Breathe and Reboot

I glanced at my phone and saw the e-mail and for a moment, I froze. There it was, this was it. just as I've been fearing. The rubber band was snapping (Again). I was looking at a termination e-mail from a job that I had JUST STARTED! The email was short, barely a paragraph, and it was over via an accusation of plagiarism. I take my writing EXTREMELY seriously, I truly believe it is my true talent and I would never cheapen it! It is at this point, amid my rising panic, that I noticed one emotion that was not present, fear. Usually when something like this happens, my insides turn to liquid nitrogen, my brain freezes over, and I litteraly see the world coming to an end before my very eyes. Not this time. This time, as I started to feel the frost kick in I channeled my inner Rapunzel and realized I had the power to heal myself. First, I left messages for both my supervisor and her supervisor, second I hopped on Cragslist, found a job listing I was interested in and scored an interview for the next day. Third, when I finally heard back from my job, I argued the unfairness of my seemingly random and sudden termination, pointed out all I have done for them in the short period of time I've worked for them and the vagueness of their policies. This resulted in the standard 'I'm sorrys' and 'I understand your positions', and the ever popular 'there's nothing I can do'. At first. I pushed, knowing that I deserved better. And received an acknowledgement of the validity of my case as well as my effort n the form of a review. Not a successful review but what I believe was a heartfelt one. And as for that job interview, well, no luck there either but, rather than cry or feel sorry for myself I take a second to remind myself to breathe and reboot.

Live, learn...and then get loves

Remember that diaper commercial: live, learn, and then get Loves? Turns out this makes an excellent life motto. If you're me. Case in point; the issue of trust. Notice how people seem to be a lot less trusting these days?? It's as if everyone became bitter and cynical. More likely they grew up. The simple fact is you cannot live in this world without becoming a bit jaded. (Well, you can but I imagine it takes an awful lot of medication) now, this is not to suggest that you should go through life darkning every doorway with negativity; that will litteraly kill you (or motivate someone else to do it). Rather, trust but verify. If you are job searching and you come across anything promising you thousands of dollars a week, skip it! Unless you want to spend that money on therapy for whatever you had to do to get that money in the first place. If someone hurts/ignores/belittles you more that once, drop them like the bad habit they are. This includes bosses and family members. Your bruised heart/psyche is life's way of telling you it's time for a change. Live, learn, and then get loves... Facebook. That vortex of bravado, emotion, and, more often than not, flat out crazy, where a seemingly innocent comment or like can ignite a firestorm. It's not a broken heart or a bad day that teaches you to build a wall between you and the rest of society, it's Facebook. live, learn, change your privacy settings, and then get loves... There is no such thing as a free lunch. At all. Freebies on the internet? No problem! Have the rest of your life to fill out surveys? We've all been there; we see the free Starbucks. We want the free Starbucks. We click to get the free Starbucks and we get...thrown down a rabbit hole...live, learn, and then...

Parents Just Don't Understand

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There's No Crying in Baseball

"I'm just being honest." "I need to let you know how I feel." Actually you don't. When did this country go from 'pull yourself up by your bootstraps' to 'baby mama drama'? If you are having issues with your significant/insignificant other why do you keep choosing douchbags to procreate with? And more importantly, what the hell does this have to do with me? Why must I be subjected to your train wreck of a relationship??? it's called a personal life for a reason. And, speaking of personal; could everyone please get off their soapboxes? I know this is the selfie generation, where indulging every emotion and impulse is encouraged, but, could we please see less of your inner child and more of your outer adult? Once upon a time people boasted about actual accomplishments; graduations, promotions, they, etc. They considered a hard day's work a good thing. Now, if it can't be done online, from the comfort of a bean bag chair, it's not happening. Ot, it might happen but they will complain. God will they complain! The nanosecond a cloud dares to enter those sunny skies, their world will begin to crumble...at least, as far as their Facebook page is concerned. "OMG! My boss just totally chewed me out for being 45 mins late!!" #thestruggleisreal. "This b*itch in my office is all up in my biz, she just totally called me out for taking selfies at work. Thanks mom!" #notcool. "Ugh! Can't believe I'm wasting a perfect beach day at work. Adulting is hard! Yes, it is. And it doesn't get any better, so cry yourself a river, build yourself a bridge, and GET OVER IT!! Seriously, when did whining become the hot, new trend? :Sigh: You're killing me Smalls...

Upgrades You Can Actually Use

Why doesn't Facebook allow you to tag more than one location at a time? Like, where's that upgrade?? And, while they're at it, a WTF button. That would be way more helpful than a dislike button. And what is with the stickers??? What was wrong with the emoticon faces? Too easy?? Ugh! And don't even get me started on Apple! Apple makes the best products known to man...if you ignore the fact that you can't use a USB drive on the iPad. Know what else you can't do on the iPad? Keep track of your words. Why you ask? Because the great and powerful Apple DOESN't HAVE WORDCOUNTER!! Aparantly if you send a document from your iPad you don't need wordcounter, because whomever you're sending your document to will see that it was sent from an iPad and instantly know how smart you are that it won't matter how many words you used. In fact, the only place I see upgrades that actually serve a purpose are apps, and even then...For example; Cups, Retail Me Not, Weather kitty, FreePrints, Akinator, and AliExpress are among my favorite apps (Seriously, download them, you'll love them!). And then there are apps like Let Go and Lyft...yeah, not so much.

That Face You Keep in a Jar by the Door

My last roommate was a petty, self righteous, judgemental, nitwit. She constantly had to remind you how accomplished she was (though, honestly, I lived with the woman for two years and I have no idea what she does) and she always seemed to speak in Seussical, saying things like: our minds don't believe the lies in our eyes. What does that even... Never mind. Only in San Francisco. However, every once in awhile something that came out of her mouth was actually interesting. Like the time my friend Wesley was at my house for Halloween. Wes said: "happy Halloween". She said: "we wear masks every day of the year, today we choose to celebrate". Again, What? But, proving my stopped clock theroy (even broken ones are right twice a day), she makes an interesting point; the guy that sits across from you at work. You know the one, he's always laughing and cracking corny jokes? What's his name?? Is he really that happy? Or does he want you to think he's that happy? The woman in accounting who is always rolling her eyes? What a bitch right? She couldn't possibly be a really great person with a good heart and caring spirit, could she? You get the idea. It doesn't even have to be this dramatic; corny joke guy? Yeah, he is that happy, he loves his life, he hates you and the rest of his co workers, but he loves his life. The ball busting ice queen? She's awesome! She's just tired of people treating her like crap. Or worse, ignoring her altogether. And what about you? How many times a day to you laugh at a joke that clearly isn't funny, or agree to go out when Netflix is calling your name? I'm not talking about being fake, I'm talking about surviving, going along to get along, all in an attempt not to get voted off the island...

Everyone Has Their Harry Styles

It's 5am and my phone is ringing. No, it's not an emergency, well, not a someone's on their way to the hospital emergency. More like a when Facebook stalking makes you hate yourself emergency (which, let's face it, is more often than not). Yes, this moment brought to you by whatever the hell makes us look up exes on Facebook or Instagram in the middle of the night. Seriously, what is that?? Do we all secretly hate ourselves and believe we deserve to suffer? Really, it's the only explanation I can think of for why strong, confident, successful women (and men too I'm sure) continually stoop to this level of degreation. And, lest you think it's only whiny teenage girls and Taylor Swift who experience this, I draw your attention to Lisa Nowak, remember her? Lisa Nowak is (was?) an astronaut. An astronaut people, do you know what it takes to become an astronaut?? Me neither but I'm guessing it takes a hell of a lot of confidence to launch yourself into the stratosphere, litteraly. And yet, when you hear her name, do you think of an amazing woman who specialized in robotics and has been awarded many medals? Nope. When you hear the name Lisa Nowak, you immediately picture a crazed woman speeding down the highway in a diaper towards a confrontation with her rival in a supposed love triangle. Sheeh. An exemplary military career, awards galore, and a trip into friggin space! How does a woman like that get reduced to a punchline?? Simple, she lost her damn mind over a man! And what was so special about this man, William Oefelein? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He's just some guy she met at work. But for him, an otherwise accomplished woman who is at least intelligent enough to get herself a career in space (which I'm guessing means she's pretty darn smart), threw caution, livelihood, and sanity to the wind. Ugh! Why??? Why do they have this effect on us?? Why do we allow these men to turn us into caricatures of ourselves? And, the truly sad part? We all have a story like this, well, hopefully no one else's story involves involves a year of probation and becoming the answer to a trivia question, but we all have a story that involves crazy behavior...and a man. My own? Ugh! Back when my ex-husband and I were still dating, we had an argument over...oh, who knows what? Anyway, I happen to have been out of town during this perticular dust up, so our rather heated exchange took place over the phone. And, not just our phone. Oh no! Like I said, I was out of town at the time and after a round of pointless back and fourth he hung up on me (sadly, this would become a theme in our relationship). At this point what I should have done was nothing. Take a deep breath and calm down and give him a chance to do the same. Yeah, that's not what happened. What happened was I spent the next hour or so trying to get him to talk to me...by calling everyone he knew and trying to convince them to call him on my behalf. Yes, I was that girl. Sigh. Definitely not my proudest moment. But, in my defense, it might be an inherited trait; my mother is one of the smartest, most creative, caring, loving, and strongest individuals I know...until it comes to my dad. My dad is a ill tempered toddler crossed with a Disney Villan. Yet, my mom sticks with him. I have no idea why and neither does she. It's like I said, Taylor is not alone when it comes to bad boys she has a hard time expunging from her life, we all have our Harry Styles. And, right from the start, we knew they were trouble when they walked in.