Trust me when I say I feel lost without my cell phone whenever I manage the amazing feat of forgetting it at home. *GASP* What am I thinking? How DARE I leave home without my cell phone? Every one else in this country is attached to theirs like best friends are attached at the hip. It’s always in the palm of my hand or safely nestled into my back pocket. How is it possible for me to forget it at home?
Oh, it’s possible. I feel the Universe is sending me a signal when this rare occasion happens. Literally, I translate it to this: Stop being a slave to your cell phone. If you’re not expecting an important call, no message you receive between now and tonight will change the course of your day, let alone your life. But mostly, stop acting like your cell phone is your oxygen tank AKA something you need to live from minute to minute on this planet.
Really, it’s incredibly liberating to forget your cell phone or to have it die from too much use halfway through the normal working day when you don’t necessarily need it for something. No incessant buzzing, no stupid questions from people, and most importantly, no feeling the need to check my phone every 5 seconds to make sure I haven’t missed a call or a text message. I can’t say I don’t already check my phone incessantly. I do. There are a handful of people I text throughout the day for a multitude of reasons, most of them because I want to be talking to these people throughout the day and because they entertain. I also care about them and want to know what they’re up to. Some might call that excessive, but there are plenty of other things in my life considered far more excessive.
Like my need to know everything happening in the London Olympics right now. More specifically, what Ryan Lochte tweeted from day-to-day. (Am I a crushing, pathetic female, or what?)
The reason cell phones and their incessant need to always be attached to the palm of our hands is easy enough to understand as to why it’s causing me a bit of angst. In my ten minute drive to work, I had to slam on my brakes twice…TWICE…to avoid hitting another vehicle because both drivers were finding it more important to be chatting away on their cell phones than looking at both directions of incoming traffic. It’s one thing when you’re driving a tine Geo Metro, but when you’re behind the wheel of a large F-150 truck with a loaded truck bed and you decided to creep across 3 lanes of traffic because you’re so busy talking on your cell phone and watching traffic coming from the opposite direction in which I’m coming at you from…I have a big problem with you.
I know in my bones that today is not my day to die. I will not be making my way to meet my maker this evening. So put away your damn cell phone and look both ways before crossing the street. Didn’t your mother teach you anything when you were in kindergarten?!
That might be the reason why I enjoy the previews for Matthew Perry’s new show ‘Go On’ so much, particularly when they show the clip of Perry throwing his shoe or a clipboard (Maybe even a smoothie?) at a car’s windshield and screams, “Stop texting. You’re going to kill someone.” Not only do I like Perry and his incredible understanding of sarcastic humor (I will always love him as Chandler Bing from Friends), but he also pens a pretty true statement here.
How many people have come forward to say they know a loved one died in a car accident probably due to the fact of trying to read a text message while driving, and when they look at the time the guilty text message was sent and the time of the crash coincides with that text message? Doesn’t seem so important anymore, does it?
It wouldn’t be fair to say I’m innocent of the above crime. False, as Dwight would say. I have held conversations while in the office of my car’s interior. I have broken the law and talked on my cell phone while driving. I’m not proud to say I do it,but I have done it. It’s a bad habit to break. Like picking at your cuticle beds. When you think about it, it’s really disgusting.
But to keep the mood light, I came across a funny little list here, and I’d like to share it with you. What’s life if there isn’t anything to laugh about?
Seven Signs You’re Addicted to your Cell Phone:
3.) The insurance policy you bought for it trumps your own.
4.) You RSVP’d “no” to your friend’s party because she lives in a “dead zone.”
5.) At the dinner table, you text your teenager to pass the salt.
6.) Forget flying! You ride the train, where nobody tells you to power off.
7.) Your husband told you that you’re “all thumbs” and you took it as a compliment.
That’s going to be it for now. Not only am I feeling incredibly sleepy, but I’m just not having it with anybody. Zero tolerance for idiocy right now, and I’m very much enjoying an entire floor to myself at this place tonight. No noise, no people talking…it’s giving me a chance to brace myself for tomorrow night when people will be milling about EVERYWHERE and I’ll want to ignore each and every one of them.
Oh, how I want a day entirely to myself, and yes, that would include turning my cell phone on silent for a majority of the day.
One can only dream.
The weekend is almost here, chaps! Keep calm and carry on!
Tie me up and make me sign a contract stating I will not waste time on the internet googling my newest obsession, thanks to the Olympics.
Two words: Ryan Lochte. Enough said.
I am officially obsessed with the man (in case you haven’t already figured that much out from my previous postings and my non-stop talk about him.) Another two words: Gorg-Eous! I could stare into those baby blues all day long.
Here’s another indication I’ve become a full-blown Olympics junkie. I was doing a bit of online shopping this morning (another terrible habit I need to sign a contract on. No more online shopping when I start the Big Girl Job unless I have rightfully earned it!), and I came across a Team USA warm-up jacket I instantly told myself I needed to own. Not only could I feel like I’m a part of the action, but maybe…JUST maybe, I’d feel like a part of the Olympic team, too. (Wow…I just reread that statement, and I realize how much of a dork I am. Trust me, it I’m fully aware of the fact I live in my own la-la land 90% of the waking hours.)
Trouble is, it only comes in youth sizes. I’ve worn young kids clothes before. My hockey jersey for my alma mater’s team is a youth size. For two reasons: 1.) It’s, like, $30 cheaper to buy the youth size, and 2.) The hockey jersey’s usually only come in men’s sizes and I still drown in a men’s size small.
Soooo…if I can get one cheaper and one which will fit me better, I’m going to go with the youth sized article of clothing. I’m hoping this holds true for the Team USA warm-up jackets, too, but I want to try one on. Sadly, I don’t think they’re going to have them in store. Before I rushing off to work, I’m going to stop by the store and see if by some miracle they have one in stock. Otherwise, hello on-line shopping cart. We meet again!
Now, if only I could find a shirt with Ryan Lochte’s face on it…
“When in doubt, do what someone successful does.”
An interesting piece of advice from Suze Orman, a finance fixer. I’m assuming she speaks in terms of the financial world when she uttered those words, but I think the lesson here can be applied to many areas of life.
Like Orman said, you can live the life of a successful individual when it comes to finances in a number of ways. You can live large on a small budget (if you need help or ideas, there are tons of books on Amazon.com to help you get started)…
…Or you can ignore the small budget entirely and spend, spend spend! Welcome to America where no one carries cash anymore. Just plastic. Cold, hard plastic in the form of a credit card. I’m as guilty as the next person. The only time I get cash is when I’m heading out with a friend and the bar we’re hitting up has a cover charge.
Fun little tidbit I learned about Ryan Lochte this morning…He is also guilty of never carrying cash. When interviewed by Swim Today magazine for a segment of their “25 Things You Didn’t Know About [insert celebrity swimmer’s name here]”, Ryan Lochte was asked the question of how much money would we find in your wallet right now. He generously guessed $1.00. When he actually opened his wallet to show the interviewer, there wasn’t a single bill of cash to be seen. “Nothing but credit cards,” said Lochte with a smile on that adorable face of his.
Okay, I’ll try to be done with my teenage crushing. For now, at least.
The important this with credit cards is to pay them off before you’re spending gets to be too outrageous, and you spend the rest of your life trying to reach the finish line of the debt-race game.
My advice? Make the purchase, and pay off that bill the instant it comes, especially if you can afford to pay it off right away. Otherwise, plan on making the monthly payments, and maybe a little more, if it’s a larger than usual purchase.
It seems simple, I know, but then why is America the winner when it comes to credit card debt?
I like to look at Orman’s words this way. What are key traits of successful people? They don’t ever allow themselves to stop. They are always working, always striving to reach that goal. They take chances. They may even take the road less traveled to reach their end goal. It might take a little longer, it might mean an extra project load to their already loaded table, but they do it.
It’s as if they look forward down the road, and don’t really “see” the obstacles because they know they’re going to blow past them in no time.
That’s something I need to incorporate more into my lifestyle…and when it comes time to purchase this Team USA jacket. Nothing is going to keep me from adding it to my wardrobe!
Just like I’m adding new clothes to my wardrobe, I’m trying new foods and trying out new ideas and products to expand my lifestyle and my overall world, even just a little bit. You know what it’s all about. It’s my New Day Sundays (and yes, I do know it’s Monday, but I was in recovery mode all of yesterday. I plopped on my couch and watched the Olympics, and that was it!). Here are the new things I tried in the month of July:
Produce: Alfalfa Sprouts
Bakery: Strawberry Cream Cheese Muffins
Canned Goods: Pear Halves
Breakfast/Cereal: Special K Breakfast Bars
Meats: Lobster Ravioli
Dairy: Heluva Good! French Onion Dip
Frozen Foods: Tyson Mini Chicken Sandwiches
Beverages: Strawberry Crush
Toiletries: Earth Therapeutics Heel Intensive Care
Baby: John Deere Bunkbeds
Household: Solar Powered Bricks
Pets: Hummingbird Feeder
Snacks: Mystery Flavored Fruit by the Foot
Misc: OPI Crackle Nail Polish in Gold
What new things have you tried lately in the past month or so? What I have found the most exciting is when I’m in the beauty department or roaming around ULTA to see what new and fun products. There is so much to take in, and I’ve decided it would be fun to work as the beauty editor for a major fashion magazine. Constantly trying new products and letting others know how good they work? Sign me up.
It’s only Monday, meaning the week is only just starting. I hope it’s off to good start for you.
On my end? It’s not bad, especially when you come to another realization why adulthood is so much better than being a kid or a teenager.
Reason # 47 why its better to be an adult: Not having to argue with mom about whether you can buy the Snack Pack Pudding Cups, and then deciding, yes you will have one for breakfast.
See? Life rocks sometimes. Happy Monday!
Seriously, not having my own personal laptop again just plainly sucks.
In case you didn’t hear me the first time…IT. SUCKS.
Especially in the sense that I have a huge inspiration for a blog post…but then something at work pops up when normally the time finds me searching for things to stave off boredom, or the laptop I thought I could use is no longer in my home (what is it with engaged couples that makes them want to share absolutely everything?), or I’m all set to type and then I lose all sorts of motivation.
Classic example? I sat down all ready to type this post out in less than an hour (because I’ve found when I put myself on a time limit I type better…Err, write better. Whatever that means. Haha!) So, here I am sitting down ready to rock out this posting, and I put Gossip Girl on. How did I ever think I was going to get anything done?
Plus, one interview done for the day and another this afternoon. Man, I wish I could say they were for potential Big Girl jobs. Well, I shouldn’t say that. It’s not entirely true. One of them has the potential to become a very Big Girl Job, and I’ll keep my fingers crossed that this one turns out. It would be a pretty sweet gig. Not ideal in terms of hours, and I’d have to make some major decisions in terms of what I do with my other places of employment, but I can’t think about those possibilities right now.
Right now, I need to think about getting the position. It’d be with a well-known theater company here in this city, and it would be a great start to my ideal career path. So, giants of the Universe and masters of the Force, if you can work your magic for me, I’d be forever in your debt! I probably shouldn’t even be mentioning this to anyone. I seem to jinx myself that way, like a revealed birthday wish after the candles have already blown out. Or wishing on a star out loud.
There are certain things you just don’t do. But, here I am. Breaking that rule. I’ve been breaking a lot of rules lately. Seems to be my style. Or maybe my inner Bad Girl coming out? Only time will tell.
Running around the city this morning hit home the idea that you have to be proactive in your search and in the spread of a person’s name. Hopefully the efforts pay off. See, this is the thing about job hunting. There’s only so much you can do up to a certain point. You hit that bright red marker, and then it’s out of your hands. I’ve literally placed my fate in someone elses hands. Again, I’m crossing my fingers that I dazzled them with my charm and wit.
Another connection I need to play up more? The fact that I was raised and spent my entire childhood on a farm. That I spent 20 years of my life working like most kids never work in their life.
Farm kids know the meaning of hard work, dedication, and working for the best possible outcome. If a farmer doesn’t put out excellent quality in their product, it’s not going to sell. If the product doesn’t sell, then there’s no profit to be made. If no profit is to be made, then we can’t make a living. It’s one cycle that makes sense and is completely logical when you really sit down to think about it.
I’ve never considered myself a business woman, but at the same time, I’ve had a yearning to understand how that side of business works. If I’m ever going to work for myself, or open a small-time bookstore like I want to when I retire in 55 years (keeping my fingers crossed for that prospect, too), I need to understand accounting, bookkeeping, profits and deductions, and a whole lot of other terms I’m sure I’ve never heard of because I’m no business major.
I know I’m still young. I can still go back to school, I can still take classes to learn tricks of the trade, I can still learn new tricks. Most likely, I will end up in a bigger set of cities to go through a 9-month paralegal program. I’ve recently discovered my love for research. I love learning new things, and reading about subjects that I’ve never encountered before!
Nerdy, isn’t it?
I know it’s Thursday afternoon, and these are usually meant for Wednesday because that is the day marking the halfway point of the week, but it’s not quite the weekend yet, so in case your weather is as rainy, dreary, and foggy as they are here, keep these words in mind to keep your spirits high.
– Your sparkle like no one else.
– Let go of a worry.It’s only weighing you down.
– The world is a better place because of you.
– Life brings unexpected joys all the time.
– You make people smile.
– Relax! Your to-do list can wait.
– Never underestimate the power of a brand new day.
Seeing other people reach their successes has only pushed me harder to start making the life for myself that I want. It may sound lame, but I really want a job where I feel important, where I am key factor is what operation is happening. Like Sam Witwicky says in Transformers 3, “I want a job where I matter. I just want to matter again.”
Don’t we all?
“Fame lost its appeal for me when I went into a public restroom and an autograph seeker handed me a pen and paper under the stall door.”
I only wish I garnered that sort of attention on a daily basis, Marlo Thomas. Yes, she is THAT girl.
Keeping my fingers crossed for another posting yet tonight, but we shall see. I have myself a date 🙂
It’s barely after 10 in the morning, and I’m already downing a Rock Star. Either I am addicted, or I have a serious case of the sleepies. A single day of a pure 18-hour shift can really wreak havoc on your sleep schedule, or something.
Why do I even keep drinking it? It makes me cringe every time I take a sip and feel the fizz slide down my throat. If I’m being honest, the stuff is actually really icky. Yet, here I am, still drinking it. So who freaking knows?
I must apologize upfront. I’m going to try with all my might to keep posting daily. Not just for my followers and readers, but for my personal sanity as well. I had to accept the reality that I’m a writer when my fingers literally start itching for a pen or a key pad every single day. Literally. I have to shake my fingers out and wiggle them around to keep them straight.
Anyways, the apology is coming from me to you because I no longer have a laptop at my disposal. While I was away and at home this past weekend, my laptop decided it was time for it to pass on to Tech Heaven. I returned to sit down and catch up on email, the social networks, and get some blogging in. But, alas, my laptop did not want to start. Her pretty blue lights lit up for maybe three seconds before giving a half-hearted ‘boooooop’ and shutting right back down.
Insert small freak-out here. Believe it or not, my self-assigned mission on the side of technology involved me walking into a Best Buy or Office Max with the sole purpose of buying a hard drive to back up all my files. My laptop had been running pretty slow for the last couple of weeks, and I knew it would be a matter of time before she took the plunge.
Oh, how intuition serves me and I still refuse to listen.
So, a small freak out ensued when it hit me that my plan wasn’t going to work out as blissfully simple as I anticipated. My laptop is dead, and everything I have ever done…photos, graphic design, research for future novel ideas, computer backdrops, websites I had poured my attention into, papers I had written, downloaded music, resumes…ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING…still exists on my now forever sleeping laptop.
I can only cross my fingers and hope that all will be saved when I take her into the technical doctors office.
So…I’m without a laptop and will be $700 poorer within the next month. In order to do the things I do and pursue the type of career I think I want, a laptop is necessary. Not to say I haven’t been contemplating the idea of a new laptop recently anyways. I have been, but I still wanted to save my current laptop for simple things, like web surfing, photo hunting, and story writing. The new laptop would be reserved for the hard work…photo and video editing, and the occasional web searching hunt.
What may hurt me the most about not having a laptop? Shopping on Amazon. I am an addict. It’s what I do to destress from a long, hard day. I shop on Amazon.com. Not for clothes or jewelry. But for all things Star Wars. Books (LOTS of books). Music I want to buy. Random ass things I find cool. Movie memorabilia.
I am such a strange nut.
I could care less about Facebook, actually. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m reading about all the awesome things other people and my friends are doing, and I just hate myself because I feel like I have nothing going on. I don’t feed my ego that way about bragging about everything little thing in my life.
That’s what this blog is for 😉
But seriously, take this morning, for example. Three different people are proclaiming that they got the job they recently interviewed for, and they’re not crappy part-time retail jobs. It’s a job with a touring theater company, one is working on a yacht as a host and entertainer, one booked a national commercial, and the other is now a teacher.
Um…can I just get an interview to a job I apply for? Please?
Not to say I’m not getting interviews. I had one yesterday and I have another booked already for next week. But, it’s just trying on my self-esteem to see everyone else so successful and I just feel…stuck.
“Remember when we all wanted to look like Elizabeth Taylor? Well, now I do.”
The substantive stage-stalker, Carrie Snow, kind of gets what I’m saying here. At least I think she does. But, she could also be talking about how now she literally looks like Elizabeth Taylor. Open to interpretation, as everything usually is these days.
Right now, I just want to look like a successful young woman. It helps that my interviewer told me I’ll be successful in whatever I seriously pursue because I’m a pretty attractive young woman. (Don’t worry, he’s married and from how he was talking about his wife, he’s still madly in love with her 16 years later.) Maybe not the most appropriate thing for an interviewer to say to me, but it’s for prospects inside a theater…anything flies when it comes to theater.
If you’re not uncomfortable, it’s not making you work outside your safety bubble. One of my favorite acting lessons of all time.
But I should attempt to get these Bridal and Bachelorette party invitations signed, sealed and stamped! They need to go out today or tomorrow before people get too edgy about not knowing about what’s going on. I don’t want to be THAT maid of honor. But, I’m having a real ball planning them 🙂
Fabulous Friday will be coming at you later this evening!