on December 10, 2011. I jumped into 2012 with open arms and quickly got a great job in a field I'd always wanted to work in and started a relationship with an old friend who I thought would be around forever.
The job has been rough and rocky since day one, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Although I seriously thought that it caused me to stroke out a few times. I do know that this job has contributed to my 2012 ass & waist expansion which is NO bueno! Today I resolve to do a better job of balancing my work and health.
The relationship lasted until July and suddenly ended, with little-to-no explanation. That one was rough to get over. I battled through a lot of hatred and waded around in a pity pool for so long that my fingers are still slightly pruned!
He still feels it necessary to send me random text messages like nothing ever happened. I knew I was finally over him and ready to move on when I could just delete the messages without responding. I have nothing left to say to him. Today I resolve to keep my heart open to the possibility of love and not let losers like him ruin me.
While I believe that getting my college degree was the best thing I could have ever done for myself, the student loan payments are really putting a cramp in my lifestyle. :) I had to find a cheaper place to live in October and ended up in this medium-sized white box. I am thankful that I only have to live here for another 10 months and will once again ramble on and find a new place to live. I'm surprised that my friends don't refer to me as a Nomad as much as I move around! Quite honestly, I hate moving and really want to find a permanent place to live. Today I resolve to make 2013 the year that I buy my own house. I'm finally going to commit to something! :)
I have always wanted to travel abroad and resolve to make it happen in 2013! I have an open invitation to visit some of my good friends who moved to Australia this year and it's time to take them up on their offer. Who knows, maybe I'll get there, meet the Aussie of my dreams, kiss my job good bye and spend the rest of my days down under! A girl can dream ...
I've lost touch with some important people in my life this past year, which makes me sad. I really don't believe that we were only friends based on our proximity (work), so I resolve to make a bigger effort to spend more time with them this year. I hope they make the same effort. :)
Remember the new guy I've been talking about and how I was nervous about asking him what our "status" was? Well, apparently I should have had the conversation sooner than the day before yesterday because when I asked, he told me that he is still dating other women and wants to "keep his options open." While I appreciate it his honesty, his answer was a HUGE bummer.
It seems to me that as a person in their 40's, we've have many years of options and that at this point we know what our options are. Maybe that's (one of the) differences between guys and girls: we know when something is good and they think the grass will always be greener.
During our conversation, he made a very insightful statement: relationships go one of two places (commitment or no where). Since he wasn't open to the possibility of our relationship going further, I decided that it was pointless to keep spinning my wheels and risk getting even more emotionally attached to him. Again, HUGE bummer. I really, really liked him.
So here it is. I have 365 days to make this an awesome year! No more regrets. No more "what ifs." I will not allow my job to define me. I will not allow the negativity of others to change what I know to be true about myself. I will not allow failed attempts to make me falter on my goals. I will make this year my bitch!
Happy New Year, friends. I have love for all of you!
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