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.
Before I begin, I really don’t think this post has to be gender-specific, which is why I called this “What’s in Your Bag” and not “What’s in Your Purse” or “What’s in Your Murse.”
I have puh-lenty of male friends who carry messenger bags, laptop bags, recyclable grocery bags, and bags shaped like puppies.
I’m not even sure this is limited to bags. I think what I’m about to discuss has pertained to my desk drawers at work and certainly to That One Junk Drawer I know we all have, so don’t pretend your home doesn’t have one. Sometimes, you just have to toss a bobby pin in the Junk Drawer in case a situation arises and you need it in that room.
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”
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”
I am preparing to go on my favorite vacation of the year. It is time to visit The Cousin that I mention from time to time on here.
I feel bad, because I mention her as if she’s the only cousin I have. I’m actually visiting many cousins, a coupla aunts, and an uncle. I love them all to pieces, however I’m certain that there are times that they’d be A-OK pretending if The Cousin and I weren’t related. That’s unfortunately the great thing about us. We don’t try to get ourselves in ridiculous situations (e.g., dressed in pajamas and pantyhose, we were chased down by a farmer in the middle of the woods ), the ridiculous situations come to us. Continue reading “Packing Carry On Luggage”
A couple of days ago, our friend (yours and mine… and if she isn’t yours, you need to rush over and become her friend now) Amanda at Just In Queso nominated me to participate in the 3-day Quote Challenge.
I pulled out one of my favorite Maya Angelou quotes to reflect on why working to be normal is eh. Why be normal when being your best you is amazing. That’s my interpretation, anyway. I’ve always been jealous that I can’t write like she could.
Then I didn’t realize I was quoting a song from Annie when I suggested that you might be partially nude if you don’t smile when you greet people around you.