I Was Told There Would Be Donuts...

...have lighted fools. "Ooh...that's a touchy subject." Days and days and days go by, and really...how often do you hear this phrase? A lot. And when I say-a lot. I mean, a crap-ton. Daily. Hourly. Touchy subject. Let those words sink in for just a minute. In a Facebook culture-those words are just common moniker. Taboo is no longer taboo. People talk about everything-openly. On a public forum, like it is chattel. People post memes of declaration and passionate topics like they are standing on their own personal soap box-only from behind the safe confines of their Think Pads and Chromebooks. There are no real heroes in this world. Even politicians, activists, are joining hand in hand with housewives and students behind the veil of the interwebs. They cry out in unison..."this is unfair, that is right, this is unjust, this is left..." People. It's fucking ridiculous. I posted last last week about the Kavanaugh debacle, and the ...

...French Pastry. Yum, amiright?  So hubby and I got into a convo about my writing this eve. Nothing bad, just talk. We do that sometimes. I guess they say that this is a normal thing that married couples do, right? Anyway-while talking he commented constructively that sometimes the way I write doesn't actually sit well with an everyday reader. He's honest and observant and that's precisely one of the reasons I married his fine ass. But that said... Hmm. Yeah, I can dig his input. But...I did also tell him what he already knew. I don't care. 🤷 You see, I write for me. And I write exactly how a conversation with a friend normally goes. Like I am literally sitting with my BFF or my husband having coffee and telling her or him about my life, or my day-as it were. I write in my real voice. Which has been called many descriptive terms. Abrasive Loud Truthful Scary Negative Self-defeating, deprecating, esteem-lacking. Bold And I could go on f...

...Kill me? (Beck, get it???) So. I'm a loser. Settle down...not in the everybody feel sorry for me way. I don't mean, like...total loser. Lonesome loser...etc. I am a loser of things. Things like jobs, especially. To be fair-I never lose my keys. But, of course since I just said that-I probably will now. Awesome. Thanks. In the greater scheme of things, losing a job is not always a terrible thing. Sure, it can add stress to your significant other, and to yourself in the financial aspect. But when you weigh it...some stress is vehemently worse than others. Work stress over idiotic shit is the worst . And yeah...much more soul sucking than the eventual financial setbacks. I have lived in both worlds, and the sadness of dredging yourself to a job where it is literally just a paycheck and leaves you feeling empty everyday is worse, again to reiterate-than any other stress for the most part. There's death, sure. But it has to be a close second. Doesn't it? ...

...Is the new 30. So. I am an operations manager for a local company. Last week, the owner and I-in anticipation of a rise in business due to the upcoming holiday season, decided to run an employment ad. We want to hire 2 people. The procedure for this was-send a job application/resume to our page at Facebook. If you are qualified for the position, I instructed that I would send that candidate 5 follow up questions via email before we go forward in setting up a face to face interview. We got about 20 responses pretty quickly after we posted the ad. Out of the 20 I pre-screened (checked the qualifications on the app, looked at the Facebook pages if they had an open page, and made sure that the application was filled out correctly to confirm they could follow directions) I chose 10 of those 20 people to send the 5 questions to. Out of those 10...not one response. (crickets...taps mic...is this thing on???) So after this-I send reminders to each person via Facebook mess...

...Mine is top notch. A letter to my Husband, It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, or presumes, or assumes. Opinions-are like assholes. Everyone has one, and some stink worse than others. But this post isn't about opinions. It's about facts. It's about YOU. The YOU who works hard every day of his life to provide. The YOU who tries, no matter what. You never give up. (yes, I notice) The YOU who loves those in his life (even the jackass people who do not deserve it) with a fierceness that equals the heat of the sun. The YOU who takes care of me, in spite of myself. The YOU who wants everyone to be happy, and will drive yourself crazy looking for ways to make this happen-even to your own detriment. The YOU who loves my kid, even when he is a teenaged butthead. And the YOU...who loves me. The same girl who knows all this and probably doesn't deserve you all of the time. And definitely doesn't tell you enough. I apprecia...

I am known for rushing headlong into things. I am a doer. Not a stand in the sidelines kind of person. I will almost always volunteer for things-unless it is singing. because, trust me-no one wants to hear that. Ever heard cats under your window or in the alley out back doing it? If you have, you know the sound of horror. That's me. Singing. Damnit. I hate it when I get off track. Sorry, I did have a point. I blame the lack of Ritalin. Anyway, I was always the person who sat in the front row of class if I could. I always raised my hand. I always volunteered for extra duties, and extra things. Yes, I was THAT girl. So, recently I auditioned for a play (not a musical, we covered this already) A play. A macabre, Ray Bradbury, Halloween time play. And I got a part. Miraculously. Not the part I auditioned for-which was a kind of minor lead.. But, I was stoked to even be chosen at all. with 80-ish people who auditioned with me (for a non-musical) which set a record, I...

Read this: I have decided to do a weekly thing. Basically, I am going to pick apart memes, post comically in yay fashion, about an article, or rip it to shreds.  Fun, huh? Look. I spend too much time on the cesspool of Facebook. I know it, you know it, and the world knows it. It's a guilty indulgence. But, one I make no apologies for because I have anxiety. And because of this...the escape of the non real world in this shiny little box is the thing that takes my head away from whatever is freaking me out on any given day. Also, Facebook is part of my job. I do social media stuff among other tasks as an operations manager for a local company.  So, there you are.  So, I see a ton of "dank" memes. And a ton of "fake news" and even more fundamentalist religion posts and crazy Trumptards spouting something about how that one Mexican guy is stealing their neighbors' job....🙄 It's like almost 100% of the newsfeed, kids.  However...It's ...