Riddle me this…
I bought 3 red heart yarns. Same style, weight and everything. Only thing different, color.
I am making a Mickey blanket for my nephew. It’s turning out wonderfully. Since I am using 3 strands of yarn together, it is thick and soft.
However, as I am crocheting, I notice the yellow and black are much closer to empty than the red! How does this happen?
Now I have to get more black and yellow. Of course the good sale is now over. Darn yarn! #crocheterproblems
5. Everytime you see or talk to loved ones they ask how it is going. Have you found anything yet?
Yes, and I just didn’t care enough to inform you that I got a job and moved across the state. And then, every time without fail, ‘I am sure something will come along soon. It will all work out.’ I know they mean well, but when I hear this, I want to bang my head against a wall. I still have hope that I will get a job, or else I would not be spending hours creating cover letters and searching. However, hearing from someone who has a job and can afford to put gas in their car, this makes me feel awful and belittled.
4. The hours of searching for maybe 2 or if I am really lucky 3 jobs that I am qualified for and stand a chance to get a interview. The advice I have always gotten is to ‘just apply’, you never know. However, when a job description is asking for 7+ years of experience and I only have 2, it is a waste of time to apply for both me and the company. That time can be spent finding a job I am qualified for.
3. Creating custom resume and cover letters just to have a form to fill out with everything that is ALREADY covered in the resume and cover letter. Nothing makes me scream more, than uploading a cover letter and resume and preceding to the next page for a form on education, employment history, and references. Those applications take me over an hour to fill out when they probably only look at my resume anyway.
2. Not hearing back at all. In my field, organizations move slow. As in beyond glacier slow. I have had interviews where someone in the company tells me, I may not hear back from them for months. Usually, if I do not hear back after a month or two, I write off the application as uninterested. I have applied to 75+ jobs since November. I have only heard about from maybe 10. With leads me to #1…
1. Rejection letters! No one likes to be rejected. Although, I was super disappointed when I spent a good amount of time on an application only to be sent a rejection letter an hour later saying the job had been filled! Take it off the job search websites!!!
This is my reminder to all 3 of my followers, fire safety is important! Go check those batteries in your smoke detectors! Go now, I’ll wait.
This morning, the cats’ water dish was unplugged. The cats think this is THE END OF THE WORLD. Heaven forbid their water is not constantly flowing.
To plug it in, I have to bend down and put the plug around a desk in the corner of the kitchen. As I am doing this, I accidently hit an ancient fire extinguisher that proceeds to go off for about 5 seconds.
Did you know that if you do not properly maintain fire extinguishers they are useless? Apparently, no one told my mother this. It sprayed this horrible yellowish dust all over the kitchen! One of the cats freaks out and runs away (as we all should have). The other one gets curious and runs through the cloud of dust. She was really happy later when I had to chase her down and wipe her off. I had to unplug the water dish and clean it out, plus mop the floor. Just what I wanted to do when I first woke up!
So, there is a lesson in this. Make sure you get your fire extinguishers serviced! Do not just shove it in a corner and forget about it. Because I am not sure that yellow dust would be putting out any fires if need be.
On a non preachy note, here are my
rainbow cookies. It seemed like a fun thing to do for St. Patty’s day, since we did not have a shamrock cookie cutter. When I brought them out of the oven, my mom raised and eyebrow at me. Quick thinking, I said, “I changed my mind and made tie dye cookies instead!”
I wish I was better at blogging. By all appearance, I should be good at it.
I like writing. I am ok at writing (depending on which of my college professors you ask). I have hobbies and stories that others have blogged about. I follow lots of blogs, so I know what makes a good blog. I have the time to write. I’m always on the internet, so why not?
Yet… like knitting and sewing, I just don’t seem to be good at it. And, I know, practice makes prefect. So I tell myself everytime I try to sew and fail miserably. The more I do it, the better I will be. So I tell myself after the 200th job application. Failure only makes you want to work harder. So I tell myself after I received two job rejection letters within 2 hours of each other. It’s only temporary. So I tell myself when I have to turn down going out with my friends because I just can’t afford it. And so on…
I can’t help but wonder when failing is the end all-be all. We can’t all succeed in everything we set out to do, no matter if our parents tell us differently. What happens if the thing you set your heart on is just not possible? Oh look, now I’m being a Debbie Downer.
The world is full of stories of people who overcome all odds to do the impossible. Look at any athlete who attended the olympics. They all have stories of heroism. But for every athlete who was chosen to attend, there are 20 who were not chosen. Those people’s stories are rarely told, because somehow it is just so unAmerican. So, when we do fail at something, we cannot fathom it. How can we go on?
By telling ourselves that failure is only one stop on the way to our goal.
Yes, keep the hope alive. Always.
Anyway, so this is my long winded explanation to say, I am not a good blogger.
At work I have been writing about Social Norms. For some reason, I get gleeful looking up disrupting social norms. Like the video where the girl wears a prom dress to work out. It’s sociology at it’s finest.
I don’t think I run around breaking norms all the time. I stand the correct way in the elevator and eat turkey on Thanksgiving. I merge the Jersey way. I follow the norms pretty damn well.
Then, I start to think. Wait… I am single and the norm dictates I should be coupled or actively looking. I should be lonely.
I told my mom, “I think I am happier being single.”
“It’s just because you haven’t found the right man yet.”
This isn’t the first time I have heard this line. I don’t want kids, have never wanted my own kids. I have always been open to this fact. You know what I get told?
Yup. “It’s just because you haven’t found the right man yet.” Yes, I am going to meet someone who is going to give me a complete personality transplant so I can be in the norm!
Single Woman social norms:
- Always be on the lookout for a potential mate. He could be your best friend’s husband’s cousin or some random dude behind a bush.
- Hear your biological clock tick. Personally, I can’t wait until mine shuts up. I thought I bought the cheap clock battery.
- Gracefully deal with the ‘looks’ from your friends who are not single. Even when they are arguing with their significant other in front of you.
- Try not to groan when your family asks you if you are dating anyone. “No, I just haven’t met the right one yet. Maybe I need to move across the country again.”
- Go places alone and look miserable. Darn, if I was dating I could be sitting here at Barnes and Nobles being interrupted while I am trying to read my book. Poor me. My life is worthless.
- Know all to take out a Zombie, because when it is time, you will obviously have no one to watch your back.
Sometimes when you are poor, you have to make up your own therapy. Here’s mine. I tend to listen to Breakeven by the Script on repeat.
This is by far my favorite holiday. Memorial Day is fun, but summer isn’t quite there yet. Labor Day equals the end of summer. The Fourth of July though… Oh the 4th! It is smack in the middle of heat and humidity. It means fire and hot dogs and Marconi salad!and now this I am over 21, it also means beer.
I was away the last few fourths, in Arizona. Fireworks there are not the same because they need to be safe fireworks due to the high risk of forest fires. Which I completely understand. However, that’s not how I grew up and every summer day I was away from the east coast, I desperately missed the colors in the sky and loud booms.
There is one tradition I have not missed, no matter where I was living. And that is watching Independence Day. You know the 1996 movie with Jeff goldblum and will smith?! Favorite movie ever. Know every single line.
Now it’s usually on TV, so I don’t have to even get out my DVD. But I can’t find it on any channel this year! What is up with that? I mean they just said they are coming out with a second one (what took them so long? It’s going to be 20 years…), shouldn’t they want to promote?
I’m disappointed that I seem to be the only one who still loves this movie. Now I have to go find my DVD so I can keep up my tradition.
It’s currently on A&E, it was not forgotten.