Is it sleeping in if you don't have a job?
Is 30 too old?
Am I ever going to stop being lazy?
What is my place in this world?
Why does my coffee take so long?
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
how did you find me?
Oh holy h e double hockey-sticks it's amazing how quickly the day goes even if you aren't going to work. Things are looking good around here in my home beside the ocean, where I weave tales about my life and what I like and shoes.
That's right - shoes. God, I love these shoes..
#ihaveaproblem
That's right - shoes. God, I love these shoes..
#ihaveaproblem
Thursday, May 30, 2013
It's been awhile...
It has been incredibly too long. First, let's start off with some shameless self-promotion, because lord knows this girl needs the money, but more on that later.
Now, where were we?
Oh, right, so I did this road trip thing years ago and now no one cares anymore because here I am this unemployed girl leaning on nothing but the remainder of previously earned paychecks and a bottle of whiskey. Hey now, don't judge me because I drink. Judge me for the million other reasons you could have if you sat and talked to me for a day or two.
I quit my job because I hit a brick wall and didn't know how to find my way back out of it. It was Saturday May fourth, sunny and well enough a day. I was out to breakfast when my phone rang. Conversations went as conversations normally do, no astounding end to say so, but allofasudden I had a full blown panic attack. Out of nowhere, I started breathing heavily, my heart started racing and I was shaking. I couldn't even finish my food.
From here, it only progressed. I was worked up about everything and nothing that could have ever been anything at any point in time, but I was worked up and that was all that mattered. That night, just as I fell asleep I woke up again, this time in a sobbing-heaving-retching panic. I did not sleep again.
The next day, I could not be consoled and was sobbing myself into a mess. I called in and said I could never return to work again. Seriously, when they say life changes in an instant, I think some of them might be talking about moments like that. For whatever reason, I could not convince myself to go back there, and to this day I still cannot fathom stepping back over there.
Too bad I'm not at the age where it makes sense to run away anymore. I think that 30 years old is a little late to be playing the game of "What do I want to do with the rest of my life?" But hey, I'm going to give whatever it is my all.
So what the hell am I doing? Panhandling the internet, it looks like, because as it turns out the skills of someone who was selling body jewelry to piercers in the industry are not in-demand. Other than management skills and working in customer service, I think it's probably been a gap of 9-year-uselessness. It's simply not something that can be done professionally anywhere else.
I know I can write, but either I need the idea for a story or I need to get my foot in on the article writing world. Either way, I've got quite a bit of work in front of me.
Wish me luck!
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| All they can say is no, right? |
Now, where were we?
Oh, right, so I did this road trip thing years ago and now no one cares anymore because here I am this unemployed girl leaning on nothing but the remainder of previously earned paychecks and a bottle of whiskey. Hey now, don't judge me because I drink. Judge me for the million other reasons you could have if you sat and talked to me for a day or two.
I quit my job because I hit a brick wall and didn't know how to find my way back out of it. It was Saturday May fourth, sunny and well enough a day. I was out to breakfast when my phone rang. Conversations went as conversations normally do, no astounding end to say so, but allofasudden I had a full blown panic attack. Out of nowhere, I started breathing heavily, my heart started racing and I was shaking. I couldn't even finish my food.
From here, it only progressed. I was worked up about everything and nothing that could have ever been anything at any point in time, but I was worked up and that was all that mattered. That night, just as I fell asleep I woke up again, this time in a sobbing-heaving-retching panic. I did not sleep again.
The next day, I could not be consoled and was sobbing myself into a mess. I called in and said I could never return to work again. Seriously, when they say life changes in an instant, I think some of them might be talking about moments like that. For whatever reason, I could not convince myself to go back there, and to this day I still cannot fathom stepping back over there.
Too bad I'm not at the age where it makes sense to run away anymore. I think that 30 years old is a little late to be playing the game of "What do I want to do with the rest of my life?" But hey, I'm going to give whatever it is my all.
So what the hell am I doing? Panhandling the internet, it looks like, because as it turns out the skills of someone who was selling body jewelry to piercers in the industry are not in-demand. Other than management skills and working in customer service, I think it's probably been a gap of 9-year-uselessness. It's simply not something that can be done professionally anywhere else.
I know I can write, but either I need the idea for a story or I need to get my foot in on the article writing world. Either way, I've got quite a bit of work in front of me.
Wish me luck!
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