Monday, March 26, 2012

Here we go again.

I lost my job this morning.

Obviously, it sucks because of the financial implications. However, I think it's a good thing. I'm ready to move on and find something new. Something amazing.

Even though I'm really excited about what this change will bring me, I have to admit that I'm a little frustrated to find myself back here again. I worked so hard and so long to find a job the last time this happened. I had really hoped that I wouldn't end up in that situation again. It's a hard thing to take.

I'm going to try really hard to not let this shake my confidence in myself. I know I'm good at what I do and I'll find a place that's right for me. PEP TALK!


Wednesday, February 01, 2012

Yes, I'm still here.

I'm normally pretty good about keeping in touch with my parents, especially now that I don't have laundry in my apartment. (Ha! What is this, college?) But every once in awhile, I'll get a little busy and will forget to call my mom or pop over for a visit. If a week goes by without my mom hearing from me, she starts to get worried. That's when I get the phone call. You know the one.

"Hi Sarah, it's mom. Just calling to make sure you're still alive!"

It's one of those things that makes me roll my eyes at her because GEEZ MOM, I'M AN ADULT. But at the same time, it's nice to know that she's still mom-ing me. It still doesn't stop me from returning her phone calls with, "Hey mom. Just calling to tell you I'm still alive."

That reminds me... I should probably do laundry this weekend.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

So it begins.

The time change hasn't even happened yet and I'm already feeling it, you guys. This happens every year. About a week before, I'll be sitting there when I'll suddenly feel like it is time for bed. Then I'll look at the clock and see that it's only 8pm and I'll be like, "UGHHH I HAVE TO STAY UP FOR SO MANY HOURS STILL. BEING 90 IS SO DIFFICULT." You know, because I'm actually 90. I've fooled you this entire time! Suckers.

ANYWAYS, this keeps happening throughout the week until the day it actually happens, at which point I am trying to go to bed at 4:30pm. But then the clock change finally happens and I wake up feeling HORRIBLE because I lost an hour of precious sleep. The first day is sort of okay, but it just seems to go downhill rapidly from that point. By the end of the week, I am basically a zombie. I am only capable of communicating in grunts and anything you say to me will cause me to either laugh hysterically or cry. There is no in-between. Just laugh or cry. Then suddenly it's the weekend again, so I sleep for like 12 years and I'm good to go.

It's going to be a pretty great two weeks, yo.

**EDIT** It has been pointed out that we actually gain an hour of sleep this time. I knew that, I think. Either way, this shifting of time makes my brain very confused! I'm still all messed up, whether we gain or lose an hour of sleep. You shouldn't be able to just move time like that. It's reckless!

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Pancakey goodness.

Lately, all I ever want to eat for dinner is pancakes. Is that weird? As a grownup, I understand that I can't really eat pancakes for dinner every night. Well, I could, but I shouldn't. Is there any way I could do this while still actually getting some legit nutrients? Like, what if I ate my pancakes with a side of broccoli? Would that make it better? It sort of seems like that would make it even more weird. 

Eating pancakes every day would be living the dream. The dream of a five year old who is a GENIUS.

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Everything's coming up Milhouse!

So I think I'm Milhouse. 

I'm serious! Stupid crap keeps happening to me, but then there's always some tiny positive thing to laugh about. Just like Milhouse. 

I lost my job, but then got to go on vacation for the first time in forever. I moved back home but then realized that meant my mom would cook for me. I finally got a job, but then my hours got cut, giving me 4 day weekends for the entire summer. My roommate is moving out, but still paying rent until the end of the year which means I have a few months to hang out in my underpants. 

Also, I get injured a lot. See? Milhouse! 

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

30. It's not so bad.

So, yeah. I totally turned 30. You know what? It wasn't bad at all.

I was having a chat about being in your 30s last night with a new friend, and we both agreed that 30 is so much better than 20. Sure, when you're 20 you get to mess around and have relatively few responsibilities. I mean, I had fun when I was 20, but it was also kind of crazy. When you're 20 you make lots of mistakes. By the time you're 30, you've learned how to avoid making most of those mistakes again.

When you're 30, you know what qualities you appreciate in others and can easily spot those qualities in people. You waste a lot less time on people who don't have any of the things you like in a person. You know so much more about how you react in certain situations. You have a better understanding of where you fit into the world. You can find your people and your places more easily. Your choices are more informed because most of the time you actually have past experiences to draw upon for reference.

Yeah, maybe my back problems are getting worse, but it's okay. I'm having a pretty great time being 30. (Though maybe you should ask me about this again in 6 months. I've only been 30 for about 2 weeks.)

Monday, July 04, 2011

Summer. It's kind of difficult.

I have mixed feelings about summer. I mean, I like the sunshine and all. But why does it have to be so damn HOT? Ugh. I am not lucky enough to be part of the percentage of the population who are in possession of those magical sweat glands that allow you to just walk around in moderate heat without melting into a puddle. No, I am a Sweaty Betty. I sweat all the damn time and it is NOT CUTE. My hair gets flat, my makeup melts off... it's just a bad scene, yo. I prefer cooler sunny days. The kind where you can get by with a light sweater and jeans.

In addition to being a sweaty mess, I am also terribly pale. My skin is pretty white, you guys. For someone like me, sunshine bespells doom. When I go outside, I prefer to be covered up. Pants, long sleeved sweater, light scarf. It protects me from the evils of UV rays and shit. But nooooo, when summer is here, I can't do that. It's just WAY too hot dress like that, so I have to wear summer clothes. Exposed shoulders! Bare legs! Trust me, that's not good for anyone. My legs are so white you can't look directly at them. This means I have to add another step to the process of getting ready, as I cover myself in SPF a million so I can go outside without burning my epidermis. It's kind of bullshit. I like it when I can just put it on my face (as I do every day) and cover the rest of me with clothing. It's just so much easier.

Summer is a lot of trouble, sometimes.