Sunday, November 21, 2010


There is a rumor in my family that we are related to the Hiltons. You know, Conrad Hilton. Be My Guest. My granddaughter has issues. Those Hiltons. My paternal grandparents use to boast this to company, while my mom rolled her eyes in the background. "They're not even related by blood," my mom would secretly scoff to us children.   

Whatever the truth may be, I like to think that I am related to the Hiltons. And I like to think that this is the reason why I am not phased in the slightest by wealth.

Which may explain one of the reasons that I am not impressed by my boss.

I mean, he's only a millionaire. I know that I am merely a child of the middle class, but please---millionaires are a dime a dozen these days, right?

I'd also like to mention that my boss is not the nicest of people. He is racist homophobe who subscribes to Christianity. He chew people out using four letter words, with the rage of a temper tantrum throwing two year old.  And as an English major, "F*** You's" and "NO SH**" seem very blase.  


 Whenever he uses these choice words with me, I simply remind myself that he may have millions but I have something that he doesn't have---a college degree.


I usually remind myself of this when I am in my car, on my lunch break, bawling my eyes out.


I have gone through a lot of klenex in the past few months.


Maybe it's depression. Maybe it's me feeling sorry for myself.


Whatever it is, I need to figure it out.


Oh snizzz. I was suppose to make a doctor's appointment.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

And I'm Back, From Outerspace...


I'm back.

I took a break from bloging for awhile, as you may have noticed. 

I decided that I had nothing to write about and no one wanted to hear me complain about how much I hated work. 


Well, I still dislike work but that doesn't mean I don't have anything to write about. 

There is nothing wrong with chronicling your depressive moods, your moments of happy simplicity or your battle through a quarterlife crisis. 

I may have risen above the ramen from college, but I still have a lot more rising to do.

That being said:

I'm trying this new thing:

Using my lists to demonstrate positivity. 

And here I go:

1. I am grateful for my own room in my own apartment that has a comfy bed and a nice laptop and a very classic picture of Audrey Hepburn on the wall.

2. I am grateful for my love of food. It motivates me and just plain makes me happy and content. Hello, Trader Joes.

3. I am grateful that I have such a wonderful family that will change their Thanksgiving plans just for me.

4. I am grateful that I have a boyfriend who is so sensitive and loving. Today, when I apologized for my crying and ranting, he said "Don't be sorry. I am invested in you. I care about you. Never be sorry."

5. I am grateful that my roommates and I get along. We made apple dumplings today. It was swell.