A Microfire in the Microwave

I have been using microwaves since I was a Wee Meg. I recall that the first microwave I used had a dial. My favorite thing to do at the tender age of 5 was run to the microwave, set it at one second, wait for it to go, “Ting!” and say, “Hey, I have an idea!”

I’m a firm believer that sound effects are key for announcements, no matter how small.

“Ting!”
“I have an idea! Continue reading “A Microfire in the Microwave”

Job Hunting? Don’t Not Do This

I start a second job this coming week. I’m pretty pumped.

Also, I’m very confused.

If for some reason you don’t stalk me and haven’t found a way to read every comment I ever write on other people’s pages, then you might not be aware that within one year (2014-2015), I sent about 100 resumes and had about 90 interviews. I had actually started to write a blog post about it so I could tell the humorous stories from those rejections, but it turns out it’s still a downer to talk about in detail. Maybe I’m over 45 rejections and need another year to move on from the other 45.

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Did I just make this awkward? I made this weird.

Somehow, my current teaching position just came to me. Continue reading “Job Hunting? Don’t Not Do This”

I Forgot How to People

November was rough.

I work remotely in the education scene and November is when things really start to pick up. A gal finishes grading midterms, reviews students’ rough drafts, and prepares for the heavy fall of approximately 1,000 pages of essays.

I had loaded up on nourishing snacks that served as brain food in graduate school. I figured if they helped me get through as a student, they ought to help as an educator. These include but are not limited to jalapeño chips, Pepsi, Snickers, and mixed nuts (haha, I said nuts).

My office is located in the southwesternmost corner of my bedroom. At the beginning of the month, things went as they typically do. I sat at my desk, and graded like a normal adult might. In fact, it was as I imagined my professors did once upon a time. I wore normal clothes that suggested that I might be an adult. This means that they were clean, my pants matched my top, Continue reading “I Forgot How to People”

How I Got Lost and Found

Friends, Colleagues, Staff, Readers, MeghaFans!

I’m back! I certainly did not expect to take the full month off from writing and I feel like apologizing. I did the Texas bit and had a blast. I enjoyed Fathers’ Day (I haven’t looked up the various writer’s guides, but I feel strongly that the apostrophe belongs after the “s,” y’know?) and conquered a somewhat tall Ferris wheel. Hashtag: I’m a survivor. I unexpectedly and gratefully volunteered for a film festival wherein I took on the stage for the first time in four years. I sorta want to live on it. Thankfully, one of the local parks has a stage, so I will probably just start hopping on that daily and performing for no one just to get my need out of the way. Finally, I saw my 11-month-old best friend and his mom. Er, I mean my best friend and her 11-month-old, a visit that I’ve been needing for over two months. I don’t like when I miss an entire month of that baby’s life. Because now he’s basically a grown business man and I missed seeing him grow into that.

Now that you know what I’ve been up to and why the dickens I’d neglect you for an entire month, it’s time for us to discuss something that I did, how I got through, and how you, too, can get yourself in and out of this predicament. Continue reading “How I Got Lost and Found”

Why Cleaning Becomes A Makeover

I’m going to tell you a little secret.

I mean, this just the internet. It’ll just stay between you and me, right?

Okay.

I don’t like cleaning.

I mean, I don’t mind wiping down the counters after I make a quick sandwich (I’ve really been into bologna this week. What’s that about?). I shed like a molting parakeet, so I also don’t have any qualms about wiping my hair up after a good brushin’. I also panic and Continue reading “Why Cleaning Becomes A Makeover”