On Friday morning, I was sexually harassed for a continuous 15 minutes as I walked into work.
This is my story.
My mornings are pretty much all the same. I wake up approximately 2 hours before work, drive to our free parking area around 30 minutes prior to the start of my shift, and then take a leisurely, 20- to 25-minute walk into downtown Nashville to my building. Now, I could pay for a monthly parking spot at a nearby lot, but I actually like the walk into the city. It gives me a solid 20 minutes of simply being by myself. I put my headphones in, play some music, and zen my way into the hustle and bustle of downtown Nashville without a single care in the world. Not only that, but I get some exercise at the start of my day, and I save $30-50 a month on parking.
I've been working at this job for around a month and a half now and have worked downtown prior to this job, and I've never had a single problem short of the mentally ill homeless people that frequent some of those area…
This is not a happy post. If you're seeking unicorns and butterflies, look elsewhere.
My depression is silent. Most are unaware of its existence because I'm moderately functional on the surface, and I am foolishly proud of myself in that regard. If I can convince others that I'm ok, then I'll be ok. Right?
You have it together.
You know yourself so well.
You're so confident!
You know what you want.
I've had the above and similar phrases spoken to me over the last decade, but let me tell you something... They're a load of shit.
Today, I came home to a bedroom that was in shambles. Empty pizza boxes, piles of clean and dirty laundry strewn about (don't ask me which were clean and which weren't; I've forgotten at this point), unwashed dishes, etc (the list ashamedly goes on), and it hit me all of the sudden that I haven't been taking care of myself or my surroundings.
It's a frustrating realization because earlier this year, I had been do…
This has been one hell of a year so far (for brilliant and horrendous reasons both), but we still have a few months left to knock it out of the ballpark.
I feel like the last 3 months of the year go the quickest. What with all the holidays (Halloween, my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years...) and end-of-year pushes, we really aren't given much time to take a step back and observe. It forces us to be in the moment, and time tends to slip through our fingers like that. That, I think, is both a good and a bad thing, but that's not what this post is about. Maybe I'll write about that later.
Last week, I let all of you know that I would, once again, be participating in National Novel Writing Month with hopes of getting back into my habit of Winning. I also informed you that I would be plotting out as much as possible over the month of October so I can be prepared (or at least have some sort of ballpark as to where my story…
This weekend, I had the privilege of watching the 2nd installment of the Kingsman franchise, Kingsman: The Golden Circle, directed by Matthew Vaughn.
IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS, DO NOT CONTINUE READING. K? K.
The sequel picks up shortly after the end of the first movie with Eggsy (Taron Egerton) engaging in a fast-paced car chase in which one of our villains is introduced. The character's face is vaguely familiar, and it turns out he's the spurned Kingsman applicant from the last movie - Charlie (Edward Horcroft, see right) - except he's missing an arm. Well, it's less missing than it is replaced by a shiny, metal one with bionic strength and such.
Within minutes of the chase's conclusion, Vaughn unceremoniously wipes out the majority of the characters we grew to love in the first movie (the loss of one character hit a whole lot harder than the others, but I'll leave that tidbit for when you watch).
We also find out that Charlie is reporting directly to our sup…
It's almost October, which can only mean 1 thing: NANOWRIMO IS COMING
Last year was a massive failure. I think I got maybe 10k words in, even less than that if memory serves.
To be fair, this time last year I was busy with nursing prerequisites (Anatomy & Physiology is no joke, guys), but I still feel like I could have cranked out at least half of the required 50k. But that's neither here nor there. It's a new year, and I will be writing come November. Woo!
In previous years, I've mostly been a pants-er, but I'm going to have a whirl at plotting this time around just to see if I get different results.
I'm also going to be rehashing a novel I've been writing for a while (I swear, I feel like I've been procrastinating writing this one for years now). I love the premise, I love the characters I've come up with, and it's high time I write it, even if it sucks.
I have a Novlr account and plan on using that all month long as well as beyond Novembe…
Not in the, "I need to find something to do for a minute while I wait for my pasta to finish boiling," sort of way. I'm bored in the, "oh my God, what am I doing with my life, you're just sitting there, not doing anything, and you need to do shit to get your life going but don't know how," sort of way.
It's probably my anxiety speaking, but I've reached a point at my current job where I've kind of hit my ceiling. I don't plan on being a Registered Dental Hygienist, a Registered Dental Assistant, or a Dentist, and there aren't really any leadership opportunities opening up for administrative staff. So I feel very stuck.
I crave more. More responsibility, more compensation, more challenge...
I just want... more.
It's a very strange way to feel and even stranger to describe. It almost makes me feel like a jerk. Oh, look at her, she's unhappy at a great job working for great people. Poor her.