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I mentioned moving to a new (happier) location where I work, right? As in, my desk is no longer in cube-land, I'm not sitting next to an over-dramatic-psychotic person, and I am no longer constantly freezing to death. (There are even days I can take off my third layer!) Well, the department area that I moved to gets spoiled on occasion by their supervisor.
Since I am close friends with their supervisor, I was spoiled as well. She went to Mocha House to get her lunch and bought slices of cheesecake for each of us! It was all work-related prizes for the others, but since I am not in that department and didn't do anything work-related for her, she told me that since I am such a great friend that mine is friend-related cheesecake. She also didn't want me feeling left out watching the others eat cheesecake. I did let her know that I wouldn't be totally heart-broken if she were to not treat me the way she does them. I also told her that in doing so it means something random and amazing will happen in her future. (Karma, you know? Which, yes, we can take control of Karma on our own simply by doing something nice for others. Ahem.)
I do tell her quite often that she is pretty amazing, that she doesn't get paid enough, that she is truly underappreciated (not just here, but in her personal life, too). So, I am feeling pretty damn grateful to have someone in my life that randomly brings me treats, like delicious, to-die-for, cheesecake.
It has literally been a year since I wrote here.
I'm not sure what made me decide to take a look at Disillusioned, but whatever it was, here I am. Looking over the site I wasn't shocked that it had been a year since I posted here. I was shocked that it was a year ago TODAY that I had posted last. So much has changed. So much has remained the same.
I'm officially writing more, not here, but actual short stories. I'm also working on a romance novel. I'm taking writing classes (sort of) and trying to seriously make a go of it. I'm on my second writing class. The first was simply to reopen my mind to my muse. To rekindle the flame of imagination and to help me get off my ass and write.
The second one is specifically for romance writing, and I hate to say it, I have been ignoring it. I have printed the lessons and plan to do them offline. It just seems to not be capturing my attention and I would rather be writing than learning about writing, I guess. Don't get me wrong, I love writing and I love learning. The online class I am taking is great. The lessons are excellent. I am just not participating the way I did in the previous class. I don't know why. I print the lessons and put them in my binder. I know that I will need them at some point.
I've chosen my author name, which I won't share here at this time. I haven't decided if I want to publish the romance novel under the psuedonym or my real name. I do know that the short stories won't be under either name because they are seriously trashy erotica. (The kind you don't share with your mom. Or your coworkers. Or anyone who thinks they know who you are. It's the kind you read under your covers alone with a flashlight and whatever adult playthings you might require.) There are many reasons my name and the pen name I've chosen won't be on them. There were two short stories I wrote, each one under a different name, that I recently took down from Amazon and I probably won't use either of those names either. Honestly, there are reasons why I don't want anyone to know I wrote them. Too many implications. Too many people who will think that they aren't just stories, when someone at work just happened to say something to me and my mind exploded. EXPLODED. The ideas keep flowing. I want each of them to be around 5,000 words... I'm just not sure how to get them there yet. They tend to end around 3,400-3,500 words.
I've started a writing blog to go along with the chosen name. I almost shared one of the trashy stories there, just a sneak peek of 250 words, but then I decided I didn't want to do that.
My title at work has changed. My seating location has changed. Instead of sitting in a cube with a seriously psychotic neighbor, I am sharing an office with two amazing people who also work hard. This is a huge bonus for me because I'm not gritting my teeth listening to someone talk out loud all day long to whatever voices happen to be in their head. My pay changed, too, but thanks to student loans I am actually (once again) taking home less than what I was prior to the raise. This is twice now. The first time was thanks to the guv'ment forcing healthcare down our throats. If it happens a third time... I am going to scream.
In other news, the Little Lady moved to Toledo for her first year of college, then she decided she didn't want to be that far from home any longer and decided to transfer. She prefers being home and able to work however many hours she wants. There were also issues regarding work-study jobs being given to non-work-study students. That means by the time she found work, the semester was almost over. And, for whatever reason, a lot of the people who are supposed to be kind and helpful were rude and snotty. That's never appreciated.
Things have been going fairly well. I'm happier pursuing the writing bug that bit me when I was young and I know that if I put enough blood, sweat, tears, and other bodily secretions into it, I can succeed. I may not become a millionaire (you never know) and I might not have a movie made about one of my stories (it can happen to anyone) but I am willing to give it everything I can and hope that I might be able to live a little more comfortably instead of this whole paycheck to paycheck thing.
And now I'm off... to go do that writing thing on my lunch. Laters.
If all you look for in life and love is a pretty package, all you'll find is misunderstanding, loneliness and resentment. Not only in the person you are with but also within yourself.
Said by Me.
I happened to reply to a tweet about the reality shows The Bachelor/Bachelorette the other day about if they need a tv show to find love how is there hope for the rest of us. I replied "if you need to go on a tv show to show just how undateable you are that's when you're totally lost". Now, let me explain a little more. I don't watch these shows. I rarely watch reality tv at all. I hate reality tv because it's a lie. There is nothing real about it at all. However, I don't have cable and I don't have DVR or TiVo so if I watch actual television, instead of Netflix, Hulu, etc, I end up seeing commercials for these shows. Just the commercials put me off of them. There is so much drama just in the commercials it makes me want to change the channel.
I think a lot of what's wrong with the country we live in today is the fact that people watch these reality tv shows and think it is appropriate to act like the people do on tv. They have warnings when watching MythBusters for a reason. McDonald's had to put a warning on their hot coffee cups due to someone's stupidity. There are a lot of days I agree with the ecard/meme going around that says remove all warning labels and notices so that natural selection and common sense can take place.
To get back to the story, there was a reply made saying something along the lines of not everyone can look like me. To which I replied the first portion of my quote up top. Honestly though, if you have become a person who can't find anyone to date maybe there is something wrong with you and perhaps you need a little time being single and finding out who you are or want to become. Sometimes that might include professional help, but not always. I would recommend professional help if you're having trouble dealing with stress and anxiety about being single.
Life isn't about to get any easier unless we learn that how we treat others and how we treat objects are two seriously confused things right now.
That photo to the left is quite deceiving as it was an amazingly perfect beach day on Sunday. It was the first time this summer that I have gotten to go to the beach with the way the weather has been lately. I enjoy going to the beach, I really do. I get to do a little swimming. I get to float and let the waves bob me along and I get to lay on a blanket outside and close my eyes without much notice. Now, don't get me wrong. I do not sleep when I'm at the beach. There are too many people around for that sort of thing.
Also, there are too many yelling and screaming parents accompanied by crying children as well. I just don't understand. You take kids to the beach so that you can tell them to go play and then what? You sit in your chair screaming and yelling at them to stop doing this or that. What was the point of leaving the house if you're just going to scream and yell at your kids? They just want to play in the sand. Why aren't you playing in the sand with them? They want to go swimming. Why aren't you in the water with them? Oh, right, you have to smoke that cigarrette. Or perhaps you're too tired. I just don't see the point of taking your children out into the world for any reason if all you're going to do is sit there, bitch to your friend about how much life sucks while yelling at your kids in between whining sessions. So why don't we try something new, mmmkay? The night before bringing your children, who just want to play in the sand and splash in the water, to the beach you go to bed an hour or so earlier. Maybe then you'll have the energy to swim with them and build sand castles with them instead of just yelling at them from your chair. Why have kids if you aren't going to enjoy them?