Poof! And the bubble went boom

My head hurts, and not for lack of caffeine. It's stress induced. I'm on the brink of losing my job. Here, now, at what Ben Bernacke calls the end of the recession I am staring into the murky abyss of unemployment.

Simply put, this sucks.

It has been a dream of a year, moving to Charlotte. I have a great roommate, lots of new friends and what seemed like an open door to a new career, a reimbursed MBA, and some great experience.

Wait, what is that? Is the room moving? I'm sliiiiding - nope. That's just the rug being pulled out from underneath me. Fuuuuuucccckkk.

Hey, on the plus side I got accepted into my MBA program. Hah! Excellent irony. What's a girl to do?

Rebirth

This past week has been very busy and mentally straining. Don't get me wrong - it was a GREAT week! I started my new job with First Legacy Investors, a company that is willing to pay for my MBA, and that is about as supportive as can be. I'm very impressed, and even more excited to dig into a new job. The problem is that I have never done the work before, and I have never worked in finance, so there are challenges there.

The problem is that I don't know everything, right now! Granted, my new boss and my co workers understand and embrace that, but I hate being the person in the room who has no idea what is really happening behind the scenes. I know I'll learn, and that it will take time, but something inside me just wants to explode onto the financial scene and impress the hell out of everyone. LOL

I start my second week tomorrow, and I'm going to walk in with the same attitude I had in the beginning, and I'm going to wow myself by Friday. Refocus.

Looking for the bright side

Dating sucks. Meeting new men, sitting across the table from them, trying to get to know them and trying to believe that they aren't pigs who want to get into your pants then leave - that sucks.

It's frustrating.

And it's disheartening.

I'm past the stage of being a friend with benefits, and good riddance to it. And I'm tired of people looking at me that way. How do I make it stop?

Pet Peeves, Off The Leash

People who say 'people that . . . " You immediately sound ridiculous and not credible as a person. Ugh! People are 'whos' not 'thats'.

Misspellings on common, everyday words, such as awesome (spelled in many cases 'awsome'). To be awesome, the object must create awe or be awe inspiring for some reason or another.

Misuse of words: 'Irregardless' is not a word - 'regardless' is.

People who don't treat others with respect. Two times recently, I have been on dates and the guys have referred to me as 'bitch'. Trust me, I don't dispute the fact that I can be a bitch if I need/want to, but really? Let's think of another adjective people. And it's in passing - not that I've done anything bitchy. It's more like this: "So I said to myself, I should give this bitch a chance", or (and this is my favorite), "Whatever, biatch."

Anyone care to shed some light on this stupidity?

Work Funnies

Classic Work Day Funnies

So this customer's mom is having surgery, so he's pushing a new roof back a couple weeks.

Ran: "So, can we just nail your mother to the roof? And if you go that route, can we do the work?"
Ko: "Well that's only about a 10 year shingle there."
Ron: "But if we nailed your mother to the roof, how much rain could she stop? Compared to our product?"
Ran: "Nailing your mother to the roof is not a wise decision. You should probably go ahead and let us do your roof."
Jessie: I've got nothing, but I'm damn impressed.

Yet one more thing I don't understand . . .

So I've just sat on my arse watching the NCIS marathon - well, not all of it of course - and USA network keeps showing previews starring some girl who just lost her husband, and she keeps saying, "I lovED him". Keep watching every show about a dead person, and they'll continue to say loved in the past tense.

I know that this sounds trite and probably quite silly, but actors and actresses say this all the time in fictitious shows, and it makes me curious as to who feels this way? Think about it.

Jessie, after finding out that her loving and ridiculously sexy husband died in a freak tennis racket accident. For some reason, detectives think the grieving widow had something to do with it, and she gasps with her hand to her chest and says, "but I LOVED him". If I were her sexy dead hubby, I would haunt that bitch's ass in a heartbeat. What the hell does she mean, she looooveeddd me? I'm still lying on a slab, and I haven't even been buried and that shallow hoebag is saying she doesn't love me anymore? Have you ever heard of rigor mortis? (Sorry, bad joke.) Point being, when does love or feeling stop? And who is writing this shit???

And even more to the point, why the hell am I paying attention?? Uh oh.

Finally!

I finally added a blog specifically for fiction/non fiction/poetry stuff I've written. Some are good, some suck, and some are just silly. But I love them all the same. So peruse, enjoy, and leave comments. ;)

http://flyingfisherette.blogspot.com/