A couple blog posts ago, I mentioned I had gotten laid off from my job. That was a scary two months. And then, just as I was about to apply for unemployment, a job offer comes in. Well, it started with an interview. And then another interview. And THEN the job offer, but there you go. It all worked out and now I work in a wonderful, low stress job setting and I’m feeling very blessed.
Everything happens for a reason. I truly believe that if I would’ve gotten this job right when I started applying, I wouldn’t have appreciated it as much as I do now. It’s like I had to go through the crap in order to really accept and appreciate the good. God works in mysterious ways.
Today for lunch I stopped at the post office and then got a chili lime rice bowl at Taco John’s (try them, they are amazing). I just sat and ate and reflected and realized I am in a good point in my life.
Now the question is – do we have another baby? But that’s another blog for another time.🙂
The blog title is from a Missy Elliot song, it’s been in my head all week which is weird because I don’t normally listen to rap. But I digress . . .
Today’s question is this: When a friend gets in fight with their husband/boyfriend and then that friend comes to you to COMPLAIN about said husband/boyfriend, what should you do? Well, I typically go the route of “That bastard! I can’t believe he did that!” or “You’re way too good for him, he doesn’t do anything to help you out anyway.” Which is what I think needs to be said, or what I think my friend wants me to say.
But apparently, whatever you say will be held against you in a court of friendship. After the smoke clears, the friend wants to discuss what you said about her husband/boyfriend and that your comments were not appreciated. Well, they sure as hell were appreciated by you while I was saying them!
Now, I’ve never been what you’d call a “social butterfly” so I sometimes make social faux pas. But honestly, what is the correct response when your friend is vomiting words on you about someone else? “I understand, I’m sorry” just doesn’t seem to cut it. They want to draw you into their frustration which I completely DO understand. A good old-fashioned bitch session is sometimes the answer to all life’s problems.
So in the future, I will try to just steer clear of all drama-inducing, emotion-spewing arguments and conversations that don’t directly include me.🙂
A couple weeks ago I was laid off from my job of over eight years. No warning, no heads up, just “hey you’re done, here’s a box”. I didn’t cry. I didn’t show emotion. But do you know how hard it is cramming eight years of office space into a paper ream box? It’s even harder when your boss is standing there watching you, making sure you’re not going to steal anything. As if the trust they instilled in you for eight years disappears in an instant.
As I exited the doors for the last time, I expected a sense of relief or a weight lifted off my shoulders. That didn’t happen exactly but I felt happy in a way. Scared because now I was unemployed but happy that I didn’t have to deal with the drama anymore. My husband was very supportive and he made me cry with his thoughtful words.
But now comes real life.
Real life where my husband works from home and is always around and my Mom decides to visit anytime she wants without calling me first because she wants to help and my kids expecting me to clean up after them because, after all, I’m home all day. Real life is applying for any and every job that shows up on a seach because that “could be the one”. Real life is learning how to bake bread and make meals at home because it saves money. Real life is taking a nap because the stress just takes a toll. It’s a different kind of stress than I used to have. Before, the stress ebbed and flowed like the sea. Now the stress I have is ever present and it’s bone deep. I can’t “leave it at the office” like I did before because the office is my house.
I’m grateful for the severance package I received (a couple months of pay) and everyone who is keeping their eyes peeled for me for a new job. It’s just days like to today where it’s hard to keep my chin up. Tomorrow will be better.
Maybe I’ll go take a nap.
Over my lunch break today, I went to Kmart. Yeah, it’s not my favorite store but it’s the closest, most easily accessible place to get “stuff” and I only have 30 minutes on my lunch break, so it fit the bill today.
As I was walking up to the checkout counter, one of the cashiers said loudly (they always seem loud), “Well, as long as I follow the 10 Commandments, I don’t see why I need to go to church.”
Now, I’m your typical, guilty Catholic. I adore the Catholic faith and what it stands for, but I’m not so great with the guilt part of it. So after the cashier said this, I automatically thought: “Is God giving me a chance to preach my faith and stand up for what I believe in?” But I didn’t. I chickened out. Why? Because I didn’t want to get into a deep faith conversation with a Kmart cashier when my sole intent in going there was to go quickly. Plus I truly don’t believe she’s followed the 10 Commandments with conviction her whole life. Who has? Not me. And honestly, could she recite what they even are? (Here they are! http://www.allabouttruth.org/10-Commandments.htm)
So I said nothing. I kind of wish I would’ve said something, but I didn’t. I did say a prayer for her though. I feel that everyone would benefit from some type of Christian community. Does the Catholic Church have problems at the moment? Sure it does. But I have faith in what the Church represents and that’s why I go to mass every Sunday and involve my kids in the Church as much as I can. I have faith, I believe in God.
Now, I’m sure there will be some naysayer comments on here. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. I’m just sharing mine. Catholics aren’t perfect, but there’s something strengthening about being a Christian. Especially a Christian who celebrates their faith with their church community.
Have you ever had to attend a seminar or meeting where it was just a recycling of things you already know? Sometimes it’s nice to have the information brought to the forefront again as a reminder. Other times it feels like you could teach the seminar yourself.
So one of the quotes I read today during this gathering was:
Integrity is the agreement of our actions with our beliefs.
Integrity is a huge thing for me. I really appreciate people who practice what they preach no matter the circumstances. Those are the people worth following and believing in. Those are the people I would call mentor material. I strive to be one of those people, even though it’s hard to stand up for what you believe in sometimes.
So stay strong, people! Don’t do something just for the sake of doing it or because you’re told to do it. Do it because you believe in it. And don’t be false, be genuine. I can see “false” a mile away.
I’ve come to the realization that my lunch breaks are just too boring to blog about on a regular basis. Oh sure, some of them are funny as hell, and some of them are entertaining, but others are just like . . . meh. So I’m going to start incorporating what I HEAR on my lunch breaks. Like sometimes I hear people say really dumb/funny/stupid/random things and I just have to blog about it. So with that being said, welcome to my new goal in life: blogging about lunch and random phrases.🙂
On a different note, I’ve decided to write a book about my son’s past surgeries. I have absolutely no idea where to start. I have the narrative completed, I just need someone to make me pictures and a publisher. Easy, right? LOL I understand that it’s a tough industry to crack into, but I’m going to give it a shot. It’s go time!
Wow it’s been some serious time since I last posted, but all is well. I haven’t been feeling very “write-y” lately and I tend to be very sensitive when I receive any kind of negative feedback, so I tend to shy away from any confrontation regarding it/my blog/writing.
Today for lunch I ran to Petsmart to get kitty litter and kitty food. It is so freaking cold out there, but my cat needs to eat, so my hat and gloves shall prevail. Then I got gas and realized I’m about 400 miles over on my oil change. How does that happen? I look and look and I still have 1,000 miles to go and then BAM – I’m way over.
I’m still at my current job, still doing good work with all the students that come to me. I’m lucky to have a job in this economy, especially one that pays above minimum wage.🙂
Back to work, just wanted to check in with y’all!
P.S. Supernatural is on tonight, new episode, so excited.
- Good things come to those who wait.