Monday, May 27, 2013
My shit got jacked!
Heads up, guys- i've been MIA for the moment because my primary means of posting got stolen last Thursday! But have no fear, in my disconnected state, I have been making videos! So, hang out a bit, and if you have any questions, ask! I'll make a video and post the result soooooooon. :)
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Habitual Offender
I have terrible habits. I am not about to deny it. But occasionally, my bad habits lead to really, really good things. Let's start with the obvious: my drinking.
My drinking habit is one i have no intention of stopping. I will cut back on occasion, but I will never quit. Drinking got me some of the best jobs I've ever had and the love of my life- that is way too much positive reinforcement for it to be a truly 'bad' thing. NEXT!
When I am at work, and there is nothing for me to do, I have a tendency to do other things. Things like, job hunt. Not at my main job with Chef, mind you, mostly at the part time gig. It's almost an incessant need to do something, so in one shift alone I sent out 3 resumes and learned beginner italian- thank you, Duolingo.com! I'm starting to practice more intermediate lessons as well. Again, education is a positive, so I will probably continue that. And constant résumé revising has really made me look pretty spiffy, employment-wise.
LASTLY! Following my instincts. I read somewhere that when your body craves something, it's missing whatever nutrients are in whatever you are craving. So, when I want chocolate covered gummi bears, BACK OFF, I NEED THEM. Probably.
Cheers!
Sunday, May 19, 2013
All Grown Up
So! I have been away. Away doing things.
...Grownup things.
That is pretty scary for me, not going to lie. So, here's what happened:
Once upon a time, I went to my local coffee shop. I ordered an iced americano, and proceeded to have a super-productive 20 minutes. I updated a LinkedIn profile I had made two years ago, conducted e-mail business, juggled bills. I was waiting on friends that wouldn't arrive for another hour, so I ordered another iced americano. With an extra shot of espresso, to slow my drinking down.
This is when I learned that their americanos are made with four shots of espresso anyway.
Nine espresso shots later, I was anything but slow. I was VIBRATING INTO THE FUTURE!!!! And damn, it felt amazing/terrifying/weird. Kinda like sex for the first time. I am halfway tempted to try that again, just to see if it gets better the second time around. ;)
Anyway, when I updated my LinkedIn, I ha one of those crazy, clarifying moments that screams, "YOU'RE AN ADULT!"
I qualify for jobs I never thought possible. As in, I have managed to acquire the skill set to potentially be an event director of a major hotel chain here. Or a coordinator in LA. I have OPTIONS. For OPPORTUNITIES. For ADULT JOBS. And it blew my mind. I now feel comfortable and confident expressing that. It is still a bit surreal, but I'll take the advantage.
Tuesday, I'm flooding the job market with a shiny, sexy new resume and we'll see what happens next!
In the meantime, I will continue to temper adulthood with stupid ideas. Like 9 shots of espresso. And vodka. Cheers!
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Family Meal
WHAT a week! It's been a trying one, but I'm finally comfortable saying I'm in the clear. Good things!
People say, "You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family." Frankly? That is a load of crap. True, you cannot change your DNA sequence (yet-c'mon, science!), but the theory that blood ties -have- to mean something is outdated and ridiculous to think about.
I mean, really- with all of the nontraditional families out there today, how can one even begin to think that? Adoptions create families. Abuse divides families. And what about foster situations? There is no catch-all family definition. Family is what you create, these days.
On the flipside, that can also mean the opposite is true- sometimes, to have a positive family environment, you have to eliminate peoples' influence as well. I'm not saying literally eliminate people, that's just dumb. However, I recently had to get rid of the man who donated his sperm to my existence in my life. Genetically? Great contribution. As a feeling human being? I would have been better off with a pet rock. This man was barely, if ever, present in my childhood. Once I hit 18, he divorced my mother with little more of an explanation than what we heard from other sources. Once I came to Atlanta, he was a resource for a year-, year and a half-ish while I found my feet. After that, I got a very distinct message that he wouldn't help anymore. So I stopped asking. I learned how to fend for myself. I worked hard, utilized the few lessons he had imparted. And then, when I found myself in a spot of trouble that, for once, I hadn't caused myself- I thought he would help. And he agreed... Before he backed out. Effectively, he lied to me. The way he was behaving? He never intended to help me in he first place. He betrayed me, and for that, I cannot have him in my life anymore. He is no longer welcome here. Why would I willingly include a lying, untrustworthy person who has never really seen fit to respect my mind in my life? I'm not that dumb anymore.
In some respects, it should probably be sad. But how am I supposed to care for a person that, if I met him as a peer, I wouldn't want to be friends with him anyway? You can't ask me to feel bad for feeling indifferent. Especially since I have had more than enough truly paternal male figures in my life to make up for it.
I guess what I'm getting at is, don't ever let yourself feel bullied into a family relationship you aren't comfortable with. Nobody else has lived your life, and they have no right to weigh in on your experiences. Adopt families as you meet them, whether they are your dysfunctional coworkers, or someone you met while looking like your shittiest. The best familial bonds are the ones you actually want to nurture, not the ones you feel obligated to.
People say, "You can pick your friends, but you can't pick your family." Frankly? That is a load of crap. True, you cannot change your DNA sequence (yet-c'mon, science!), but the theory that blood ties -have- to mean something is outdated and ridiculous to think about.
I mean, really- with all of the nontraditional families out there today, how can one even begin to think that? Adoptions create families. Abuse divides families. And what about foster situations? There is no catch-all family definition. Family is what you create, these days.
On the flipside, that can also mean the opposite is true- sometimes, to have a positive family environment, you have to eliminate peoples' influence as well. I'm not saying literally eliminate people, that's just dumb. However, I recently had to get rid of the man who donated his sperm to my existence in my life. Genetically? Great contribution. As a feeling human being? I would have been better off with a pet rock. This man was barely, if ever, present in my childhood. Once I hit 18, he divorced my mother with little more of an explanation than what we heard from other sources. Once I came to Atlanta, he was a resource for a year-, year and a half-ish while I found my feet. After that, I got a very distinct message that he wouldn't help anymore. So I stopped asking. I learned how to fend for myself. I worked hard, utilized the few lessons he had imparted. And then, when I found myself in a spot of trouble that, for once, I hadn't caused myself- I thought he would help. And he agreed... Before he backed out. Effectively, he lied to me. The way he was behaving? He never intended to help me in he first place. He betrayed me, and for that, I cannot have him in my life anymore. He is no longer welcome here. Why would I willingly include a lying, untrustworthy person who has never really seen fit to respect my mind in my life? I'm not that dumb anymore.
In some respects, it should probably be sad. But how am I supposed to care for a person that, if I met him as a peer, I wouldn't want to be friends with him anyway? You can't ask me to feel bad for feeling indifferent. Especially since I have had more than enough truly paternal male figures in my life to make up for it.
I guess what I'm getting at is, don't ever let yourself feel bullied into a family relationship you aren't comfortable with. Nobody else has lived your life, and they have no right to weigh in on your experiences. Adopt families as you meet them, whether they are your dysfunctional coworkers, or someone you met while looking like your shittiest. The best familial bonds are the ones you actually want to nurture, not the ones you feel obligated to.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Fairy Tale Eff-Ups
I have an enduring love of the Disney Princess films. Sure, they don't serve as the greatest example for raising strong, independent women all the time, but you can still unintentionally learn from them.
Like Beauty and the Beast- most recently, it has come to my attention that Belle CLEARLY hasn't got any survival instincts. Like, at all. Putting aside her noble trade of her freedom for her fathers', she was -specifically- told to not go into the West Wing by a large, furry beast with big, sharp teeth. So, she proceeds to antagonize and insult him by refusing to eat dinner with him (minus 2 points already!), and then after getting the servants to put on a loud, elaborate dinner show just for her (that surely would have woken him) she then ventures into the West Wing. Personally, the Beast showed remarkable restraint not just eating her right then and there. And then AFTER he saves her life, she has the nerve to tell him to control his temper? Seriously, curse be damned, I would have completely lost it with this twit. But, whatever. Just my observations. So girls, if you find yourself kidnapped, for the love of god, don't antagonize your captor. Play along until you have an opportune moment to escape. Making them mad in real life just winds up with you stuffed in a freezer.
Like Beauty and the Beast- most recently, it has come to my attention that Belle CLEARLY hasn't got any survival instincts. Like, at all. Putting aside her noble trade of her freedom for her fathers', she was -specifically- told to not go into the West Wing by a large, furry beast with big, sharp teeth. So, she proceeds to antagonize and insult him by refusing to eat dinner with him (minus 2 points already!), and then after getting the servants to put on a loud, elaborate dinner show just for her (that surely would have woken him) she then ventures into the West Wing. Personally, the Beast showed remarkable restraint not just eating her right then and there. And then AFTER he saves her life, she has the nerve to tell him to control his temper? Seriously, curse be damned, I would have completely lost it with this twit. But, whatever. Just my observations. So girls, if you find yourself kidnapped, for the love of god, don't antagonize your captor. Play along until you have an opportune moment to escape. Making them mad in real life just winds up with you stuffed in a freezer.
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