I was just talking to my roommate (Hi, Mom!) about Stranger Danger (note to self: Add “Stranger Danger” to list of possible band names) and how she prepared her children to keep an eye out for Bad Strangers.
My brothers are several years older than me, so I don’t really know their experiences with strangers, how they knew when someone was out to get them, or when someone was just being friendly.
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 was sad because my computer doesn’t have a painting program that is so sophisticated as Microsoft Paint. If I want to use such a thing to make a cartoon like the one gracing the top of this gorgeous blog, I have to walk 60 feet all the way to the other side of the house and use the desktop computer. And, gosh. I just have to weigh my options. First of all, my room is where my office is located, which I believe we established in the blog about how I’m slowly losing my people skills. What if I want to look up and stare at Continue reading “I just want to blogor my stories”
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”
My pretties. I owe you an apology. I have not gifted you with my words for months. I do not know what came over me. I will remind you, though, that I began this blog by setting myself up for failure to stick to a schedule. You were to expect that I would not regularly update.
I now have 55 minutes left in 2016 in Central Standard Time. Let us see if I can squeeze in one more post for the year.
I shall go with The Predictable and write a New Years Eve post.
I remember celebrating the year 2000. I worked at Walgreens and everyone was preparing for Y2K, which just translates to Year 2000. But it was said in a way that meant that life as we knew it was going to end. Computers were expected to stop and for reasons that I never understood, this meant that the world was going to stop. One customer told me that even cars were Continue reading “Y2Okay”
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”