So my small group asked me the other day how much longer I had to go in this Lent 3Q adventure. In all honesty, I haven’t looked because I’m not quite ready to be done. I might drag it out a little. I’m really getting into this flirting thing. For instance, I flirted my fanny off at work on Friday. I even went for the “sultry” voice (which in my case ended up being more like a sorta whisper but hey, I’ll take it).
As I type this blog entry I am switching back and forth between my blog and gmail so I can chat with my friend KK. She is great…one of my favorites (and should probably hire me for dating advice…ice cream and French kisses all the way KK!)...but she managed to remind/inspire me to throw out my new idea.
I’ve been thinking that while I may not be officially done with my daily flirts, I should maybe close out the 3Q with a bang (and maybe a fizzle too). To do so I’ve got a couple ideas. One, start the diet I’ve been meaning to start to lose 10…make that 20 lbs (I’m publicly admitting to this in hopes of motivation). T’s wedding is just around the corner and none of the bridesmaids are pregnant (unfortunate). I’ve also committed to my small group to try and get my classes on 2 or 3 nights so I can try online dating. I think that will be a frightening comedy of errors and awkward moments. You can read my previous online dating experiences in earlier blog entries. However, I digress.
My idea to close out 3Q is…..drum roll please….. to have a bachelorette party…FOR MYSELF! What better way to get my flirt on than if everyone thinks I’m getting married?!?! Maybe rent a party bus and wear only animal print? Free drinks and kisses from random guys!?!?! Dance my pants off at Funky Town? Penis jello shots? Seriously, if that isn’t a bang (and high probability of a fizzle) then I don’t know what is. The best news? You are all invited! I think it’s perhaps the most ingenious idea I have had in awhile. I need to work out logistics and cover story (feel free to submit ideas). It may have to wait a bit but I think it has merit. I’m not sure there is any more “holy” way to end Lent 3Q than in animal print, on a party bus to Funky Town with free drinks and random “last kisses” from a slew (a heap, a peck) of men with all my best girls.
That being said, I should go. One test down two more to go. Yay being an adult student….it is every bit as awful as you may think.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Back to school, back to school...to prove to Daddy I'm not a fool.
After completing my first week of the MBA course at UMKC I feel it is important to take a step back and reflect on the important things I have learned. And I thought I would share them with you guys.
1. I am old! Seriously. I would estimate myself to be in the top 30% of the age bracket for the MBA program. And that is being generous to myself.
2. Hipster is in, which means I am not. Everywhere I turn there are little kids (and by little I DO mean very young) walking around in skinny jeans and tudxeo vests (which may or may not actually be hipster). I’m so unhipster that I don’t even know what classifies.
To DO
-Read 300 pages for Org Behavior
-Study up on hipster
3. The Asian population runneth over. Do you think we have a ping pong team? Perhaps I should consider concentrating my flirting efforts in this ethnic group. Smart people, good food..just sayin.
4. People get really stupid on anything with wheels. Not only do people forget how to drive a car but they also seem to forget how to ride a bike. Seriously. I nearly died when someone almost ran into me with their bike on the sidewalk. THE SIDEWALK. Side WALK. W A L K. I had an irrational urge to yell something like, “This isn’t Exchange City, yo! Ride your bike in the grass foo’!” (Just in case you aren’t as gangster as I am, foo’ is the equivalent of fool…you are welcome.) Not really sure why almost being run over by a biker makes me feel like an gangster bad ass. Regardless, I didn’t even mutter the typical Schlemiel under my breath. No gangster cursing, no Jewish insult. Not to toot my own horn but, TOOT TOOT!
5. At some point in time it became socially acceptable to wear high heels with jean shorts to your class. Stiletto high heels even. I know I’m old (see #1) and I know I went to a nerd college for undergrad, but seriously? If ever a disco ball drops down from the ceiling and Snoop comes over the stereo in one of my classes I will eat my words, but until then I will judge and judge harshly.
6. Whoever built the buildings I’m attending class in forgot what it was like to be a student. (And perhaps were never the student that left work (5 minutes later than anticipated) that needed to stop and get gas so she didn’t have to push her car, which is where she promptly and very effectively noticed she left her wallet in her desk drawer so she had to go back to work and get it and then back to the gas station which turned her previously planned leisurely drive and classroom search into a frantic road rage performance where she ran to class and was almost late and certainly out of breath…phew). All this to say: why is room 101 on the 2nd floor? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
7. On a Friday night, when one needs to read a lot, one can make that experience more palatable by putting some wine in a strawed and lidded cup (thank you for everything you do in my life QT) and turning on Criminal Minds. One could pass, oh I don’t know, approximately four hours (which translates into 4 Criminal Minds episodes) on one’s couch on a given Friday night if these conditions are met. In theory of course.
While I’m excited to continue and learn the lessons the MBA program has to bring, for now I must bid everyone a good night. My bags are packed and I’m ready for the exciting adventures of week two (where one can only hope I find non skinny jean wearing guys older than 20 to flirt outrageously with. As my friend M keeps whispering in my ear: CHRISTMAS!). Stay tuned.
1. I am old! Seriously. I would estimate myself to be in the top 30% of the age bracket for the MBA program. And that is being generous to myself.
2. Hipster is in, which means I am not. Everywhere I turn there are little kids (and by little I DO mean very young) walking around in skinny jeans and tudxeo vests (which may or may not actually be hipster). I’m so unhipster that I don’t even know what classifies.
To DO
-Read 300 pages for Org Behavior
-Study up on hipster
3. The Asian population runneth over. Do you think we have a ping pong team? Perhaps I should consider concentrating my flirting efforts in this ethnic group. Smart people, good food..just sayin.
4. People get really stupid on anything with wheels. Not only do people forget how to drive a car but they also seem to forget how to ride a bike. Seriously. I nearly died when someone almost ran into me with their bike on the sidewalk. THE SIDEWALK. Side WALK. W A L K. I had an irrational urge to yell something like, “This isn’t Exchange City, yo! Ride your bike in the grass foo’!” (Just in case you aren’t as gangster as I am, foo’ is the equivalent of fool…you are welcome.) Not really sure why almost being run over by a biker makes me feel like an gangster bad ass. Regardless, I didn’t even mutter the typical Schlemiel under my breath. No gangster cursing, no Jewish insult. Not to toot my own horn but, TOOT TOOT!
5. At some point in time it became socially acceptable to wear high heels with jean shorts to your class. Stiletto high heels even. I know I’m old (see #1) and I know I went to a nerd college for undergrad, but seriously? If ever a disco ball drops down from the ceiling and Snoop comes over the stereo in one of my classes I will eat my words, but until then I will judge and judge harshly.
6. Whoever built the buildings I’m attending class in forgot what it was like to be a student. (And perhaps were never the student that left work (5 minutes later than anticipated) that needed to stop and get gas so she didn’t have to push her car, which is where she promptly and very effectively noticed she left her wallet in her desk drawer so she had to go back to work and get it and then back to the gas station which turned her previously planned leisurely drive and classroom search into a frantic road rage performance where she ran to class and was almost late and certainly out of breath…phew). All this to say: why is room 101 on the 2nd floor? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
7. On a Friday night, when one needs to read a lot, one can make that experience more palatable by putting some wine in a strawed and lidded cup (thank you for everything you do in my life QT) and turning on Criminal Minds. One could pass, oh I don’t know, approximately four hours (which translates into 4 Criminal Minds episodes) on one’s couch on a given Friday night if these conditions are met. In theory of course.
While I’m excited to continue and learn the lessons the MBA program has to bring, for now I must bid everyone a good night. My bags are packed and I’m ready for the exciting adventures of week two (where one can only hope I find non skinny jean wearing guys older than 20 to flirt outrageously with. As my friend M keeps whispering in my ear: CHRISTMAS!). Stay tuned.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
QMI for Lent 3Q
So I feel the need for confession. Lent 3Q has not jumped off to a strong start. I was doing ok. Flirting with someone every day, taking it pretty easy but making sure I got my flirt in. I’m still doing that, sorta. HOWEVER I’m failing on some major fronts. I’ve compiled a list:
1. I went to Funky Town on Friday with CP and very little flirting took place. (As a side note, it was Elvis night…try not to be too jealous). I did, however, sweat enough to fill a bathtub, but flirting was minimal. So what some of the guys were missing teeth? SO what they are as old as my dad? Discrimination is not in the SMART goals for Lent 3Q.
2. Yesterday was an epic fail. I had a headache and it didn’t go well. I flirted with nobody. Unless you count my pitiful begging of advil from a cube neighbor where I may have flirted, if you count threats of vomiting if I didn't get the headache undercontrol. Your call.
3. TODAY I felt much better and thought I would flirt like a maniac. Clearly a lie straight from the pit(s)of hell (does hell have more than one pit? Marta, shouldn’t you know this?) . One of my candidates came in this afternoon for his round of interviews. B had two things going for him that really hindered my flirtiness (besides the obvious potential coworker and current job applicant of the establishment in where I work in HR…sticky…but hey Lent supersedes interoffice policy). The first big issue that B had was some extremely odiferous cologne. One spray will do buddy, one spray will do. The second thing he had going for him that really put a damper on my flirting plan, was a complete and utter lack of respect for my personal space. He stood up to shake my hand and kept right on walking into my bubble. IT was so bad that I took a visible step back from him. I mean, he noticed. OOOOOPPPPS. I think that is the antithesis of flirting. I totally crumbled under the first sign of real pressure. Sigh.
Overall I’m going to need to step up my game. Classes start for me next week which I feel like could be my “busy season” in 3Q. Perhaps I’ll buy a cosmo and shave my legs in preparation (because isn’t that what you do or does that just mean I want to have sex?). I wonder if there is a class for flirting? I think I’ll google it.
Anyway, QMI is sad. Thankfully, tomorrow is another day. I was invited to a friend’s house tomorrow nigh (which I didn't decline, even though I need to clean and do laundry and have a book to read). So maybe I will be a big flirt there. Stay tuned. Not sure why, but I really feel as though B’s cologne served as a harbinger to “Megan Hunter’s life becomes a laughing disaster, take #3058”.
So hopefully this time next week will be good news to report. Perhaps I’ll threaten myself with some kind of repercussion if I don’t shape up. Maybe I’ll take a cue from every awesomely awful singing movie ever (cough Coyote Ugly..love that one) and sign up for amateur stripper night if I don’t get it together. Similar right?
1. I went to Funky Town on Friday with CP and very little flirting took place. (As a side note, it was Elvis night…try not to be too jealous). I did, however, sweat enough to fill a bathtub, but flirting was minimal. So what some of the guys were missing teeth? SO what they are as old as my dad? Discrimination is not in the SMART goals for Lent 3Q.
2. Yesterday was an epic fail. I had a headache and it didn’t go well. I flirted with nobody. Unless you count my pitiful begging of advil from a cube neighbor where I may have flirted, if you count threats of vomiting if I didn't get the headache undercontrol. Your call.
3. TODAY I felt much better and thought I would flirt like a maniac. Clearly a lie straight from the pit(s)of hell (does hell have more than one pit? Marta, shouldn’t you know this?) . One of my candidates came in this afternoon for his round of interviews. B had two things going for him that really hindered my flirtiness (besides the obvious potential coworker and current job applicant of the establishment in where I work in HR…sticky…but hey Lent supersedes interoffice policy). The first big issue that B had was some extremely odiferous cologne. One spray will do buddy, one spray will do. The second thing he had going for him that really put a damper on my flirting plan, was a complete and utter lack of respect for my personal space. He stood up to shake my hand and kept right on walking into my bubble. IT was so bad that I took a visible step back from him. I mean, he noticed. OOOOOPPPPS. I think that is the antithesis of flirting. I totally crumbled under the first sign of real pressure. Sigh.
Overall I’m going to need to step up my game. Classes start for me next week which I feel like could be my “busy season” in 3Q. Perhaps I’ll buy a cosmo and shave my legs in preparation (because isn’t that what you do or does that just mean I want to have sex?). I wonder if there is a class for flirting? I think I’ll google it.
Anyway, QMI is sad. Thankfully, tomorrow is another day. I was invited to a friend’s house tomorrow nigh (which I didn't decline, even though I need to clean and do laundry and have a book to read). So maybe I will be a big flirt there. Stay tuned. Not sure why, but I really feel as though B’s cologne served as a harbinger to “Megan Hunter’s life becomes a laughing disaster, take #3058”.
So hopefully this time next week will be good news to report. Perhaps I’ll threaten myself with some kind of repercussion if I don’t shape up. Maybe I’ll take a cue from every awesomely awful singing movie ever (cough Coyote Ugly..love that one) and sign up for amateur stripper night if I don’t get it together. Similar right?
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Lent...take 3.
The third tim eis a charm.
So last night I was having dinner with my friend CP and she helped me decide my new Lent. Actually she suggested I make my newest endeavor my third Lent. It can be Lent Q3 if you will…appropriate. So the new goal is to add something instead of taking something away. Previously I decided to not eat out. I did so so on that Lent.
For Lent Q3 I’m going to be adding to my daily life. I’ve decided to add (DRUM ROLL)flirting. Yep that’s right, flirting. I am going to attempt to flirt with everyone I see. Ok just kidding (sort of), but as my friend M says I’m going to, “Get my flirt on”. We will see how it goes.
I was thinking about this while lying in bed and I decided I should come up with some parameters on what I think flirting is and who should be exempt. Please see the following Flirt Rules:
1. All is fair in love and flirting except for the marrieds. This means ugly, cute, bald, snaggle tooth, and comb overs all get flirted with. Yes (and this will shock several of you) even the short guys. However, if somebody put a ring on it, they are exempt.
2. Not necessary to flirt all the time but it is necessary to flirt every day. You know what they say, “a solid flirt a day keeps the cat lady title away”. As a byproduct I had better amp up my social outings or the person in the cube next to me is going to get a lot of eye batting and giggling (and she is a 60 year old lady). Could be a problem
3. If you ask, I will go. Due to the fact that I need to get out more to participate in this Lent, I’m game to do whatever (as long as it isn’t while I’m in class or at work…mostly). I can turn no invitation down (again , as long as it doesn’t interfere with my commitments…solitude no longer counting as a commitment).
4. Wikepedia defines flirting as, “a playful, romantic or sexual overture by one person to another subtly indicating an interest in a deeper relationship with the other person, and can involve verbal communication as well as body language. I believe everything wikepedia says, so I think that I will take that definition for now. Think hair flinging, giggling, and small touches on the hand. That’s me.
5. Lastly I’m willing to be held accountable(ish). This is a change for me because usually I refuse to listen to advice on this topic. Although I always nod my head and PRETEND like I’m going to listen. Now, I’m going to try. If its suggest, I’ll give it a whirl (serious suggestions only).
This should be interesting. I’ll keep you updated on my progress. Perhaps by September 18th I will be one of those girls you have to preempt with a comment like, “oh she doesn’t mean anything by it, she is just flirty by nature”. Yeah!
So look out world. I’m on the prowl. (That last sentence was painful to type and sort of made me feel like a cougar previous to when it became popular. Or perhaps I feel more like the lady in the pleather snake skin mini skirt with red lipstick on her teeth. It’s a tossup. Either way I shan’t delete it because Lent Q3 is my first step in prevention…well maybe step 2 since I don’t own a pleather snake skin mini skirt.)
Oh also I think I’m going back to Funky Town (the place where a lady asked me to be her sex slave…que Rhianna) soon. Could be interesting.
So, on that note...Ciao(please insert hair flip and coy smile)
So last night I was having dinner with my friend CP and she helped me decide my new Lent. Actually she suggested I make my newest endeavor my third Lent. It can be Lent Q3 if you will…appropriate. So the new goal is to add something instead of taking something away. Previously I decided to not eat out. I did so so on that Lent.
For Lent Q3 I’m going to be adding to my daily life. I’ve decided to add (DRUM ROLL)flirting. Yep that’s right, flirting. I am going to attempt to flirt with everyone I see. Ok just kidding (sort of), but as my friend M says I’m going to, “Get my flirt on”. We will see how it goes.
I was thinking about this while lying in bed and I decided I should come up with some parameters on what I think flirting is and who should be exempt. Please see the following Flirt Rules:
1. All is fair in love and flirting except for the marrieds. This means ugly, cute, bald, snaggle tooth, and comb overs all get flirted with. Yes (and this will shock several of you) even the short guys. However, if somebody put a ring on it, they are exempt.
2. Not necessary to flirt all the time but it is necessary to flirt every day. You know what they say, “a solid flirt a day keeps the cat lady title away”. As a byproduct I had better amp up my social outings or the person in the cube next to me is going to get a lot of eye batting and giggling (and she is a 60 year old lady). Could be a problem
3. If you ask, I will go. Due to the fact that I need to get out more to participate in this Lent, I’m game to do whatever (as long as it isn’t while I’m in class or at work…mostly). I can turn no invitation down (again , as long as it doesn’t interfere with my commitments…solitude no longer counting as a commitment).
4. Wikepedia defines flirting as, “a playful, romantic or sexual overture by one person to another subtly indicating an interest in a deeper relationship with the other person, and can involve verbal communication as well as body language. I believe everything wikepedia says, so I think that I will take that definition for now. Think hair flinging, giggling, and small touches on the hand. That’s me.
5. Lastly I’m willing to be held accountable(ish). This is a change for me because usually I refuse to listen to advice on this topic. Although I always nod my head and PRETEND like I’m going to listen. Now, I’m going to try. If its suggest, I’ll give it a whirl (serious suggestions only).
This should be interesting. I’ll keep you updated on my progress. Perhaps by September 18th I will be one of those girls you have to preempt with a comment like, “oh she doesn’t mean anything by it, she is just flirty by nature”. Yeah!
So look out world. I’m on the prowl. (That last sentence was painful to type and sort of made me feel like a cougar previous to when it became popular. Or perhaps I feel more like the lady in the pleather snake skin mini skirt with red lipstick on her teeth. It’s a tossup. Either way I shan’t delete it because Lent Q3 is my first step in prevention…well maybe step 2 since I don’t own a pleather snake skin mini skirt.)
Oh also I think I’m going back to Funky Town (the place where a lady asked me to be her sex slave…que Rhianna) soon. Could be interesting.
So, on that note...Ciao(please insert hair flip and coy smile)
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
We go together like an orange moped and a flame helmet
3 Random paragraphs put in one space for your reading (pleasure?)
So the other day, while driving, I saw a guy riding down the road with an orange moped and a flame helmet. For about 5 seconds I was judging him and his poor decision making skills, but then I realized that a flame helmet really is the ONLY kind of helmet that goes with an orange moped. As I sat at the stop light I wondered what Flame Helmet Guy did and who he was. Maybe I will date FHG one day? I've tried to see him again by going home the same way at the same time, but no luck. Stay tuned. If I see him again maybe I will gently "accidentally" run him off the road and meet him. We could get married on mopeds...what color of brides maid dress go with orange and flame?
Went to NKOTBSB. It was...interesting to say the least, but I will say above all else that it was a total people watching delight. Between the lady who actually brought her infant (yes...I mean NOT still in the womb) and the middle aged women breasts that were hanging out everywhere I laid out enough judgment to land myself straight in the pit of hell itself. As far as the groups go, BSB is same ol' wholesome, I want to wear your letter jacket type of group. Lovely. (Except for Nick. I think he does speed. Is he 27? Maybe we will see him on celebrity rehab soon.) And they can sorta sing, just like always. NKOTB is another story. Thank goodness for Donny's body or they would have been a total wash. Jordan should never sing...maybe not even at a birthday party. I think the pinnacle of the evening was when Donny ripped off his shirt and rubbed his body with it (including his man junk) and threw it to an audience member. I can't be certain if this is my new "NKOTB kinda sucks" self talking, but I'm pretty sure my personal hygiene rules would have required I not catch the sweaty balls tank top from Donny...nice body or not. Just sayin.
Lastly, I had a flat tire the other day. I changed it myself, which I was pretty proud of. I did call my dad though, because my driveway is an incline which I know is bad for jacking up your car. So my dad tells me to put a brick underneath it. Quick pole: who has brick laying around their house? I promptly responded in kind to my father who then suggests I find a cinderblock. Really dad? If I don't have a brick, then I PROBABY DON'T have a cinderblock. By the grace of God and my Yoga Mat (which saw more of workout that morning wedged under the tire then it has in a LONG time) my car didn't role, my tire got changed, and my lovely friend Marta picked me up so I didn't have to wait around for it all. Overall success. However, maybe I'll by a single brick next time I go to a hardware store and keep it in my trunk with my jumper cables. In fact, maybe I should market a package that has a brick and jumper cables as a joint deal. Investors anyone?
And now.....SLEEP!
So the other day, while driving, I saw a guy riding down the road with an orange moped and a flame helmet. For about 5 seconds I was judging him and his poor decision making skills, but then I realized that a flame helmet really is the ONLY kind of helmet that goes with an orange moped. As I sat at the stop light I wondered what Flame Helmet Guy did and who he was. Maybe I will date FHG one day? I've tried to see him again by going home the same way at the same time, but no luck. Stay tuned. If I see him again maybe I will gently "accidentally" run him off the road and meet him. We could get married on mopeds...what color of brides maid dress go with orange and flame?
Went to NKOTBSB. It was...interesting to say the least, but I will say above all else that it was a total people watching delight. Between the lady who actually brought her infant (yes...I mean NOT still in the womb) and the middle aged women breasts that were hanging out everywhere I laid out enough judgment to land myself straight in the pit of hell itself. As far as the groups go, BSB is same ol' wholesome, I want to wear your letter jacket type of group. Lovely. (Except for Nick. I think he does speed. Is he 27? Maybe we will see him on celebrity rehab soon.) And they can sorta sing, just like always. NKOTB is another story. Thank goodness for Donny's body or they would have been a total wash. Jordan should never sing...maybe not even at a birthday party. I think the pinnacle of the evening was when Donny ripped off his shirt and rubbed his body with it (including his man junk) and threw it to an audience member. I can't be certain if this is my new "NKOTB kinda sucks" self talking, but I'm pretty sure my personal hygiene rules would have required I not catch the sweaty balls tank top from Donny...nice body or not. Just sayin.
Lastly, I had a flat tire the other day. I changed it myself, which I was pretty proud of. I did call my dad though, because my driveway is an incline which I know is bad for jacking up your car. So my dad tells me to put a brick underneath it. Quick pole: who has brick laying around their house? I promptly responded in kind to my father who then suggests I find a cinderblock. Really dad? If I don't have a brick, then I PROBABY DON'T have a cinderblock. By the grace of God and my Yoga Mat (which saw more of workout that morning wedged under the tire then it has in a LONG time) my car didn't role, my tire got changed, and my lovely friend Marta picked me up so I didn't have to wait around for it all. Overall success. However, maybe I'll by a single brick next time I go to a hardware store and keep it in my trunk with my jumper cables. In fact, maybe I should market a package that has a brick and jumper cables as a joint deal. Investors anyone?
And now.....SLEEP!
Monday, June 20, 2011
A quarter for my thoughts
t's been awhile. I'm not really sure why except that I haven't felt the writing bug. No inspirational stories about dominatrix or hemorrhoids. Just life.
So here are a bunch of random thoughts I've been thinking about while introspecting:
Random though #1
Commitment. I think I have commitment phobia/anxiety. I'm not really sure why, and I don't really mean relationships here, although certainly that’s probably true as well. I just know that commitments always seem to muddle things. Take for instance this team I'm in charge of at church. For almost a year I've been mostly running the team. Things have been going fine, I don't mind it or anything. Then my friend M asks me to officially take over the team and bam all of a sudden I don't like it. I almost hate it. It’s a burden, it makes me feel cornered when I want to do things, I'm not doing near as good of job leading it as when I wasn't leading it. Or trying to decide what I want to study in my MBA. I still have 5 classes because I can't decide what to drop and commit to. Why is it then when things become serious I seem to run screaming (or at least get unhappy because I feel trapped). It’s weird. My parents seem to have a pretty healthy committed view. I don't know why in my own schematic commitment spells disaster for me. I often wonder if it’s because of the seriousness in which I take responsibility.
Random though #2
At what price does happiness come? I wonder consistently what one is required to sacrifice in life to obtain "happiness". Perhaps this post is becoming harsh and pessimistic, but it seems to be a true fact of life. We, as people, are constantly sacrificing because we want some sort of better happiness. I just wonder what that balance looks like. Should I be fat and eat what I like? Should I be happy with the money I make and skip grad school and working to continue in my career? Should I stop doing that face mask that makes my skin burn and deal with wrinkles later (Lindsay if you are reading this then no comment necessary from you on this one!)I can't really say that I mind all the sacrifices. I just wonder what the balance is of living? Is that something we find out as we get older? Why is life so much harder than anyone ever tells you? Or perhaps it’s not and I just make it that way.
Random Thought #3
Should I highlight my hair? I've been putting some serious thought into this. As a general rule of thumb I feel like it’s a waste of money. However, as of late I’ve been feeling like having my natural color is excluding me from the sexy hair club. I’m not even sure what color I would chose but God knows I can’t be left out of the sexy hair club.
Radom Thought #4
Christmas is quickly approaching. Send all your single friends my way! :)
Random (Final Thought) #5
I went to my family reunion the other day and was reminded by cousin (6.33 times removed...don't ask) of something. If you are reading this blog then chances are you are loved by me. Not because you are reading my blog and I didn't have to pay you, although that doesn't hurt, but because we have a past and a history. You probably helped shape me into who I am and were a friend or family or peer or mentor or something. You made my load easier. So thanks. You are loved. (Unless of course you have randomly come across my blog and are reading because you find it entertaining, which means I really love you!...seriously...).
For now sleep. But seriously feel free to comment on #3, or any of them, but especially #3.
Much love to those who read me.
-Me
So here are a bunch of random thoughts I've been thinking about while introspecting:
Random though #1
Commitment. I think I have commitment phobia/anxiety. I'm not really sure why, and I don't really mean relationships here, although certainly that’s probably true as well. I just know that commitments always seem to muddle things. Take for instance this team I'm in charge of at church. For almost a year I've been mostly running the team. Things have been going fine, I don't mind it or anything. Then my friend M asks me to officially take over the team and bam all of a sudden I don't like it. I almost hate it. It’s a burden, it makes me feel cornered when I want to do things, I'm not doing near as good of job leading it as when I wasn't leading it. Or trying to decide what I want to study in my MBA. I still have 5 classes because I can't decide what to drop and commit to. Why is it then when things become serious I seem to run screaming (or at least get unhappy because I feel trapped). It’s weird. My parents seem to have a pretty healthy committed view. I don't know why in my own schematic commitment spells disaster for me. I often wonder if it’s because of the seriousness in which I take responsibility.
Random though #2
At what price does happiness come? I wonder consistently what one is required to sacrifice in life to obtain "happiness". Perhaps this post is becoming harsh and pessimistic, but it seems to be a true fact of life. We, as people, are constantly sacrificing because we want some sort of better happiness. I just wonder what that balance looks like. Should I be fat and eat what I like? Should I be happy with the money I make and skip grad school and working to continue in my career? Should I stop doing that face mask that makes my skin burn and deal with wrinkles later (Lindsay if you are reading this then no comment necessary from you on this one!)I can't really say that I mind all the sacrifices. I just wonder what the balance is of living? Is that something we find out as we get older? Why is life so much harder than anyone ever tells you? Or perhaps it’s not and I just make it that way.
Random Thought #3
Should I highlight my hair? I've been putting some serious thought into this. As a general rule of thumb I feel like it’s a waste of money. However, as of late I’ve been feeling like having my natural color is excluding me from the sexy hair club. I’m not even sure what color I would chose but God knows I can’t be left out of the sexy hair club.
Radom Thought #4
Christmas is quickly approaching. Send all your single friends my way! :)
Random (Final Thought) #5
I went to my family reunion the other day and was reminded by cousin (6.33 times removed...don't ask) of something. If you are reading this blog then chances are you are loved by me. Not because you are reading my blog and I didn't have to pay you, although that doesn't hurt, but because we have a past and a history. You probably helped shape me into who I am and were a friend or family or peer or mentor or something. You made my load easier. So thanks. You are loved. (Unless of course you have randomly come across my blog and are reading because you find it entertaining, which means I really love you!...seriously...).
For now sleep. But seriously feel free to comment on #3, or any of them, but especially #3.
Much love to those who read me.
-Me
Monday, May 23, 2011
Post its, name plates, and high heels...oh my-An update on the new job for Brittany H.
So the new job. I had no idea what to expect when I started my new job as a Recruiting Support Specialist in HR at a company of 650ish people but I can easily say that a first week with 7 hours of overtime was not it. With over 60 positions to fill it seems like there is more work to be done than when I worked for a nonprofit. BUT I’m really not complaining. I like it. And for the first time in EVER I get paid overtime…so work away, that’s what I say!
So I spend my days mostly scheduling interviews, speaking with potential clients, and overall trying to wrangle the schedule and largeish egos of corporate executives all over the country. It is an interesting phenomenon that was tempered last week with the luxury of scheduling some lovely ladies interviewing for a secretary. Overall the people are nice and email is a blessing.
This is my first time ever working for corporate America. I have TWO computer screens complete with windows 2010! I had to fight for a computer a PFH. I have all the supplies I can sneeze at and just spent well over a thousand dollars to fly one candidate in for a an interview…we may not even hire him. So while I stand in awe of the money that flows out, I vacillate between the giddy excitement of my shiny toys and complete and utter disgust at the pure indulgent waste.
However, I refuse to be jaded (for at least the first month). I really do like this job. Flexible hours, no vacation or sick day restrictions, casual dress, and I hear we are having beer Thursday this week. SO in the spirit I’m going to do a top ten list:
The Top Eight (because I’m too tired for ten) Most Fascinating Things About Megan’s New Job
1. Lunch time is a fallacy. If it requires utensils then you had better save it for dinner.
2. There is no soda machine but there are “snacks” in the break room…for free. Todo, I don’t think we are in nonprofit anymore.
3. Our building says we are ATI testing but not one of our 6 business units carries that as a name.
4. The other day at a town hall meeting our boss gave away a $50 gift card to the person who asked the most antagonistic question about salaries and bonuses. He literally got paid for being an ass.
5. We HAVE BEER FRIDAYS (or Thursdays) which entails free beer in the break room.
6. Some lady drives a mini with British tags. She doesn’t have a British accent. Maybe she wants to look cool?
7. Lots of the men wear cardigans. Either the sign of a cold building or a group of porn stars…its up in the air for me still.
8. Sometimes, whole rows of cubicle will simultaneously stand up on the hour and do stretches together. I’m just waiting for them to come in wearing the same shoes and offer me a drink of their Kool-Aid.
Regardless I'm excited for the things to come. Stay tuned.
So I spend my days mostly scheduling interviews, speaking with potential clients, and overall trying to wrangle the schedule and largeish egos of corporate executives all over the country. It is an interesting phenomenon that was tempered last week with the luxury of scheduling some lovely ladies interviewing for a secretary. Overall the people are nice and email is a blessing.
This is my first time ever working for corporate America. I have TWO computer screens complete with windows 2010! I had to fight for a computer a PFH. I have all the supplies I can sneeze at and just spent well over a thousand dollars to fly one candidate in for a an interview…we may not even hire him. So while I stand in awe of the money that flows out, I vacillate between the giddy excitement of my shiny toys and complete and utter disgust at the pure indulgent waste.
However, I refuse to be jaded (for at least the first month). I really do like this job. Flexible hours, no vacation or sick day restrictions, casual dress, and I hear we are having beer Thursday this week. SO in the spirit I’m going to do a top ten list:
The Top Eight (because I’m too tired for ten) Most Fascinating Things About Megan’s New Job
1. Lunch time is a fallacy. If it requires utensils then you had better save it for dinner.
2. There is no soda machine but there are “snacks” in the break room…for free. Todo, I don’t think we are in nonprofit anymore.
3. Our building says we are ATI testing but not one of our 6 business units carries that as a name.
4. The other day at a town hall meeting our boss gave away a $50 gift card to the person who asked the most antagonistic question about salaries and bonuses. He literally got paid for being an ass.
5. We HAVE BEER FRIDAYS (or Thursdays) which entails free beer in the break room.
6. Some lady drives a mini with British tags. She doesn’t have a British accent. Maybe she wants to look cool?
7. Lots of the men wear cardigans. Either the sign of a cold building or a group of porn stars…its up in the air for me still.
8. Sometimes, whole rows of cubicle will simultaneously stand up on the hour and do stretches together. I’m just waiting for them to come in wearing the same shoes and offer me a drink of their Kool-Aid.
Regardless I'm excited for the things to come. Stay tuned.
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