Just a quick rant here. So, I'm sure that all of you now have several family members in your Facebook friend's list. Okay, that's awesome. But I'm having a really sucky night, and I feel like I can't properly use my Facebook anymore to vent that like I used to. I'd really like to post a status that truly expresses how I feel, but not only to I have family on there, I have former employers on there as well. And what I wanted to post could be taken the wrong way. Not to mention that I posted a quote from Michael C. Hall that talks about how he feels playing Dexter, and one of my relatives kinda got a little freaked out, I think. I hate this!
Well, since I can't post it on Facebook, here was the status that I WAS going to post just a few seconds ago:
Patricia Louise Puckett is having one of those days when, to quote Foamy, "The world sucks, and everybody sucks, and you just want to kill everybody, but you can't because of the legal ramifications."
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
You Know You're a Geek When... Part III
Yeah, it's been forever, but I just feel like typing another one of these. Rereading them gives me a laugh--yes, my vanity is showing.
28. You and someone else exchange play strategies for facebook games.
29. You can ill in these Blanks: "Hello, My name is ______________. You killed my _________. Prepare to _____."
30. You know where the above quote came from.
31. You know what order the following goes in: Epic fail, fail, fail at life.
32. You laugh hysterically at LOLCat pictures.
33. You have to stop yourself from abbreviating "pictures" as "pics."
34. You would be afraid of your mental well-being if certain characters were real.
35. Crossovers are just a way of life.
36. A part of you dies when a teenager can't name two of Shakespeare's plays.
37. You have moral dilemma when it comes to the type of fictional characters you find attractive. You discuss these dilemmas with your geek friend, who understands completely.
38.When a family member is sick, you find yourself thinking, "What would Dr. House do?"
39. You root for Dexter to get his murderer... fully aware that he's a murderer himself.
40. You have a favorite TV commercial.
41. You often dance to music, in public, that you are fully aware that only you can hear.
42. You've ever argued the validity of a TV show... that deals w/ the supernatural or the fantastical.
Maybe I'll get a part IV out before next year, LOL.
28. You and someone else exchange play strategies for facebook games.
29. You can ill in these Blanks: "Hello, My name is ______________. You killed my _________. Prepare to _____."
30. You know where the above quote came from.
31. You know what order the following goes in: Epic fail, fail, fail at life.
32. You laugh hysterically at LOLCat pictures.
33. You have to stop yourself from abbreviating "pictures" as "pics."
34. You would be afraid of your mental well-being if certain characters were real.
35. Crossovers are just a way of life.
36. A part of you dies when a teenager can't name two of Shakespeare's plays.
37. You have moral dilemma when it comes to the type of fictional characters you find attractive. You discuss these dilemmas with your geek friend, who understands completely.
38.When a family member is sick, you find yourself thinking, "What would Dr. House do?"
39. You root for Dexter to get his murderer... fully aware that he's a murderer himself.
40. You have a favorite TV commercial.
41. You often dance to music, in public, that you are fully aware that only you can hear.
42. You've ever argued the validity of a TV show... that deals w/ the supernatural or the fantastical.
Maybe I'll get a part IV out before next year, LOL.
I Think Negaduck Owns Me...
Yeah, so, for those who have not checked my facebook in the last few months--and I can't imagine who that would be who reads this--I've been obsessed with the fact that there is a brand-spanking new Darkwing Duck comic that is an ongoing series! (Issue #3 released tomorrow--8/11... it has Negaduck in it *squees*).
So, yeah, I'm gonna skip all the bad news, because, to be honest, it's not bad enough to relive and it'll all work out eventually. Probably not before I get an ulcer, but c'est la vie. But, needless to say, we didn't get the PC house--was sold out from under us. But we got approved for a loan from the bank to get a house--any house, under a certain price. How bass-ackwards is that? (btw, I'm in the library as I type this and I am actually shivering I'm so cold...) We've got a couple of houses that we've lined up to go look at, starting tomorrow.
Oh, I did have a rather fun--feel the sarcasm--week a little while back. I had known that my Aunt Keri had been sick and needed her gallbladder removed. Okay, that was the extent of my knowledge. So, one Sunday morning, we get a text from Laura saying that she was taking Mom into the emergency room at Helen Keller. I freak out, Preston and I head out there, and it turns out that she has another kidney stone. A big one too. But she's lucid, so she's not too bad off... not like last time. But they have to admit her, so Laura chooses to stay w/ us, which is not a problem. So, the next day, comes to find out, they are giving Mom a minor surgery/procedure to break up this apparently humongous kidney stone. After surgery, the doctor also informs us that she had had to have a stint put in to clear a blockage. Scary, but apparently not too serious.
Meanwhile, I come to find out that Aunt Keri had almost died from that gallstone. She did end up with an infection in her pancreas. She was in ICU in Helen Keller, and had been in the hospital for a month. She had gone to R'ville hospital at first to get treated, and they turned her away saying, "She just wanted the drugs." I hope that hosital gets it stuck to them bad.
So, later that evening, Preston, Laura, and I are returning from running a few errands and entery through the emergency entrance of the hospital to see my stepmother standing there on the phone. She motions vaguely and says, "You're father is in there." Well, I just think that she means that he's here visiting Aunt Keri. Nope, he'd been in a car wreck. Thankfully, I don't think it was anything worse than bumps, bruises, and an arm in a sling.
But, yeah, fun week. Then poor Asma got sick the other day. I'm glad she's all right.
And in between all this reality, I keep dreaming about possible outcomes for the Darkwing Duck comics... sheesh. This all led to a plotbunny for a fanfic that 3 separate people have told me they would love to read (the surprising two are my mother and sister).
Well, that's it for me. I'll be back when more excite rears its head.
So, yeah, I'm gonna skip all the bad news, because, to be honest, it's not bad enough to relive and it'll all work out eventually. Probably not before I get an ulcer, but c'est la vie. But, needless to say, we didn't get the PC house--was sold out from under us. But we got approved for a loan from the bank to get a house--any house, under a certain price. How bass-ackwards is that? (btw, I'm in the library as I type this and I am actually shivering I'm so cold...) We've got a couple of houses that we've lined up to go look at, starting tomorrow.
Oh, I did have a rather fun--feel the sarcasm--week a little while back. I had known that my Aunt Keri had been sick and needed her gallbladder removed. Okay, that was the extent of my knowledge. So, one Sunday morning, we get a text from Laura saying that she was taking Mom into the emergency room at Helen Keller. I freak out, Preston and I head out there, and it turns out that she has another kidney stone. A big one too. But she's lucid, so she's not too bad off... not like last time. But they have to admit her, so Laura chooses to stay w/ us, which is not a problem. So, the next day, comes to find out, they are giving Mom a minor surgery/procedure to break up this apparently humongous kidney stone. After surgery, the doctor also informs us that she had had to have a stint put in to clear a blockage. Scary, but apparently not too serious.
Meanwhile, I come to find out that Aunt Keri had almost died from that gallstone. She did end up with an infection in her pancreas. She was in ICU in Helen Keller, and had been in the hospital for a month. She had gone to R'ville hospital at first to get treated, and they turned her away saying, "She just wanted the drugs." I hope that hosital gets it stuck to them bad.
So, later that evening, Preston, Laura, and I are returning from running a few errands and entery through the emergency entrance of the hospital to see my stepmother standing there on the phone. She motions vaguely and says, "You're father is in there." Well, I just think that she means that he's here visiting Aunt Keri. Nope, he'd been in a car wreck. Thankfully, I don't think it was anything worse than bumps, bruises, and an arm in a sling.
But, yeah, fun week. Then poor Asma got sick the other day. I'm glad she's all right.
And in between all this reality, I keep dreaming about possible outcomes for the Darkwing Duck comics... sheesh. This all led to a plotbunny for a fanfic that 3 separate people have told me they would love to read (the surprising two are my mother and sister).
Well, that's it for me. I'll be back when more excite rears its head.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Perfect End to a Perfect F**king Week
So, I get home from seeing The Last Airbender, which was great... and my Dad is on messenger. He's asking me about the wording on my invitations because I "wasn't real clear in my email."
You see, the question he asked me was if he could order them w/ his and Mom's names on them as hosting the wedding. Well, for various reasons, I don't want it that way.
So, giving him all the reasons but the main one, I tell him "No." Rather politely, too, might I add. He replies, and I can feel the snark through the messenger, "okay, but I was hoping me and your Mom could get on it, but if that's what you want, that's what you'll get." I, with all my frustration pent up through the week--see previous post--just burst out in angry tears. I sign out of chat, ranting about how stupid this all is. Finally, I just sign back in and end the conversation. I intend to talk with Mom about it his Sunday when I go up for the 4th.
But, right now, I'm going to bed. Hopefully, the internet will still be up in the morning.
You see, the question he asked me was if he could order them w/ his and Mom's names on them as hosting the wedding. Well, for various reasons, I don't want it that way.
So, giving him all the reasons but the main one, I tell him "No." Rather politely, too, might I add. He replies, and I can feel the snark through the messenger, "okay, but I was hoping me and your Mom could get on it, but if that's what you want, that's what you'll get." I, with all my frustration pent up through the week--see previous post--just burst out in angry tears. I sign out of chat, ranting about how stupid this all is. Finally, I just sign back in and end the conversation. I intend to talk with Mom about it his Sunday when I go up for the 4th.
But, right now, I'm going to bed. Hopefully, the internet will still be up in the morning.
I'm Not Dead, Stupid Girls, and Other Pink Songs
So, yeah... I know it's been like a month since I've blogged... or done anything other than post on facebook and submit stories to publishers... but let's play some catch-up, shall we?
Just finished a month of UB... I'll get to this in a moment. First, it has been confirmed that my cousin Amanda is doing my wedding cake. Hurrah! We're discussing it Sunday at the fireworks up at my grandparents' house. Oh, and it apparently peeves my Dad off that I have MY wedding invitations reading that the couple is hosting rather than the parents. Uh... the rule on this is whoever is paying for the wedding is hosting... true that he is buying the invites and the cake, but Preston and I are having to do everything else. This, however, is not what I told him. I told him--with Slink's help in wording this in what I thought was a very tactful way--that since Preston and I are having a non-traditional type of wedding, that we're going with non-traditional type of wording on the invites. Apparenly, Dad had a fit about this to Mom... why he didn't quite express this "fit"--my sister's wording--to me, I'll never know. And apparently Debbie was like, "They're wedding isn't all that non-traditional. If you want non-traditional, that would have been me and Bob's wedding." God bless Laura, because she told me that her thought immediately after hearing this was, "Trish's isn't non-traditional? Have you HEARD some of her plans?"
It's a scary world when LAURA is the one in the family paying attention.
But, whatever. So long as I get my invites, I don't care. But... I don't relish the moment when I have to tell him that he and Mom aren't giving me away...
So, anyway, writing... my fanfiction writing has been nill thanks to the 9 or 10 deadlines I lined up to meet--and DID meet, go me--in June. So far, I've been rejected by all the ones I've heard back from. But I haven't heard back from all, so fingers crossed. I have a deadline due in the 13th of this month, so I want to slip in some fanfic chapters while I work on this. Plus, I've decided that if it's a fanfic I want to write, I'll write it. I mean, I'm not going to worry about just putting up a single chapter and taking forever to get back to it. If it takes me a while, it takes me a while. I 'll get back to it in my own time. (Re: how Trish ends up with 200 fanfics, LOL).
Still on the search for a regular job, but there's a couple of new stores opening, plus several other random little places that are hiring. So, there's hope.
Just paid my first loan payment today... that feeling sucks.
And, now on to UB. This year was... different. Overall, every kid in the program was a good kid... but there were a few that always liked to give us trouble. Like this one girl, for example. All was going well--except for the constant repetition of the rules by not only Slink and I but also by Mrs. Freeman, because apparently all these kids needed hearing aids or listening comprehension classes--until the final night. On the final night, we had a swarm of kids asking to stay outside the dorms until midnight... we said no. They complained and questioned us--which is also what we got everytime we would ask them to obey the rules... some being more rude than others. Well, to the group that was complaining at the time, Slink and I calmly explained our reasoning. They understood, eventually. We then told them that they can stay up until 11:30 inside the dorms, letting those who wanted to study to do so. All was fine, or so we thought.
I discover soapy type wet spot on Slink's pillow. She is not happy. She goes around, questioning everyone who so much as giggles--because we had no clue who had done it, and this is after we had put them to bed. With no answers, Slink leaves and I turn on the lights. Moments later, she returns, telling me she's not done with the kids. Turns out they had filled--filled--the inside of her pillowcase w/ shaving cream. She yells. Both of us, again after no one comes forward--and we're giving the culprit an opportunity to step forward so this can go smoother--turn out the lights. Then, as we are in our room, a horrible thought hits me... why do this to only one RA? I look up and my pillowsham has the same shaving cream all over it, and because it was a sham and not a case, they had used my comforter to cover it. This was my only pillow, and for all they knew, my only cover. This, after a whole month of rudeness, was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Oh, before I forget, in between us leaving and the discovery of my pillow, a couple of students and come to us and said they had witnessed who did this.
Back to the story, I lose it. I have a bad temper, as all reading this know. So I try not to be the one to repremand them unless I've really thought about what I'm going to say. But, I just grab my pillow--getting shaving cream all over my hands and one leg of my pajama bottoms--and march in, throwing back on the lights.
Now, I didn't swear and I didn't throw anything--two things I'm prone to do when I'm angry--but they all knew I was mad. They all knew Slink was mad. Well, we're back at the back-left corner, because that's where our suspect--the one that had been pointed out--slept. The corner gets mad because we seem to be accusing only them--not true, as Slink had questioned Morgan earlier. We're still giving them an opportunity to step forward, until finally we have to say that we know who it was. Then, Ariyana, politely, asks the culprit to get out of bed so that we can go into the other room and talk. She won't do it. 3 or 4 times Slink asks, until she finally says, "We'll have to call Mrs. Freeman down. I'll start dialing." Then, this girl makes perhaps the stupidest move of all... she shouts across the room, "You're only picking on us because we're black."
This pissed us off more than anything because Ariyana had gone out of her way to help the same girl who shouts this this very same day. So, after she denies that she's done this, we send her back to bed and decide that we'll call Mrs. Freeman and explain to her what's happen but not ask her to come down.
The next morning, Mrs. Freeman threatens the end-of-the-year trip unless someone comes forward. Well, she got multiple texts... all w/ the same name. Mrs. Freeman talks to us, saying our only mistake was letting them stay up pass curfew and not setting the alarm, but assures us that something would be done about all of it. Because not only had the shaving cream and the shouting of "because we're black" happened, they had also gotten into someone else's stuff and used their brand new shaving cream--a girl who had been asleep all night... we'd seen her.
Needless to say, the culprit, though pleading innocence the whole time, I believe was kicked out of UB. Some might think that she might be innocent due to the coolness to her claim... but Slink and I had witness a lie from her earlier that same week about eating a taco that wasn't hers (don't ask...).
Then, as Katelyn, Ariyana, and I are cleaning out the girls' room after everyone has left... we find, hidden in the bottom of a variety chip bag, an unopened cigar. *Rolls eyes* The bag had no name on it, so I'm not sure if there was anything to be done about this. We still have the trip ahead, so who knows.
Crazy month. And that's all that I've been up to. I haven't even had time to reply to Savvy's blog... which I've been meaning to. *will go do this now* Until next time!
Just finished a month of UB... I'll get to this in a moment. First, it has been confirmed that my cousin Amanda is doing my wedding cake. Hurrah! We're discussing it Sunday at the fireworks up at my grandparents' house. Oh, and it apparently peeves my Dad off that I have MY wedding invitations reading that the couple is hosting rather than the parents. Uh... the rule on this is whoever is paying for the wedding is hosting... true that he is buying the invites and the cake, but Preston and I are having to do everything else. This, however, is not what I told him. I told him--with Slink's help in wording this in what I thought was a very tactful way--that since Preston and I are having a non-traditional type of wedding, that we're going with non-traditional type of wording on the invites. Apparenly, Dad had a fit about this to Mom... why he didn't quite express this "fit"--my sister's wording--to me, I'll never know. And apparently Debbie was like, "They're wedding isn't all that non-traditional. If you want non-traditional, that would have been me and Bob's wedding." God bless Laura, because she told me that her thought immediately after hearing this was, "Trish's isn't non-traditional? Have you HEARD some of her plans?"
It's a scary world when LAURA is the one in the family paying attention.
But, whatever. So long as I get my invites, I don't care. But... I don't relish the moment when I have to tell him that he and Mom aren't giving me away...
So, anyway, writing... my fanfiction writing has been nill thanks to the 9 or 10 deadlines I lined up to meet--and DID meet, go me--in June. So far, I've been rejected by all the ones I've heard back from. But I haven't heard back from all, so fingers crossed. I have a deadline due in the 13th of this month, so I want to slip in some fanfic chapters while I work on this. Plus, I've decided that if it's a fanfic I want to write, I'll write it. I mean, I'm not going to worry about just putting up a single chapter and taking forever to get back to it. If it takes me a while, it takes me a while. I 'll get back to it in my own time. (Re: how Trish ends up with 200 fanfics, LOL).
Still on the search for a regular job, but there's a couple of new stores opening, plus several other random little places that are hiring. So, there's hope.
Just paid my first loan payment today... that feeling sucks.
And, now on to UB. This year was... different. Overall, every kid in the program was a good kid... but there were a few that always liked to give us trouble. Like this one girl, for example. All was going well--except for the constant repetition of the rules by not only Slink and I but also by Mrs. Freeman, because apparently all these kids needed hearing aids or listening comprehension classes--until the final night. On the final night, we had a swarm of kids asking to stay outside the dorms until midnight... we said no. They complained and questioned us--which is also what we got everytime we would ask them to obey the rules... some being more rude than others. Well, to the group that was complaining at the time, Slink and I calmly explained our reasoning. They understood, eventually. We then told them that they can stay up until 11:30 inside the dorms, letting those who wanted to study to do so. All was fine, or so we thought.
I discover soapy type wet spot on Slink's pillow. She is not happy. She goes around, questioning everyone who so much as giggles--because we had no clue who had done it, and this is after we had put them to bed. With no answers, Slink leaves and I turn on the lights. Moments later, she returns, telling me she's not done with the kids. Turns out they had filled--filled--the inside of her pillowcase w/ shaving cream. She yells. Both of us, again after no one comes forward--and we're giving the culprit an opportunity to step forward so this can go smoother--turn out the lights. Then, as we are in our room, a horrible thought hits me... why do this to only one RA? I look up and my pillowsham has the same shaving cream all over it, and because it was a sham and not a case, they had used my comforter to cover it. This was my only pillow, and for all they knew, my only cover. This, after a whole month of rudeness, was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Oh, before I forget, in between us leaving and the discovery of my pillow, a couple of students and come to us and said they had witnessed who did this.
Back to the story, I lose it. I have a bad temper, as all reading this know. So I try not to be the one to repremand them unless I've really thought about what I'm going to say. But, I just grab my pillow--getting shaving cream all over my hands and one leg of my pajama bottoms--and march in, throwing back on the lights.
Now, I didn't swear and I didn't throw anything--two things I'm prone to do when I'm angry--but they all knew I was mad. They all knew Slink was mad. Well, we're back at the back-left corner, because that's where our suspect--the one that had been pointed out--slept. The corner gets mad because we seem to be accusing only them--not true, as Slink had questioned Morgan earlier. We're still giving them an opportunity to step forward, until finally we have to say that we know who it was. Then, Ariyana, politely, asks the culprit to get out of bed so that we can go into the other room and talk. She won't do it. 3 or 4 times Slink asks, until she finally says, "We'll have to call Mrs. Freeman down. I'll start dialing." Then, this girl makes perhaps the stupidest move of all... she shouts across the room, "You're only picking on us because we're black."
This pissed us off more than anything because Ariyana had gone out of her way to help the same girl who shouts this this very same day. So, after she denies that she's done this, we send her back to bed and decide that we'll call Mrs. Freeman and explain to her what's happen but not ask her to come down.
The next morning, Mrs. Freeman threatens the end-of-the-year trip unless someone comes forward. Well, she got multiple texts... all w/ the same name. Mrs. Freeman talks to us, saying our only mistake was letting them stay up pass curfew and not setting the alarm, but assures us that something would be done about all of it. Because not only had the shaving cream and the shouting of "because we're black" happened, they had also gotten into someone else's stuff and used their brand new shaving cream--a girl who had been asleep all night... we'd seen her.
Needless to say, the culprit, though pleading innocence the whole time, I believe was kicked out of UB. Some might think that she might be innocent due to the coolness to her claim... but Slink and I had witness a lie from her earlier that same week about eating a taco that wasn't hers (don't ask...).
Then, as Katelyn, Ariyana, and I are cleaning out the girls' room after everyone has left... we find, hidden in the bottom of a variety chip bag, an unopened cigar. *Rolls eyes* The bag had no name on it, so I'm not sure if there was anything to be done about this. We still have the trip ahead, so who knows.
Crazy month. And that's all that I've been up to. I haven't even had time to reply to Savvy's blog... which I've been meaning to. *will go do this now* Until next time!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Lots of Little Bits of Good News
Been a while, but I decided to blog once more to catch everyone up on the latest events of the Trishverse.
Like the title suggests, nothing big has happened, but a lot of little good things have. Where to start?
Well, as those who have kept up w/ me via Facebook know, I have two works that are being published. A poem entitled "Midsummer's Magic" and a short story entitled "The In Crowd." Once paid, I will have made a total of $30 writing. Not much, but a good start.
My submissions continue, however, as I have several more deadlines I've got lined up to meet and a good handful of stories still out there that I'm waiting to hear on. Of course, as I've said in previous blogs, I'm not delusional. I need a day job. But, you know what, all things in their time. Waiting on hearing back from publishers has taught me two things thus far: patience and how to handle rejection. I think I'm doing both pretty freakin' well.
And, unbeknownst to the kids at Upward Bound, Slink and I are making a return as their lovable (yeah, right), wacky RAs. We weren't intending to do this, but I need the extra cash for a certain wedding coming up (my own, lol).
Speaking of weddings, my father generously offered to pay for my invitations and my wedding cake. So excited by this! He's already got the amount of invites I need and all other info to order, so as soon as he comes back from his hunting trip (all the way in Africa) I think he's going to place the order. I'll be sending them out ASAP after I get them. As for the cake, my grandmother assured my mother (who passed this news on to me) that my cousin Amanda could do my cake. Really must contact her about this.
Fan fiction is of course ongoing as well. Too many stories, as the usual tale goes. And I keep focusing on just two of them lately... totally unfair to the others and I'm starting to develop a guilt complex about it. Not to mention the several more that I have planned to start and have recently come up with.
Moving on, due to a wonderfully fun lunch with a friend/ex-high school teacher of mine and Slinky, I've all but solidified my decision to go back for my MFA in Creative Writing in either the spring or fall of 2011... Mrs. T made us both see that you don't have to be limited to just one thing. I'm excited about this decision. I really am. So, here's to the future!
On other notes, I really miss the friends I don't get to see that often. I mean, really. I miss being able to see you all practically all the time. We should all find a way to recitify this.
Much love to all!
Like the title suggests, nothing big has happened, but a lot of little good things have. Where to start?
Well, as those who have kept up w/ me via Facebook know, I have two works that are being published. A poem entitled "Midsummer's Magic" and a short story entitled "The In Crowd." Once paid, I will have made a total of $30 writing. Not much, but a good start.
My submissions continue, however, as I have several more deadlines I've got lined up to meet and a good handful of stories still out there that I'm waiting to hear on. Of course, as I've said in previous blogs, I'm not delusional. I need a day job. But, you know what, all things in their time. Waiting on hearing back from publishers has taught me two things thus far: patience and how to handle rejection. I think I'm doing both pretty freakin' well.
And, unbeknownst to the kids at Upward Bound, Slink and I are making a return as their lovable (yeah, right), wacky RAs. We weren't intending to do this, but I need the extra cash for a certain wedding coming up (my own, lol).
Speaking of weddings, my father generously offered to pay for my invitations and my wedding cake. So excited by this! He's already got the amount of invites I need and all other info to order, so as soon as he comes back from his hunting trip (all the way in Africa) I think he's going to place the order. I'll be sending them out ASAP after I get them. As for the cake, my grandmother assured my mother (who passed this news on to me) that my cousin Amanda could do my cake. Really must contact her about this.
Fan fiction is of course ongoing as well. Too many stories, as the usual tale goes. And I keep focusing on just two of them lately... totally unfair to the others and I'm starting to develop a guilt complex about it. Not to mention the several more that I have planned to start and have recently come up with.
Moving on, due to a wonderfully fun lunch with a friend/ex-high school teacher of mine and Slinky, I've all but solidified my decision to go back for my MFA in Creative Writing in either the spring or fall of 2011... Mrs. T made us both see that you don't have to be limited to just one thing. I'm excited about this decision. I really am. So, here's to the future!
On other notes, I really miss the friends I don't get to see that often. I mean, really. I miss being able to see you all practically all the time. We should all find a way to recitify this.
Much love to all!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
No *Official* Job
... but I don't feel like I'm doing "nothing" anymore. Thanks to duotrope.com. If you didn't read the GFQ post, duotrope is a lovely website that lists publishers, deadlines, and if those deadlines are themed. And I have lined up a list of deadlines I intend to meet. And I've already submitted two stories (the odds of these getting published are very low... but you never know).
I'm not delusional. I mean, I know I'm going to need a day job, seeing as I'm not topping the New York Times bestseller list (I would like to add the word "yet" to the end of this sentence)... but I'm doing something towards the direction of the career I want. And frankly, folks, it feels downright awesome.
So, here's to meeting deadlines and hoping to hear back from publishers!
I'm not delusional. I mean, I know I'm going to need a day job, seeing as I'm not topping the New York Times bestseller list (I would like to add the word "yet" to the end of this sentence)... but I'm doing something towards the direction of the career I want. And frankly, folks, it feels downright awesome.
So, here's to meeting deadlines and hoping to hear back from publishers!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Mythical Experience and Other Job-Related Rants
Okay, so I had promised myself that I wasn't going to blog until I got a job. Well, I'm breaking that promise to myself to have a nice and healthy rant that, in the present company at the moment, I don't feel I can have.
So, I've been out of college for months now. Months. Preston's starting an awesomely awesome job tomorrow that pays GOOD. Which means that worries such as bill money and wedding funds are really a thing of the past. The wedding can proceed as planned (and, folks, it was rocky there for a while) and although there is about a two-week limbo between tomorrow and his first paycheck, there's really not a lot to worry about.
Which leads into two feelings: 1. First and foremost, I am very, very, very happy for him. This job will bring so many opportunities for him that will help in future career-type plans. 2. I'm so freakin' pissed at the Universe. I have a DEGREE!!! I have spent nearly 20 years of my life in an education facility. Where's my job? Where's my opportunities? Where's my random email from a company who just happened to find my resume (and it's out there, trust me)? (Seriously, for those new to this story, that's how he got this job). No, I, so far, have none. Or the few that I do have are either in cities that I can't live in right now (more on this later) or months and months away.
No, nothing. So then there's the family. I mean, on all sides. Asking the horrible question, "So what's Trish doing?" or my favorite, blunt variation of this, "When's Trish gonna get a job?" This coming from people who either have not worked a day in their life, are pleasantly retired, or have job security of some type. One of my relatives--and the one I'm referring to might surprise some--suggested that I go out and work at fast food or something to get "experience." Hello? I mean, uh, I've only held 3 jobs, but that's given me experience. And I'm going to play my degree card one more time (seriously, does that thing mean anything? I'm moments away from folding it into a paper airplane and playing with it). But yeah, mythical experience... I have experience in clerical situations. Also in dealing with about 100 kids, at one time. I think I can pretty much handle anything a job might throw at me. But no, I need "experience." Jobs that I think are really cool require at least "2-3 experience in this or a related field." Every single one! If that's the case, how am I supposed to get this mythical experience?!
Do they think I like sitting at home all day, doing nothing? Like having no money to call my own? No! I'm used to being relatively independent. I love Preston to death, but I hate to depend on anybody like that.
So, then I've noticed all the really cool jobs that are the highest earning for my degree (and again, really cool)... are all in Huntsville, Montgomery, or Birmingham. Okay, yeah, that would be great. Let me sign right up... oh, wait... I can't do that. I don't have my license (neither Mom nor Preston's car is ready right now for me to take the test that I'm so willingly to take now) and then, I don't have a car. Not to mention no way to save up to live in those cities, considering that I MUST get married this year if I want everything to work out at least a little close to what I want in my life.
Which leads to the car rant. I want a car. How do I get one? Well, get a job, of course. How can I get to said job without a car? Hmmm... quite a paradox that a lot of people don't seem to get. Preston's job is going to take him all over the Southeast. Even if I had my license, I have no way to get a car anytime in the near future, and Preston must have his car o do his job.
And then there is this sincere lack of jobs. I mean, there's this one job... but it's not until May that I can even start it. It's awesome, pays well... but again, may and lack of transportation. I'm so limited I can scream!!!!!
I think I've covered my whole job rant. I have other, little, tiny annoyances, but that's for another time. Except that, right now, I feel like crap. I scalded the roof of my mouth--at the very back, almost my throat--with pizza sauce so now it hurts to swallow or even talk. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, and my back hurts. I'm tired, but, because I sleep with my mouth open, it dries out where I got scalded, causing it to hurt.
Worse of all of this, if I try to tell the people who keep ramming these problems down my throat about all of this, I get either "automatic comfort" or "you're just making excuses" types of reactions.
So, if you excuse me, I'm gonna go throw up now.
So, I've been out of college for months now. Months. Preston's starting an awesomely awesome job tomorrow that pays GOOD. Which means that worries such as bill money and wedding funds are really a thing of the past. The wedding can proceed as planned (and, folks, it was rocky there for a while) and although there is about a two-week limbo between tomorrow and his first paycheck, there's really not a lot to worry about.
Which leads into two feelings: 1. First and foremost, I am very, very, very happy for him. This job will bring so many opportunities for him that will help in future career-type plans. 2. I'm so freakin' pissed at the Universe. I have a DEGREE!!! I have spent nearly 20 years of my life in an education facility. Where's my job? Where's my opportunities? Where's my random email from a company who just happened to find my resume (and it's out there, trust me)? (Seriously, for those new to this story, that's how he got this job). No, I, so far, have none. Or the few that I do have are either in cities that I can't live in right now (more on this later) or months and months away.
No, nothing. So then there's the family. I mean, on all sides. Asking the horrible question, "So what's Trish doing?" or my favorite, blunt variation of this, "When's Trish gonna get a job?" This coming from people who either have not worked a day in their life, are pleasantly retired, or have job security of some type. One of my relatives--and the one I'm referring to might surprise some--suggested that I go out and work at fast food or something to get "experience." Hello? I mean, uh, I've only held 3 jobs, but that's given me experience. And I'm going to play my degree card one more time (seriously, does that thing mean anything? I'm moments away from folding it into a paper airplane and playing with it). But yeah, mythical experience... I have experience in clerical situations. Also in dealing with about 100 kids, at one time. I think I can pretty much handle anything a job might throw at me. But no, I need "experience." Jobs that I think are really cool require at least "2-3 experience in this or a related field." Every single one! If that's the case, how am I supposed to get this mythical experience?!
Do they think I like sitting at home all day, doing nothing? Like having no money to call my own? No! I'm used to being relatively independent. I love Preston to death, but I hate to depend on anybody like that.
So, then I've noticed all the really cool jobs that are the highest earning for my degree (and again, really cool)... are all in Huntsville, Montgomery, or Birmingham. Okay, yeah, that would be great. Let me sign right up... oh, wait... I can't do that. I don't have my license (neither Mom nor Preston's car is ready right now for me to take the test that I'm so willingly to take now) and then, I don't have a car. Not to mention no way to save up to live in those cities, considering that I MUST get married this year if I want everything to work out at least a little close to what I want in my life.
Which leads to the car rant. I want a car. How do I get one? Well, get a job, of course. How can I get to said job without a car? Hmmm... quite a paradox that a lot of people don't seem to get. Preston's job is going to take him all over the Southeast. Even if I had my license, I have no way to get a car anytime in the near future, and Preston must have his car o do his job.
And then there is this sincere lack of jobs. I mean, there's this one job... but it's not until May that I can even start it. It's awesome, pays well... but again, may and lack of transportation. I'm so limited I can scream!!!!!
I think I've covered my whole job rant. I have other, little, tiny annoyances, but that's for another time. Except that, right now, I feel like crap. I scalded the roof of my mouth--at the very back, almost my throat--with pizza sauce so now it hurts to swallow or even talk. My stomach hurts, my head hurts, and my back hurts. I'm tired, but, because I sleep with my mouth open, it dries out where I got scalded, causing it to hurt.
Worse of all of this, if I try to tell the people who keep ramming these problems down my throat about all of this, I get either "automatic comfort" or "you're just making excuses" types of reactions.
So, if you excuse me, I'm gonna go throw up now.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
The Will to Move
And no, I'm not talking about changing addresses. I'm simply talking about the will to get up and do something. For example, right now, I have a lot of different things I could be doing--excluding blogging. However, I simply feel too lazy to do them. Which is bad.
I need to find the will to do something, anything, productive. Write, clean the house, or something.
Well, that's about all that there is from me. Here's to hoping I find the will to move soon enough!
I need to find the will to do something, anything, productive. Write, clean the house, or something.
Well, that's about all that there is from me. Here's to hoping I find the will to move soon enough!
Friday, January 1, 2010
2010...the Year of the Tiger
I did a mini-flip when I realized that this new year was the year of the tiger...my birth year, 1986, is a Tiger year. Whoo-hoo for Tigers! When I was reading the description, it said that if the Tiger was your year that that did not mean that it would be necessarily better or worse...just comfortable. I wonder what that means? I mean, does it mean "business as usual" but I just won't be as stressed about it? That cracks me up, seeing as I'm getting married this year.
Which is awesome, btw. I'm born in the year of the Tiger, my fiance was born in the year of the Tiger, and now...we're getting married in the year of the Tiger. Friggin' sweet!
Well, Happy New Years, everyone!
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