You know I realize that we live in the times of Jackass and The Girls Next Door and Bret Michaels trying to find a wife on VH1, but you know it still pisses me off when people around me have no tact.

I’ve been working out a week’s notice at my employer, and today – on my last day – I come in to find that there are four interviews today for my job. Nice. I’ve busted my ass for this boss, taken all kinds of unjustified criticism, been yelled at because other people misfiled pleadings and documents and entire files and still I’ve been here and worked as hard as I did on Day one.

All week I sensed he was trying to get back at me for leaving. Something has been brewing underneath the surface while everyone was giving me sideways glances, mad because they don’t get to leave this place too.

Isn’t it sad when you start a job as hopeful as you can because you think this job will be great and shortly after you start working there you realize what a hell-hole you’ve just joined up with? I know why people quit without notice because of this place now. I’ve held my tongue and always conducted myself like a professional I thought and I just think this is tactless.

I’ve worked on their websites, started one up for them when his wife became terminally ill that he uses everyday to convey well wishes to his wife and share with them her struggles, I’ve worked overtime, designed fliers and brochures, worked at home, come up on the weekends, cared about the clients and their struggles, remembered their names and their kids and done the best job I think anyone could do.

And this is the thanks I get. No “thank you for working your ass off for me”, no “We enjoyed having you here”. No “we’re happy you found something you’re excited about..” Nope. Just four interviews scheduled on my last day like I never gave this place my all.

I feel like I’m emerging from the trenches with the flag of my enemy clutched in my bloody, bruised hand at last, victorious and glad to be alive having survived this.

Good Luck! Wish You Well! Peace!

One of the things I think about with this 30th birthday coming up is that birthdays are sometimes difficult. When you ask a woman how her 30th birthday was there’s always this look you get like they wanna scream or something. I don’t care about 30.

I look at my son and I think about the things I was dealing with at that age and I’m proud that his childhood is so.incredibly.normal. That, makes me tear up, having been able to provide a good life to him. A life where he doesn’t do without, doesn’t go hungry and gets the love, attention and discipline that he needs.

I try not to bitch about life and just expect it to change while I sit idly by watching the world spin. That’s just not for me. Fortunately, the few things about my life that I would change, I am changing.

I wouldn’t say I’m a big mover and shaker in the world, but when I get to a point of complacency I tend to notice it and grow increasingly impatient until I am able to affect change to my situation. Recently I returned to school; a perfect example of me getting bored and complacent and ultimately recognizing it for what it was and getting back on the ball.

Strangely though, and this is what is most remarkable even to me when I look back, ten years ago I was a very different person..very different. I didn’t know what I wanted out of life, where I was going or why. I just knew that I still hadn’t found what I was looking for, whatever that was. But I think I’m really close now.

I never would have thought that all those little changes over the years in myself, my goals and my habits and even my style would amount to what’s before you today.

Things that were different about me ten years ago:

I wore my hair chin length and curly.
I wore glasses, never contacts.
My wardrobe was jeans and tshirts.
I delivered pizza for a living.

And now:

I wear my hair long, past my shoulders, mid back and straight.
I wear contacts except at night.
I dress business casual, sometimes dressy (much more stylish IMO).
I am (for a few more days) a Legal Assistant (making twice what I did delivering pizza).

Thanks for the memories!