NEW RULES

I have purposely stayed away from my blog for a few days because I didn't want to rant and complain about work. I don't think that most people want to hear a twenty-something complain about how they loath their part time job, when most people in this economy would gladly take any job that came their way. 

SO, the purpose of this entry is to build myself up instead of resort to pity parties. And so, I have made a few rules.

 RULES:

1. I will detach myself from the situation at work if things go sour (i.e my boss gets pissy) and remind myself not to take his actions so personally (i.e strap on the teflon skin)

2. I will remind myself that being given more hours is not a death sentence, but instead an opportunity to make more money. (Starting tomorrow, I will take on a 40 hour week).

3. I will take my mom's advice and try to give myself a purpose at my job--like remind myself that I am helping people or improving someone's day (this is hard for me: most of the time, the only person I feel like I'm helping is my boss, and personally, taking care of his cigar humidor and screening his calls for him doesn't seem like a lot in the grand scheme of humanity). BUT I'm going to try to find a purpose.

4. I will treat myself and take care of myself when things get stressfully or crummy.

5. I will leave my work drama at the door when I get home. Home is MY place and I choose for it to be a stress free atmosphere. 

6. I also want to remind myself that this is just a job. If something happens (like I get FIRED per say), I can always find another one. This whole year is simply a learning experience.

Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Alexander Style)

WAHHHH.

I hope you've all read Alexander's No Good Very Bad Day at least once. It's a great children's book that teaches that everyone has bad days, even in Australia.

And what do you know, I had such a day.

Reasons:

1. My boss yelled at me. He asked me to meet him in the club room and I thought he said the conference room. My bad. When I finally did find him I was greeted by a man smoking a cigar and reading an newspaper, who uttered a snarly "Now means now."  He was upset because he didn't like the song playing on the system ( I don't make the playlist, FYI). I'm sorry you don't like Green Day buddy, but that's no reason to yell at me. And I'm sorry that you think you are so important that you can't get up off your own behind and push a button on an iPod. I have now coined a very nice nickname for him: JefFU.

2. Lack of sleep, Ty and I had a long talk last night, which resulted in me only getting 5 hours of sleep. It also resulted in a stuffy nose and the loss of a box of tissues, as I did a lot of crying. Everything is okay right now, but seriously, thin walls are no fun when you are having said situation.

3.  35 minutes spent on phone with Fed Ex. There was an issue with a package and JefFU needed to know why. The reason, "sometimes these things happen" is apparently not good enough for him. So, I, the temp, got the lovely job of calling a 1-800 number and getting transfered a million times. 

Golly, geee woow. Rotten day.

But I am home and I plan to sleep. 

I also plan to remove all traces of my name from this blog. 

This Week(ends)'s Agenda

Way back when, oh say about 10 years ago, I was a secretary for our local 4-H group. Go ahead and laugh (I am), but those peeps taught me to sew and cook and can like no one's business. And they also taught me how to take notes. In honor of them, I thought I'd borrow secretarial format...okay, not really because of them, but because I just wanted to.

Anyways...

OLD BUSINESS

1.Fight with best friend

2.Close proximity to brother

3.Arrogant dude at work

NEW BUSINESS

1.Fight with boyfriend (argument or disagreement is really a better word)

2. Enjoying close proximity to brother

3. Work is getting better.

Elaborations

1. A recent phone call which began with a compliment (Me: "can't wait for us to live together") and ended with a conflict (Him: "Sometimes thinking about this leaves me a little anxious.) Arrghhh! The most annoying thing about arguing long distance is that these things always seem to happen at an inopportune time---as did this one, as he was at a coffee house and I was surrounded by thin walls and roommates. Yikes.  Resolution? Yes. Lingering yucky feelings? Maybe just a bit.

2.  My brother and I hung out today. K joined the Crew team and as a result, we haven't gotten to hang out much. Apparently, Crew is both physically and socially draining. Anyways, I snatched K from the dorms, took him back to my place and made him a good ol' homemade dinner. He loved it. As did I. Perhaps we could make this a weekly thing? 

3. Work is getting better, like a said above. I've done everything from polish silver knifes to contact AG candidates to fax invoices. 9-3. That's me. Arrogant dude is still arrogant. And for some reason, I always make a fool of myself in front of him. But you know what? I'm putting on the teflon skin and just letting it slide off my shoulders. Or at least that's what I'm trying to do. 

NEXT MEETING

1. Trip to SC to Visit T

2. Jersey Shore Parties

3. My Thrifting Glories

3. 

 

This Blog Should Really Be Titled: How To Live With Cool People

No, seriously. 

I, am, for once in my life, surrounded by cool people.

I am living with them, in fact.

That being said...so far, I really like my roommates. And I really like work.

(Minus an arrogant pretty boy who makes me feel stooooppidd. He does. But I'm trying not to let him.)

I've been working 8 hour days. Remember when I was complaining about 4 hour ones?

What a wimp I was. 

Also, NEW DEVELOPMENT(s)

1. My brother moved into the dorms. For those of you who don't know, K is going to school at my alma mater (which is also where I live currently).

2. My BFF and I are having issues. Does this happen? I know people have issues with their BFs but BFFs? Really? 

Teee Geee Eyyyee Effff!

No, seriously.

It's Friday.

T's visiting this weekend and I just put his favorite--tamale pie--in the oven. When I got off work, I ran to Target and I bought Mike's Hard Lemonade to celebrate (my first time buying alcohol at a store, no joke).


Man, Friday hasn't felt this good since, well, high school. Remember when we went to school for like hours and hours, back to back? Yeah, I haven't had this feeling since high school.


And guess what!? I got a promotion, or as much of a promotion as a temp could get, I suppose.

They want me to work more hours! Ca-ching!

Just Call Me Anne Hathaway

"I used to worry too much, take myself too seriously. I had to learn that perfectionism slows everything down. All it does is keep you motivated by fear." -Anne Hathaway

For some reason, I love this quote. I think it may have to do with the fact that Anne Hathaway and moi share a few similarities. We both admit to being perfectionistic at times and we both admit that we worry a little to much. My anxiety level, as well as my desire for perfection, is something that I grapple with everyday. After a quarter or so of counseling sessions last year at school, I've learned how to better deal with both. But I'm still dealing and I'm sure you'll see more of my battle to overcome it. Stick around long enough and you'll see what I mean.



Oh and speaking of Miss Hathaway, I had a Devil Wears Prada moment today. I had to pick up a sandwich for my boss. Just like Anne's character, I ran around town looking for the silly sandwich place( which was extremely hidden between a court building and an old opera house). And apparently my boss has "Miranda Presely" status, because as soon as I uttered his name the sandwich was in my hands.

Hello? I didn't know that this happened outside books and movies.

Also, I forgot to mention that the people I am working for are worth millions of dollars. Cool, yes. Intimidating, slightly.

You're Gonna Make it After All

So, I may have had a crazy day that began with:

"You need to step up your phone skills" (via swanky temp job that sort of intimidates me)

and ended with:

"I don't want to do my homework or eat dinner or do anything you say" (via babysitting)

And 10 hours later I was home.

Wheww.



My Mom keeps telling me that I remind her of the theme from Mary Tyler Moore.

And I have to agree somewhat. I may not throw my hat in Time Square or live in NY, but despite all this chaos and confusion, you know what?

I am going to make it after all.