If there is anything in this girl's life that refuses to be boring, it's the workplace! I am saddened by the loss of a great VP, but happy that my mentor and friend has found himself a new home. Now if he'd only take me with him!
I've been left behind in a river of chaos. Some days are smooth rides with a few fun rapids tossed in to keep us awake. Most days, however, involve Class IV, V, & VI rapids! Those are the ones you either get out and hike your way around or take the chance of not surviving the fall. These days I never know what river we're rafting, whether I need an innertube to float down the river or a life jacket and a helmet!
I've come to the conclusion that the best thing for me to do is paddle hard and enjoy the ride. I don't know what the workplace future holds for me, but something tells me I'll need a helmet to find out!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
It's Been A While...
A lot a has changed for this uninteresting girl... And a lot has stayed the same. I was checking out Facebook yesterday and pondering the double-edged sword of sharing. I absolutely love that I could see pictures if BFF's new baby girl minutes after she was born. I love the ability to share and connect and know the silliest details of our friend's lives. But some days I can't help but look at Facebook and those same moments and comments make me feel like I've been left behind. Like my life is in slo-mo while every one around me has moved on in bigger and better ways.
My life has moved forward and continues to gain momentum everyday. I am getting stronger and more in control, but I feel like I'm not yet where I'm supposed to be. To get there, first I have to figure out where I'm going! So. For now, I hope that journey of discovery is enough to keep me from leaving myself behind in such silly comparisons.
My life has moved forward and continues to gain momentum everyday. I am getting stronger and more in control, but I feel like I'm not yet where I'm supposed to be. To get there, first I have to figure out where I'm going! So. For now, I hope that journey of discovery is enough to keep me from leaving myself behind in such silly comparisons.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Comments, please!
Let me know what you think, I want to hear your reactions. I want to know if you think I'm crazy, right, or completely wrong. Don't hold back, I can take it. ;-)
Not on the list, this time
I know this is a risky topic, but its whats going on and effecting my life.
A little less than 2 years ago I was part of the first wave of lay-offs that kicked-off the recession. I was placed in the unfortunate position of both know of the lay-off and being on the list of those who would be let go. Knowing that my job was going to end was hard enough. Knowing the other names on the list and not being able to tell them was near torturous. But the cruelest act was knowing all of this, my fate included, and having to coordinate the whole day-of process. It took me a good month to really recover from that traumatic experience. Don't judge, I may not have been dodging bombs or watching people die, I just had to deal with the slow motion disintegration of stability in my life. Its harder than it sounds.
The recession rolled on and I found not one, but two jobs since then. I got lucky, no doubt about that. I've been settled for over a year in a seemingly stable company. We posted tremendous growth during one of the worst years in U.S. economic history, but are still finding ourselves at the mercy of a sluggish economy. We've got a record backlog while facing significant government budget cuts and carrying the load of struggling sister companies. At the directive of our foreign parent company, we were forced to oust a small percentage of our workforce.
The process this time was tightly held, strict legal binding keeping those who knew from sharing any details. The cards were laid out to those who would manage the process at the last possible minute. When your boss asks for help in the form of a significant chunk of termination packets and says "you can put two and two together and figure out what we're dealing with here," you can't help but wonder exactly what "we're dealing with here." He knew I'd been laid off before, so I didn't know if he was hinting at the lay-off or hinting at me being laid off. I'd be liking if I said I didn't think it would be me. I was fairly certain my spot as low man on the totem pole secured my spot on the cut list, especially since that's what happened last time. This time, however, my name wasn't on the list. The name in place of mine was so unexpected that my heart broke and my jaw literally dropped at the announcement. I knew before she said it because the other two managers asked him to go with them. I looked at Harley with my eyes registering his fate, Harley just nodded, confirming my understanding. The rest of the group didn't seem to understand what had just happened. When Non-Boss #2 (NB2) finally got around to announcing it, I was already reeling. The loss of this person was nearly as devastating as being on the list myself, and I should know! I can't even begin to express my grief. This was the person who when I'd realized worked for the company, I jumped at the chance to work with him. He's ridiculously up-beat and positive, the heart of the department and always the one to break the ice and tension. It was like being slapped. I felt slapped again when NB2 disagreed with my statement that he was the cheerleader of the department. She had no clue who he really was and what he meant to the team and the organization. I couldn't help but feel pure disgust for her in that moment.
This whole fiasco was a new experience for me. A lay-off is devastating from any perspective, even those who are largely unaffected. For me, once the shock wore off, this time was piece of cake compared to last time. Sure it was hard, I could barely look those ousted employees in the eye. I've been there, been worse even. I am thankful to have my job, but the future is still uncertain. My work could easily triple given the hit my department took. Yes, that is called job security, I know. Part of me, however, hoped I was on the list. I am ready to move on, ready for a new career, and new set of management "tools," and a new place to call home for 40+ hours a week. For now I'm stuck with a lot of work and a lot of survivor's guilt. Huh, never felt that before...
A little less than 2 years ago I was part of the first wave of lay-offs that kicked-off the recession. I was placed in the unfortunate position of both know of the lay-off and being on the list of those who would be let go. Knowing that my job was going to end was hard enough. Knowing the other names on the list and not being able to tell them was near torturous. But the cruelest act was knowing all of this, my fate included, and having to coordinate the whole day-of process. It took me a good month to really recover from that traumatic experience. Don't judge, I may not have been dodging bombs or watching people die, I just had to deal with the slow motion disintegration of stability in my life. Its harder than it sounds.
The recession rolled on and I found not one, but two jobs since then. I got lucky, no doubt about that. I've been settled for over a year in a seemingly stable company. We posted tremendous growth during one of the worst years in U.S. economic history, but are still finding ourselves at the mercy of a sluggish economy. We've got a record backlog while facing significant government budget cuts and carrying the load of struggling sister companies. At the directive of our foreign parent company, we were forced to oust a small percentage of our workforce.
The process this time was tightly held, strict legal binding keeping those who knew from sharing any details. The cards were laid out to those who would manage the process at the last possible minute. When your boss asks for help in the form of a significant chunk of termination packets and says "you can put two and two together and figure out what we're dealing with here," you can't help but wonder exactly what "we're dealing with here." He knew I'd been laid off before, so I didn't know if he was hinting at the lay-off or hinting at me being laid off. I'd be liking if I said I didn't think it would be me. I was fairly certain my spot as low man on the totem pole secured my spot on the cut list, especially since that's what happened last time. This time, however, my name wasn't on the list. The name in place of mine was so unexpected that my heart broke and my jaw literally dropped at the announcement. I knew before she said it because the other two managers asked him to go with them. I looked at Harley with my eyes registering his fate, Harley just nodded, confirming my understanding. The rest of the group didn't seem to understand what had just happened. When Non-Boss #2 (NB2) finally got around to announcing it, I was already reeling. The loss of this person was nearly as devastating as being on the list myself, and I should know! I can't even begin to express my grief. This was the person who when I'd realized worked for the company, I jumped at the chance to work with him. He's ridiculously up-beat and positive, the heart of the department and always the one to break the ice and tension. It was like being slapped. I felt slapped again when NB2 disagreed with my statement that he was the cheerleader of the department. She had no clue who he really was and what he meant to the team and the organization. I couldn't help but feel pure disgust for her in that moment.
This whole fiasco was a new experience for me. A lay-off is devastating from any perspective, even those who are largely unaffected. For me, once the shock wore off, this time was piece of cake compared to last time. Sure it was hard, I could barely look those ousted employees in the eye. I've been there, been worse even. I am thankful to have my job, but the future is still uncertain. My work could easily triple given the hit my department took. Yes, that is called job security, I know. Part of me, however, hoped I was on the list. I am ready to move on, ready for a new career, and new set of management "tools," and a new place to call home for 40+ hours a week. For now I'm stuck with a lot of work and a lot of survivor's guilt. Huh, never felt that before...
Friday, August 20, 2010
Career Change?
Last week I had a bit of an epiphany. I realized I don't like Human Resources. I've never really enjoyed any of my HR jobs, equating to 7 years of wondering what the heck I could do about my misery. The only thing that keeps me coming back are the people I work with, emphasis on coworkers not managers. I would spend hours at work and at home trawling the HR help wanted boards, looking for anything that could be even remotely better than where I'm at now. So, on one of these trawls, I randomly decided to look at writing jobs and a strange thing happened. I got excited about the jobs. Reading the job descriptions was like opening the flood gates of possibility.
I posted on Facebook about my liberating moment and asked what people thought I should do. Almost unanimously the answer was teaching. I laughed at each response, knowing this was something I have always wanted to do. My mom cried foul almost immediately, citing the poor treatment of teachers and poor status of the state budget. She's biased, no doubt, by her own bad experiences in the profession. My dad has always supported the idea, saying he thought I would be a great teacher. From a guy who doesn't say much, that support really means a lot. But teaching isn't in my future just yet. Writing, however, seems to be calling my name. I figure the best way to explore my opportunities was to get back to my blog. I'm also in the process of setting up an Examiner.com profile as a San Diego Workplace Issues Examiner, showcasing a series of articles offering career advice for the millennial generation. I've got a lot to learn and plenty of room to grow, especially now that I've found a new path to take.
If I've learned one thing from this, its do what makes you happy and the harder parts of life seem to get just a little bit easier! Go for it.
I posted on Facebook about my liberating moment and asked what people thought I should do. Almost unanimously the answer was teaching. I laughed at each response, knowing this was something I have always wanted to do. My mom cried foul almost immediately, citing the poor treatment of teachers and poor status of the state budget. She's biased, no doubt, by her own bad experiences in the profession. My dad has always supported the idea, saying he thought I would be a great teacher. From a guy who doesn't say much, that support really means a lot. But teaching isn't in my future just yet. Writing, however, seems to be calling my name. I figure the best way to explore my opportunities was to get back to my blog. I'm also in the process of setting up an Examiner.com profile as a San Diego Workplace Issues Examiner, showcasing a series of articles offering career advice for the millennial generation. I've got a lot to learn and plenty of room to grow, especially now that I've found a new path to take.
If I've learned one thing from this, its do what makes you happy and the harder parts of life seem to get just a little bit easier! Go for it.
Feeling Left Behind
I've been wrestling with this for over two months now, but I'm still not sure if I've found the right words yet.
I had the fortune of having a roommate who became my best friend. Someone who's life has taken a happy turn and who I genuinely couldn't be happier for. Let me be perfectly clear, this isn't a slam session or jealousy rearing its ugly head. This is about me and my life not playing out the way I wished it would.
So, Saturday Morning has fallen in love. And has effectively moved out. I really can't even begin to describe the many ways this sucks, but I'm going to try anyway. In some ways this has been like a break-up. No longer do I have someone to come home to, she always gets off earlier than I do, nor do I have any one to talk to about my day with. That doesn't sound that bad, right? When you come home to an empty house and end up sitting in front of the TV for hours on end with no one to talk to for a month straight - well, its pretty depressing. To that end, I have a feeling she was doing the same thing, just in a different house. But the part that hurt the most was that I was feeling completely left behind while she got the on thing I've wanted so badly for my entire post-pubescent life. Love. All of a sudden I was left alone to ponder my painfully obvious single status, for hours, days, and weeks on end. What's worse was having to hear about how happy she was when I was only capable of feeling depressed.
Again, I am genuinely happy for her, but her happiness only made me feel worse, like even more of a failure. I got to the point that I would use any excuse I could think of to not see her or hangout with her. And its not like it was her fault, it was completely my inability to get past a situation that was eating me up inside. It hurt too much. I suddenly had no roommate, no local best friend, and no one I could even talk to about it. Even now I tear up from the sense of being left behind, like life has moved on without me, everyone has moved on without me. I don't know how to fix it. So I've done the only thing I can do, give it time. I still don't think I can handle hanging out with her and Scoots, but I've at least managed to get some of the relationship back. I doubt she could ever understand what pain her joy has caused me, especially since I can't even talk to her about it.
For now I'm trying to make new friends, trying to forgive myself for not being the person I want to be, and, well, looking for a new roommate.
I had the fortune of having a roommate who became my best friend. Someone who's life has taken a happy turn and who I genuinely couldn't be happier for. Let me be perfectly clear, this isn't a slam session or jealousy rearing its ugly head. This is about me and my life not playing out the way I wished it would.
So, Saturday Morning has fallen in love. And has effectively moved out. I really can't even begin to describe the many ways this sucks, but I'm going to try anyway. In some ways this has been like a break-up. No longer do I have someone to come home to, she always gets off earlier than I do, nor do I have any one to talk to about my day with. That doesn't sound that bad, right? When you come home to an empty house and end up sitting in front of the TV for hours on end with no one to talk to for a month straight - well, its pretty depressing. To that end, I have a feeling she was doing the same thing, just in a different house. But the part that hurt the most was that I was feeling completely left behind while she got the on thing I've wanted so badly for my entire post-pubescent life. Love. All of a sudden I was left alone to ponder my painfully obvious single status, for hours, days, and weeks on end. What's worse was having to hear about how happy she was when I was only capable of feeling depressed.
Again, I am genuinely happy for her, but her happiness only made me feel worse, like even more of a failure. I got to the point that I would use any excuse I could think of to not see her or hangout with her. And its not like it was her fault, it was completely my inability to get past a situation that was eating me up inside. It hurt too much. I suddenly had no roommate, no local best friend, and no one I could even talk to about it. Even now I tear up from the sense of being left behind, like life has moved on without me, everyone has moved on without me. I don't know how to fix it. So I've done the only thing I can do, give it time. I still don't think I can handle hanging out with her and Scoots, but I've at least managed to get some of the relationship back. I doubt she could ever understand what pain her joy has caused me, especially since I can't even talk to her about it.
For now I'm trying to make new friends, trying to forgive myself for not being the person I want to be, and, well, looking for a new roommate.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
A New Diet, A New Way of Life
Last Sunday I started Medifast, something I swore I would never do. Being an extremely overweight person effects every aspect of my life. I tried Weight Watchers and had limited success, but didn't even scratch the type of losses I need to reach. With a big vacation looming and stories in the news about overweight passengers getting bumped from flights, my weight is doing nothing but stressing me out. Which if you didn't know, in my case, leads to more weight gain. Not acceptable! So I bit the bullet and made a move towards health. And trust me, some of these "meals" might as well be lead - they're just that awesome.
This week was not fun, period. If you've ever gone on a diet, you know the first week, aka the adjustment period, can be brutal. Any diet worth doing eliminates most of the food you normally eat. Medifast is similar, but takes dieting one step further by eliminating practically all food from your diet. Multiply the brutality of a regular diet, such as Weight Watchers, by about 100 and there your have Medifast. Going from eating 3-4 meals a day to 4 meal replacements (aka bars or shakes) and one "lean and green" each day was a huge paradigm shift for me.
I had high hopes for some of the "foods" available on the plan, but was sorely disappointed. Personally, I believe if you're advertising something as oatmeal, there should actually be oatmeal in it! Just me, call me crazy. One of the bars surprisingly had raisins in it. I thought it was bug parts or some other animal parts since I was eating a lemon meringue bar! Who the heck puts raisins in a lemon bar???? I almost barfed eating that one. I'm all for maximizing protein, I just would prefer to do it with something considered edible to most Americans.
That said, I did it. I never made it to the prescribed 5 meal replacements per day, but definitely kept my diet lean and green (L&G) for my one actual meal each day. I even managed to keep it L&G when eating out at two very tempting restaurants! And it paid off. This week I lost 11.2 lbs.
I can feel it, both positively and negatively. I definitely feel that there's less of me to lug around, but just as much feel how I am not eating enough. To say that I've been tired is an understatement, same goes for my behavior. Nothing makes a fat girl grumpier than taking away her food. Enough said.
Tomorrow I take on week two. With a lofty goal and only 7 weeks to get it done, its on bitches!
This week was not fun, period. If you've ever gone on a diet, you know the first week, aka the adjustment period, can be brutal. Any diet worth doing eliminates most of the food you normally eat. Medifast is similar, but takes dieting one step further by eliminating practically all food from your diet. Multiply the brutality of a regular diet, such as Weight Watchers, by about 100 and there your have Medifast. Going from eating 3-4 meals a day to 4 meal replacements (aka bars or shakes) and one "lean and green" each day was a huge paradigm shift for me.
I had high hopes for some of the "foods" available on the plan, but was sorely disappointed. Personally, I believe if you're advertising something as oatmeal, there should actually be oatmeal in it! Just me, call me crazy. One of the bars surprisingly had raisins in it. I thought it was bug parts or some other animal parts since I was eating a lemon meringue bar! Who the heck puts raisins in a lemon bar???? I almost barfed eating that one. I'm all for maximizing protein, I just would prefer to do it with something considered edible to most Americans.
That said, I did it. I never made it to the prescribed 5 meal replacements per day, but definitely kept my diet lean and green (L&G) for my one actual meal each day. I even managed to keep it L&G when eating out at two very tempting restaurants! And it paid off. This week I lost 11.2 lbs.
I can feel it, both positively and negatively. I definitely feel that there's less of me to lug around, but just as much feel how I am not eating enough. To say that I've been tired is an understatement, same goes for my behavior. Nothing makes a fat girl grumpier than taking away her food. Enough said.
Tomorrow I take on week two. With a lofty goal and only 7 weeks to get it done, its on bitches!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Taking A Big Step Forward
One of the issues I wanted to tackle when I left school behind was dealing with my weight. For a couple weeks Saturday Morning and I were taking SlimQuick, one of those weight loss supplements specifically geared toward to women. We had some success, but decided to enroll in Weight Watchers with mom and actually attend meetings. Four weeks in to the meetings we are all doing well. I was sitting here thinking I must be doing well because I just ate dinner and am already hungry again! That said, I am starting to feel the effects of a combined six weeks of dieting efforts. Walking around the grocery store tonight buying only things I need and things that are healthy for me felt really good, mentally and physically. Walking has gotten so much easier with only 13 pounds lost. It has made such a difference having Saturday Morning and mom to commiserate with and support each other. For them this is a hard change, but for me I feel like its overcoming an entire lifetime of habits and psychological barriers. Like yesterday, my old habits would have had me at McDonald's getting lunch when I had plenty of food at home. Fast food is pretty much my Nemesis. I was so incredibly proud of myself for not stopping. It puts me one decision closer to victory over a lifelong obstacle. Today was another victorious day, here's hoping for another one tomorrow! Every victorious day puts me one day closer....to everything!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Taking A Step Back
Taking a step back seems to be a common theme in my life recently...
In July I made the move from a company that valued my skills, offered praise all around, and gave me two raises and a promotion in just six months, to a company where I'm 1-in-a-1000 and seen merely as a replacement for the for the ineffective person who occupied the office before me. I knew that this was a step back in title and some responsibility, but the money was better and the long term opportunities are better. But I had no idea that the step back would be so painful! The girl who I replaced was basically an administrative assistant for the department. My role is supposed to be very different, except the fact that everyone treats me like I'm about as useful as she was. At the last company, I was a good two levels above where I am now...doing more than the people in those roles at the new company are doing! Besides being asked to be the stand-in receptionist, the interview scheduler, and the all-around department bitch, things are going great! Oh yeah, except the fact that there is one person who I must interact with frequently is the epitome of unprofessional when they feel in any way attacked. To the point of having screaming fits and snapping at any one who challenges them. From someone who holds a management position and wants to take on a highly interactive role with many employees, this is the exact opposite of how they should act! I even had to tell them at one point that they need to interact with me in a different manner since I didn't appreciate being made to feel stupid. It has been loads of fun...really.
In addition to work, school has also been a lot to handle. My new job involved more hours than my last job, effectively cutting into the time available for school work and leaving me even more tired than usual. When you have one thing making you miserable, that's obnoxious but bearable. But when you have two things making you miserable, you have to cut something out of your life. In this case, work puts a roof over my head, pays for my car, etc, so school was the thing to get cut. Its not that I couldn't do it, I had a 4.0 in the classes to that point. But I had no time for anything else. I realize that I do have the best mom and dad ever...but that was making me feel super guilty. I didn't have time to even clean up after my own dogs because I was so focused on, and so stressed about school. The last couple classes also made me into a raging bitch. Have you ever seen the show Bridezillas? I was like the crazy brides on that show, but worse and not even getting married! It was like flipping a switch, I would instantly become a raging bitch. I felt it happen and couldn't stop it. Poor Saturday Morning had to put up with me when this would happen. Just what I needed, something else to make me feel guilty. Not only did I not have time, I was someone horrible to be around. Worst, I was hating myself for these things which made school that much less of interest.
So I made a hard decision and dropped out of the doctoral program. I still have the opportunity to return to the program later, but for now I am taking a step back from school and taking a little more control in my life. I now have the time to do the things I want to do, and more importantly, the things I need to do. Its time to get back to time with the family, playing with the pups, getting out of the house, making more new recipes, and whatever the heck else I want to do! Like go to concerts... with two fun ones lined up in the next month my weekends just keep getting better! And I am a much happier kid. Halle-ficken-lujah! Just call me the Drop-Out! :-)
In July I made the move from a company that valued my skills, offered praise all around, and gave me two raises and a promotion in just six months, to a company where I'm 1-in-a-1000 and seen merely as a replacement for the for the ineffective person who occupied the office before me. I knew that this was a step back in title and some responsibility, but the money was better and the long term opportunities are better. But I had no idea that the step back would be so painful! The girl who I replaced was basically an administrative assistant for the department. My role is supposed to be very different, except the fact that everyone treats me like I'm about as useful as she was. At the last company, I was a good two levels above where I am now...doing more than the people in those roles at the new company are doing! Besides being asked to be the stand-in receptionist, the interview scheduler, and the all-around department bitch, things are going great! Oh yeah, except the fact that there is one person who I must interact with frequently is the epitome of unprofessional when they feel in any way attacked. To the point of having screaming fits and snapping at any one who challenges them. From someone who holds a management position and wants to take on a highly interactive role with many employees, this is the exact opposite of how they should act! I even had to tell them at one point that they need to interact with me in a different manner since I didn't appreciate being made to feel stupid. It has been loads of fun...really.
In addition to work, school has also been a lot to handle. My new job involved more hours than my last job, effectively cutting into the time available for school work and leaving me even more tired than usual. When you have one thing making you miserable, that's obnoxious but bearable. But when you have two things making you miserable, you have to cut something out of your life. In this case, work puts a roof over my head, pays for my car, etc, so school was the thing to get cut. Its not that I couldn't do it, I had a 4.0 in the classes to that point. But I had no time for anything else. I realize that I do have the best mom and dad ever...but that was making me feel super guilty. I didn't have time to even clean up after my own dogs because I was so focused on, and so stressed about school. The last couple classes also made me into a raging bitch. Have you ever seen the show Bridezillas? I was like the crazy brides on that show, but worse and not even getting married! It was like flipping a switch, I would instantly become a raging bitch. I felt it happen and couldn't stop it. Poor Saturday Morning had to put up with me when this would happen. Just what I needed, something else to make me feel guilty. Not only did I not have time, I was someone horrible to be around. Worst, I was hating myself for these things which made school that much less of interest.
So I made a hard decision and dropped out of the doctoral program. I still have the opportunity to return to the program later, but for now I am taking a step back from school and taking a little more control in my life. I now have the time to do the things I want to do, and more importantly, the things I need to do. Its time to get back to time with the family, playing with the pups, getting out of the house, making more new recipes, and whatever the heck else I want to do! Like go to concerts... with two fun ones lined up in the next month my weekends just keep getting better! And I am a much happier kid. Halle-ficken-lujah! Just call me the Drop-Out! :-)
The Return of Uninteresting Girl
It's been another long while since I've posted. Life has been a hectic mess on the outside and only moderately of interest on the inside. But big changes have begun to occur and I'm back to updating the Boring Blog.
One of the biggest changes ended up not being a change at all. For a long while I thought I was going to lose Saturday Morning, but a very last minute save kept her in town. I was able to hook her up with a temp-to-hire job at my current company the day before she was supposed to head back up to Nor Cal. In the process of her potential move out, I had lined up another new roommate, Choir Girl. I had to pull out the ultimate bitch move the day before she was supposed to move-in to let her know the room was no longer available. I think what ever karma I may have gained by helping out Saturday Morning was quickly lost by screwing Choir Girl out of a place to live. It sucked, but I don't think there was another choice.
Another change was that of the Freshman, our newest roommate. She's a sweet, cute girl, who apparently thought she was moving into the dorms. She event brought her own fridge and toaster overn for her room! We told her no toasting, of any kind, in her room. Not to be mean, just to avoid burning the house down! i really need to find an electrician to come fix 10 or 15 things! Anyway, the Freshman moved in to Saturday Morning's room because we thought Saturday Morning was moving back home and the Freshman wanted the bigger room. Much to Saturday Morning's dissatisfaction, she had to pack up everything and move it to the back room. When we figured out Saturday Morning was staying, it was too late because the Freshman was already settled. Other than not really wanting to come out of her room, Freshman has been very likable so far. We even went out to Fiest Island together one night to make a bonfire with some other friends. That's more than the previous roommates!
Well less than two months in, the Freshman is now moving out. She came down to go into a nursing program and apparently didn't really do her homework. The program she was hoping to get into has a 3 year waiting period!! After finding this out she checked out programs back home and found out those only have a six-month waiting period....meaning she could be finished with that program before she even gets into the program down here! So the Freshman is calling it quits and moves out at the end of the month.
And so the search for the third roommate begins again. You'd think one of the 4 would have stuck! Some one asked me if I called Choir Girl, since we now had room...that would be like asking to get my ass chewed! No thank you. But if you know some one who needs a place.... :-)
One of the biggest changes ended up not being a change at all. For a long while I thought I was going to lose Saturday Morning, but a very last minute save kept her in town. I was able to hook her up with a temp-to-hire job at my current company the day before she was supposed to head back up to Nor Cal. In the process of her potential move out, I had lined up another new roommate, Choir Girl. I had to pull out the ultimate bitch move the day before she was supposed to move-in to let her know the room was no longer available. I think what ever karma I may have gained by helping out Saturday Morning was quickly lost by screwing Choir Girl out of a place to live. It sucked, but I don't think there was another choice.
Another change was that of the Freshman, our newest roommate. She's a sweet, cute girl, who apparently thought she was moving into the dorms. She event brought her own fridge and toaster overn for her room! We told her no toasting, of any kind, in her room. Not to be mean, just to avoid burning the house down! i really need to find an electrician to come fix 10 or 15 things! Anyway, the Freshman moved in to Saturday Morning's room because we thought Saturday Morning was moving back home and the Freshman wanted the bigger room. Much to Saturday Morning's dissatisfaction, she had to pack up everything and move it to the back room. When we figured out Saturday Morning was staying, it was too late because the Freshman was already settled. Other than not really wanting to come out of her room, Freshman has been very likable so far. We even went out to Fiest Island together one night to make a bonfire with some other friends. That's more than the previous roommates!
Well less than two months in, the Freshman is now moving out. She came down to go into a nursing program and apparently didn't really do her homework. The program she was hoping to get into has a 3 year waiting period!! After finding this out she checked out programs back home and found out those only have a six-month waiting period....meaning she could be finished with that program before she even gets into the program down here! So the Freshman is calling it quits and moves out at the end of the month.
And so the search for the third roommate begins again. You'd think one of the 4 would have stuck! Some one asked me if I called Choir Girl, since we now had room...that would be like asking to get my ass chewed! No thank you. But if you know some one who needs a place.... :-)
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