I kept seeing all these little snippets on social media about Mercury Retrograde, and when will it be over, and omg it's so bad (Okay, so mostly from RKOBH). Of course my ass waits until it's passed to actually read up on it. I figured it meant that the current alignment of Mercury was wreaking havoc on peoples lives.
Retrograde means that the planet appears to be moving backward in the sky. Mercury comes from the Latin word merx, or mercator, which means merchant (thank you, Almanac.com) and is also the name that the ancient Romans gave to the Greek god Hermes (yes, before he got epitomized in the form of bright orange boxes and outrageously priced scarves). Anyways, when Mercury's in retrograde, one is supposed to stay calm, don't make any important financial decisions, don't travel, play it safe and keep your head down until the chaos has passed.
Now, I'm looking back at the time period when such chaos was ensuing, and I didn't really have any disasters. I was totally miserable at my old job, but I hooked myself up with a better one. I did give one super shitty haircut, however, that WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN! That, I'm going to blame on Mercury Retrograde for sure.
How was your October between the 4th and the 25th?
K
Showing posts with label job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label job. Show all posts
October 29, 2014
October 18, 2014
Career Advancement and I Have Fallen off the Writing Train
Good morning my little munchkins. I have excellent news- I have landed a new job- better paying, better atmosphere, better....everything (insert emoticons of celebrations).
I had a hellish week of back-to-back interviews, one every damn day except on Thursday. Got the news on my Friday lunch break and was breaking out in mini jigs all rest of the day while I moved around Christmas merchandise at the current job. Which gets you covered in glitter. How ironic is it that I never wore glitter-which everyone associates with strippers and whores- while dancing but now twinkle regularly?? (Naked tip-girls, don't ever wear glitter. The key is anonymity- the guys want memories, not physical evidence to take home to their wives. DONT. WEAR. GLITTER. EVER.)
Anyways, I start next month and I'M SO EXCITED!! I have to get pretty much a whole new wardrobe, which is exciting with a touch of sadness. I can wear pretty clothes, and HEELS !!!!! and not sweat my ass off all day! Which in turn, means that a gym membership will be necessary. Not a problem- that is my preferred mode of exercise. A little tiny bit sad because no more yoga pants. So comfy. No more shopping discount :((((
As far as falling off the writing train, I've just been so distracted and exhausted and in business mode that the writing bug gets trampled. Don't worry- I feel it coming back already and I think I will take a train ride today. I don't know if I will ever be able to balance the writer and the businesswoman, they don't like each other. Hmm, should I work on Willow Black or Broken Bloodlines?
By the way, I have had this vampire story in my head for 10 years. And it's still not done. I have such strong moments of wanting to scrap it. I probably should. But I feel like there's a strong, inventive element I can work into it. It just hasn't shown itself to me yet. There's some surprising twist in the plot and the characters that will be amazing once it finally pops out.
I'm listening to electronic dub right now, and it's amazing. Once in a while the alien spaceship sound will go off and I'll jump :P Good Times.
K
I had a hellish week of back-to-back interviews, one every damn day except on Thursday. Got the news on my Friday lunch break and was breaking out in mini jigs all rest of the day while I moved around Christmas merchandise at the current job. Which gets you covered in glitter. How ironic is it that I never wore glitter-which everyone associates with strippers and whores- while dancing but now twinkle regularly?? (Naked tip-girls, don't ever wear glitter. The key is anonymity- the guys want memories, not physical evidence to take home to their wives. DONT. WEAR. GLITTER. EVER.)
Anyways, I start next month and I'M SO EXCITED!! I have to get pretty much a whole new wardrobe, which is exciting with a touch of sadness. I can wear pretty clothes, and HEELS !!!!! and not sweat my ass off all day! Which in turn, means that a gym membership will be necessary. Not a problem- that is my preferred mode of exercise. A little tiny bit sad because no more yoga pants. So comfy. No more shopping discount :((((
As far as falling off the writing train, I've just been so distracted and exhausted and in business mode that the writing bug gets trampled. Don't worry- I feel it coming back already and I think I will take a train ride today. I don't know if I will ever be able to balance the writer and the businesswoman, they don't like each other. Hmm, should I work on Willow Black or Broken Bloodlines?
By the way, I have had this vampire story in my head for 10 years. And it's still not done. I have such strong moments of wanting to scrap it. I probably should. But I feel like there's a strong, inventive element I can work into it. It just hasn't shown itself to me yet. There's some surprising twist in the plot and the characters that will be amazing once it finally pops out.
I'm listening to electronic dub right now, and it's amazing. Once in a while the alien spaceship sound will go off and I'll jump :P Good Times.
K
October 19, 2013
Late Night Thoughts
"Fuck the fame/ I'm a simply man"
"Tell me is it cool to fuck?/ Did you think I came to talk?/ Am I a fool or what?"
It's 11:03 and I should be in bed. I was at work till almost ten and I'm almost ready to sleep.
The lover and I dropped off our first load to the new place, we're both excited about being out in the country :) What I'm not looking forward to is driving around there.....we'll see how brutal this winter turns out to be be. Can't prevent it anyway :P It's not like I haven't driven in plenty of inclemental weather, that's for damn sure. I was thinking the other day how I've never *knocks on wood* hit a deer, although I have certainly had to slam on the brakes for them plenty of times. I don't know how I made it to work on the farm sometimes, driving half-asleep. Deer were often my second alarm clock, lol. WIDE AWAKE NOW, THANKS!
Can I discuss the topic of anxiety for a moment? I have always had anxiety, from being a small child on up, however I only put a name to it and figured out what that awful feeling was around age 25. I really didn't know what anxiety was until then, even though I have always dealt with it. I worried about everything when I was a kid, & I was shy and withdrawn. Riding the school bus was often a huge task, and I was so terrified of getting on the wrong bus, or missing my bus and not getting home. I was part of the team in my high school that put together the first ever literary journal for that school, and I loved it. However, having to ride the late bus was so nerve-racking, I didn't always go to meetings b/c I couldn't face having to ride the late bus.
In July I was dealing with New Job Anxiety, and here I am again in October dealing with the same. I AM NOT COMPLAINING, and I understand that it is what it is, and it will pass, just as it did for the first non-naked job. But it's so annoying. I hate the tightness in my chest and back, and the rapid heartbeat. Not to mention the fleeting moments of nausea. Oh yeah, that's all me, nice little nutcase package. I get annoyed with it when I'm working, like GO AWAY! Followed by: Just breathe, bitch. And to my credit, I have made tremendous progress this year, and have gotten pretty stupendous at working through it. It's not something that I let hold me back, and well, you just get kinda used to being uncomfortable.
New Job is also Lonely Time, when you haven't really made any work buddies and it's awkward when you enter the break room. Not that I give a fuck what any of the non-manager staff think of me, but it just makes me think of my former naked buddies, and how close we were in a way, due to the nudity. Working at this particular place also makes me miss my best friend, whom I used to shop there with once upon a time. I need more adult gfs :( Got plenty of dysfunctional ones to hang with, but I'm not interested anymore.
Those that know me know that I'm obsessed with the Kardashians, especially Kim and her fat ass, but in their defense, they have given me a powerful tool-the saying: Fake it Till You Make It. I'm sure they weren't the first to say such, but they are the ones I associate with it and it really helps for dealing with moments of anxiety. Fake It Till You Make It, Baby. Even when you feel like shit, and you're a basketcase inside, act like a fucking Queen. Till you can afford to be yourself again, har har.
Fuck the Haters, is another that's often tossed around. Gathering a bit of arrogance around you can be a strong armor, when needed :P
Thanks for listening,
K
"Tell me is it cool to fuck?/ Did you think I came to talk?/ Am I a fool or what?"
It's 11:03 and I should be in bed. I was at work till almost ten and I'm almost ready to sleep.
The lover and I dropped off our first load to the new place, we're both excited about being out in the country :) What I'm not looking forward to is driving around there.....we'll see how brutal this winter turns out to be be. Can't prevent it anyway :P It's not like I haven't driven in plenty of inclemental weather, that's for damn sure. I was thinking the other day how I've never *knocks on wood* hit a deer, although I have certainly had to slam on the brakes for them plenty of times. I don't know how I made it to work on the farm sometimes, driving half-asleep. Deer were often my second alarm clock, lol. WIDE AWAKE NOW, THANKS!
Can I discuss the topic of anxiety for a moment? I have always had anxiety, from being a small child on up, however I only put a name to it and figured out what that awful feeling was around age 25. I really didn't know what anxiety was until then, even though I have always dealt with it. I worried about everything when I was a kid, & I was shy and withdrawn. Riding the school bus was often a huge task, and I was so terrified of getting on the wrong bus, or missing my bus and not getting home. I was part of the team in my high school that put together the first ever literary journal for that school, and I loved it. However, having to ride the late bus was so nerve-racking, I didn't always go to meetings b/c I couldn't face having to ride the late bus.
In July I was dealing with New Job Anxiety, and here I am again in October dealing with the same. I AM NOT COMPLAINING, and I understand that it is what it is, and it will pass, just as it did for the first non-naked job. But it's so annoying. I hate the tightness in my chest and back, and the rapid heartbeat. Not to mention the fleeting moments of nausea. Oh yeah, that's all me, nice little nutcase package. I get annoyed with it when I'm working, like GO AWAY! Followed by: Just breathe, bitch. And to my credit, I have made tremendous progress this year, and have gotten pretty stupendous at working through it. It's not something that I let hold me back, and well, you just get kinda used to being uncomfortable.
New Job is also Lonely Time, when you haven't really made any work buddies and it's awkward when you enter the break room. Not that I give a fuck what any of the non-manager staff think of me, but it just makes me think of my former naked buddies, and how close we were in a way, due to the nudity. Working at this particular place also makes me miss my best friend, whom I used to shop there with once upon a time. I need more adult gfs :( Got plenty of dysfunctional ones to hang with, but I'm not interested anymore.
Those that know me know that I'm obsessed with the Kardashians, especially Kim and her fat ass, but in their defense, they have given me a powerful tool-the saying: Fake it Till You Make It. I'm sure they weren't the first to say such, but they are the ones I associate with it and it really helps for dealing with moments of anxiety. Fake It Till You Make It, Baby. Even when you feel like shit, and you're a basketcase inside, act like a fucking Queen. Till you can afford to be yourself again, har har.
Fuck the Haters, is another that's often tossed around. Gathering a bit of arrogance around you can be a strong armor, when needed :P
Thanks for listening,
K
September 27, 2013
It's Friday, Bitches!
Hello there.
Posting to you from our amazing bed, in pajamas, w/ a warm purring kitty next to me.
I had a very productive, busy week & am going to reward myself w/ a nap for a little bit. Mmmm, sleep.
I had two job interviews on Wednesday, both of them went well & I heard back from one yesterday w/ a job offer! So excited- I'm gng to try to pursue my dream of becoming a fashion buyer someday. I would love that, although if something better paying comes along.....hmm, I don't know. We'll see how it goes. There's lots of opportunity to grow w/ this company, and if I could work up to being a buyer for them, that would be ideal. Pretty sure I need a Bachelors degree, which I plan on pursuing next fall. Maybe earlier than that if I think I'm ready to buckle down again, haha.
Ok, I'm gng to pass out for a bit. Then I have a haircut & color appointment & some catch-up w/ my (ex) gf later #girlyday
K
August 16, 2013
Graduation
Don't worry guys-- I did graduate ;) Can I get a WHOOO HHOOOOOO!!! Only took me twice as long as it should have :P And I had many, many moments of doubt, and changed my major about three times. Last semester especially- Spring semester of 2013 was the only semester I kept a full-time schedule, and it was brutal! How do people go full-time through their whole degree? It is so fucking stressful! Oh yeah, they usually live at home with parents and don't work (if any of my readers hold at least a part-time job, live on their own, and go to school full-time, feel free to object in the comments sections). I was making the aggravating drive up to that campus about five times a week, then going to a job I had zero interest in anymore. There were many crying episodes in the shower, let me tell you.
But those clouds have passed, and its onto better and bigger things! Can I get an AMEN?
K
But those clouds have passed, and its onto better and bigger things! Can I get an AMEN?
K
July 23, 2013
Execution
For those that know me, you know how I like to analyze things, situations, life changes, etc. So I've been mulling over this new stage in my life where I'm at, and the past one.
While I do not regret my time spent in the naked lifestyle, I wonder at the effects it's had on me.
For example, even though I am a total morning person now ~7 a.m. 6 days a week, have been since February and I love it....I still have a tremendous amount of trouble being productive before 11 a.m. And I still get a minor second wind late in the evening, like 8 p.m. If it's a work-at-home-writing day, I can work fairly steadily 11 a.m. onward, but if could just get it to start at like, 8:30 a.m., I'd be so much more productive. That I'm blaming on dancing.
Another thing: I'm still shaking off the schedule of being active and working hard (no pun intended. Ok, well for demonstrative purposes...hehe, that doesn't make it any less funny, huh?)for a small space of time (i.e. 4-minute lapdance) then slacking off for a half hour. Repeat. Granted, I have much longer productive times than the time it takes to make $20, but still if I could just work steadily most of the time allotted for work, I'd get more shit done. That I'm blaming on dancing.
Another thing: I feel like I've been released back into normal life; obviously the exotic dancer lifestyle isn't the best dinner conversation, and there are a lot of stigmas that plenty of girls fit into. So I felt like somewhat of a social outcast while I was engaged in naked nefarious deeds, and always choked when someone asked what my job was. I felt as if I stood on the edge of society; don't get me wrong, it didn't upset me that much since I'm not super fond of people, but still.
I feel like I've been introduced to society from a stint in the wild urban jungle. Sometimes I miss the other cheetahs but they'll take down prey without me ;)
K
While I do not regret my time spent in the naked lifestyle, I wonder at the effects it's had on me.
For example, even though I am a total morning person now ~7 a.m. 6 days a week, have been since February and I love it....I still have a tremendous amount of trouble being productive before 11 a.m. And I still get a minor second wind late in the evening, like 8 p.m. If it's a work-at-home-writing day, I can work fairly steadily 11 a.m. onward, but if could just get it to start at like, 8:30 a.m., I'd be so much more productive. That I'm blaming on dancing.
Another thing: I'm still shaking off the schedule of being active and working hard (no pun intended. Ok, well for demonstrative purposes...hehe, that doesn't make it any less funny, huh?)for a small space of time (i.e. 4-minute lapdance) then slacking off for a half hour. Repeat. Granted, I have much longer productive times than the time it takes to make $20, but still if I could just work steadily most of the time allotted for work, I'd get more shit done. That I'm blaming on dancing.
Another thing: I feel like I've been released back into normal life; obviously the exotic dancer lifestyle isn't the best dinner conversation, and there are a lot of stigmas that plenty of girls fit into. So I felt like somewhat of a social outcast while I was engaged in naked nefarious deeds, and always choked when someone asked what my job was. I felt as if I stood on the edge of society; don't get me wrong, it didn't upset me that much since I'm not super fond of people, but still.
I feel like I've been introduced to society from a stint in the wild urban jungle. Sometimes I miss the other cheetahs but they'll take down prey without me ;)
K
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