Monday, December 3, 2012
I've been high-jacked....
So today I couldn't find my blog....yep that's right, I lost my own personal blog. In my small, sad defense....I haven't been on here a while. But while I was searching the zillions of possibilities I stumbled upon another MurphyGirl living a fabulous life in NY. Her blog is interactive, has pictures, video, music etc. She stole my name and my fabulous life. It's like identity theft in blog-world. How can the MurphyGirl of BM, North Carolina (just in case I have an online stalker, I like to limit the possibilities) compete with fabulous NY MurphyGirl talking about flirting with single men over mojitos. And her corporate job in the "pretty building"...her words, not mine.....I'm ticked. Plus she's ruined my blog entry for tonight. I've already been name-jacked.....my online business that no one buys anything from.......yep, someone stole that name too. How can I be original when I'm now in competition.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
MurphyGirl....Motivational Speaker??
So I just got a call....well, not just. A couple of hours ago...I've had to process it for a while. I'm shocked. I received a call from an organization in Asheville that deals with college age adults who are dealing with "mental illness" and bullying. I'm sure at this point you are wondering why they were calling me.....I sure was. Well, the person in charge has asked me to come speak to his group. After that invitation you could have probably heard crickets chirp...I was dead silent. Couple of things: I don't "speak" in public and where on earth did this person find me because it's not like I announce to the world that I'm well....me. But apparently I have some followers who are in the group who recommended me. Yep....when you air your hang-ups on Facebook the whole world does know.
So what to do....what to do. No money is involved....with a little cash on the table I could probably throw my crazy out there for the whole world to see. But then I thought about my goal for this year: Living A Life Without Fear. And that means stepping out of my comfort zone. So I said "yes".
Yes....Yes....Yes.....what was I thinking. I shouldn't be anyone's inspiration...I'm a hot mess. And what am I going to say. So I've been thinking about it. I've wrote down a few things. So I'm going to try it on those who know me best....my friends. Here goes....my tentative speech.
(envision throat clearing...and sweat beading on my forehead)
I thought I would start with introducing myself and my diagnosis.....while leaving out all references to poop. How long I've dealt with my disorder and how I deal with it. I'm boring myself.
Ok...time to get serious.
I've been diagnosed with Anxiety/Panic Disorder and Depression for 4 years. I have it...it doesn't have me. Once I accepted this truth...I've never looked back. Don't get me wrong...some days are easier than others......nights are worse than days.....and some days I don't think I'll make it. But I always do. I made the decision this year that I wasn't going to let my "mental illness" stop me from doing anything. I have a bucket list that I'm crossing items off of...some are silly and some are hard. When I was first diagnosed I found myself questioning my beliefs and my God....I couldn't imagine why He did this to me. I blamed Him. I felt my faith slipping away. I couldn't imagine what I could have possibly done to deserve this punishment....I had always been so good. Oddly enough one of my biggest sources of panic/anxiety is going to church...alone. I started seeing a Christian counselor and she helped me see that I wasn't being punished. And I made peace with God. I used to say that when I got to Heaven I was going to ask Him....why??? But now when i sit at His feet...I'm going to thank Him for giving me this disorder.
I know....how could I possibly thank Him for something that causes me such pain and heartache. It's simple really.....He created me this way for a reason. I can either accept it and live life the best way I can or I can be miserable...and what good is that going to do. So that's what I'm doing...I'm thanking God for creating me this way. He's taught me strength....you can't handle some of the stuff I deal with without strength. I overthink alot of situations....I push people away because I convince myself I've done something to hurt them or upset them. I'm self-conscious....I worry alot. I have no self-esteem. But I also push myself alot. I push myself to go outside my comfort zones. So far this year....I embarked on a new career: got licensed to sell insurance, I'm currently taking a tax preparation course and at the beginning of next year I'm going to real estate school. My "mental illness" isn't going to stop me from living a full life. It has it's challenges. Like my aversion to puking, and Walmart. Fluorescent lights and bright shiny floors aren't friends to an anxiety sufferer...neither are oddly patterned carpets....brings on an attack everytime. I worry about being alone for the rest of my life. It will probably take a special man to love me....or even like me. I'm a fretter, a worrier. I jump to the biggest and worst possible conclusion ever. But this is me...this is who I was born to be....and I was bullied in school for being overweight. Yeah, I have curves....alot of curves....but I prefer to think that I have curves to protect my big heart....a heart that loves animals and babies. A heart that goes out to others who suffer from mental illness......
Some of the most brilliant minds are the most fragile.
So....that's it....I'll probably add a little more but what do you think friends....family....countrymen??? Do you think I'll help these people?? Or cause them more stress??
So what to do....what to do. No money is involved....with a little cash on the table I could probably throw my crazy out there for the whole world to see. But then I thought about my goal for this year: Living A Life Without Fear. And that means stepping out of my comfort zone. So I said "yes".
Yes....Yes....Yes.....what was I thinking. I shouldn't be anyone's inspiration...I'm a hot mess. And what am I going to say. So I've been thinking about it. I've wrote down a few things. So I'm going to try it on those who know me best....my friends. Here goes....my tentative speech.
(envision throat clearing...and sweat beading on my forehead)
I thought I would start with introducing myself and my diagnosis.....while leaving out all references to poop. How long I've dealt with my disorder and how I deal with it. I'm boring myself.
Ok...time to get serious.
I've been diagnosed with Anxiety/Panic Disorder and Depression for 4 years. I have it...it doesn't have me. Once I accepted this truth...I've never looked back. Don't get me wrong...some days are easier than others......nights are worse than days.....and some days I don't think I'll make it. But I always do. I made the decision this year that I wasn't going to let my "mental illness" stop me from doing anything. I have a bucket list that I'm crossing items off of...some are silly and some are hard. When I was first diagnosed I found myself questioning my beliefs and my God....I couldn't imagine why He did this to me. I blamed Him. I felt my faith slipping away. I couldn't imagine what I could have possibly done to deserve this punishment....I had always been so good. Oddly enough one of my biggest sources of panic/anxiety is going to church...alone. I started seeing a Christian counselor and she helped me see that I wasn't being punished. And I made peace with God. I used to say that when I got to Heaven I was going to ask Him....why??? But now when i sit at His feet...I'm going to thank Him for giving me this disorder.
I know....how could I possibly thank Him for something that causes me such pain and heartache. It's simple really.....He created me this way for a reason. I can either accept it and live life the best way I can or I can be miserable...and what good is that going to do. So that's what I'm doing...I'm thanking God for creating me this way. He's taught me strength....you can't handle some of the stuff I deal with without strength. I overthink alot of situations....I push people away because I convince myself I've done something to hurt them or upset them. I'm self-conscious....I worry alot. I have no self-esteem. But I also push myself alot. I push myself to go outside my comfort zones. So far this year....I embarked on a new career: got licensed to sell insurance, I'm currently taking a tax preparation course and at the beginning of next year I'm going to real estate school. My "mental illness" isn't going to stop me from living a full life. It has it's challenges. Like my aversion to puking, and Walmart. Fluorescent lights and bright shiny floors aren't friends to an anxiety sufferer...neither are oddly patterned carpets....brings on an attack everytime. I worry about being alone for the rest of my life. It will probably take a special man to love me....or even like me. I'm a fretter, a worrier. I jump to the biggest and worst possible conclusion ever. But this is me...this is who I was born to be....and I was bullied in school for being overweight. Yeah, I have curves....alot of curves....but I prefer to think that I have curves to protect my big heart....a heart that loves animals and babies. A heart that goes out to others who suffer from mental illness......
Some of the most brilliant minds are the most fragile.
So....that's it....I'll probably add a little more but what do you think friends....family....countrymen??? Do you think I'll help these people?? Or cause them more stress??
Friday, October 12, 2012
Tears
"Looking back I see that I was always afraid of something: of the dark, of displeasing people, of failure. Anything I accomplished had to be done across a barrier of fear."--Eleanor Roosevelt
Did you know that studies show that if you are someone who experiences more than the average amount of anxiety, you are full of potential for greatness. Anxious people have above average intelligence. They are highly creative with a fabulous imagination. They are detail-oriented and analytical. These are wonderful traits that can make you extremely successful and enable you to accomplish great things. But anxious people tend to use their attributes to scare themselves. They overanalyze and use their creativity to envision the worst possible traits.
What would I do differently if I weren't afraid to fail or to succeed? What if I weren't afraid to take chances or to even embarrass myself a little? Would I be married with 2.5 adorable kids- married to the perfect husband living in a gray house with a red door?? Would I be CEO of a fortune 500 company?? Would I be mayor?
Will I ever know these things?? Or will I just be the girl that every man uses but no man wants? The girl that curls up in corners and sobs?? The girl that scratches holes in her skin? The girl that forgets which medicine to take? The girl who loses things? The girl that cares far too much for people in her life in regards to what she gets back in return?? The fragile girl? The fat girl? The snooty girl?
There are days when I thank God for giving me the "gift of anxiety" because it has made me stronger, tougher, braver......but on the other hand.....some days I blame Him. In the midst of an attack....I find myself thinking "what did I ever do to deserve this....and why did You do this to me. I'm a good person. I love animals. I would give people the clothes off my back and all the money I had if they needed it. Why was I chosen to fight panic and anxiety??? Why??". After the attack when I'm so exhausted I can't even move....because it feels like you've fought a small battle at Gettysburg after an attack. Your muscles hurt...you've cried every tear you can cry...you've made a scene like Lindsay Lohan in Hollywood.....at this moment you realize that you are strong enough to fight the battle. When I meet Him in Heaven one day He will tell me why I was chosen.....chosen to take on anxiety and panic head-first. Chosen to prove to those people around me that I have a major disorder that some people are ashamed of but I prefer to tell EVERYONE....and laugh about it. Chosen to keep on going when it just seems to get harder. I was chosen to be this way.....and this way I will be.
Did you know that studies show that if you are someone who experiences more than the average amount of anxiety, you are full of potential for greatness. Anxious people have above average intelligence. They are highly creative with a fabulous imagination. They are detail-oriented and analytical. These are wonderful traits that can make you extremely successful and enable you to accomplish great things. But anxious people tend to use their attributes to scare themselves. They overanalyze and use their creativity to envision the worst possible traits.
What would I do differently if I weren't afraid to fail or to succeed? What if I weren't afraid to take chances or to even embarrass myself a little? Would I be married with 2.5 adorable kids- married to the perfect husband living in a gray house with a red door?? Would I be CEO of a fortune 500 company?? Would I be mayor?
Will I ever know these things?? Or will I just be the girl that every man uses but no man wants? The girl that curls up in corners and sobs?? The girl that scratches holes in her skin? The girl that forgets which medicine to take? The girl who loses things? The girl that cares far too much for people in her life in regards to what she gets back in return?? The fragile girl? The fat girl? The snooty girl?
There are days when I thank God for giving me the "gift of anxiety" because it has made me stronger, tougher, braver......but on the other hand.....some days I blame Him. In the midst of an attack....I find myself thinking "what did I ever do to deserve this....and why did You do this to me. I'm a good person. I love animals. I would give people the clothes off my back and all the money I had if they needed it. Why was I chosen to fight panic and anxiety??? Why??". After the attack when I'm so exhausted I can't even move....because it feels like you've fought a small battle at Gettysburg after an attack. Your muscles hurt...you've cried every tear you can cry...you've made a scene like Lindsay Lohan in Hollywood.....at this moment you realize that you are strong enough to fight the battle. When I meet Him in Heaven one day He will tell me why I was chosen.....chosen to take on anxiety and panic head-first. Chosen to prove to those people around me that I have a major disorder that some people are ashamed of but I prefer to tell EVERYONE....and laugh about it. Chosen to keep on going when it just seems to get harder. I was chosen to be this way.....and this way I will be.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
The Meltdown
Well, it's happened. My first panic attack....a panic attack to beat all others....at my new job.
And I was all alone...with customers. It's been so long since I've had an attack of this magnitude. This attack was like one of my "before I was diagnosed" attacks.
I will admit....I should have seen this coming. We've had turnover at my new job. I'm the "seasoned" employee. I'm working 2 part time jobs and taking a night class (3 nights a week). I haven't been sleeping well. And some upsetting things are happening in my life right now. Should have seen it coming. But it's like stopping on the train tracks to tie your shoe and looking up to see a train barrelling toward you. By the time it hits.....it is too late.
Today I was helping a couple, when my right hand (the hand I write with) went completely numb....couldn't move my fingers...couldn't type. I stayed calm and started typing with my left hand. Then my face started going numb on the left side....my mouth dried out completely....I was sweating buckets. My hair was literally dripping wet. All 3 phone lines were ringing...people were in the lobby. And unlike my previous job, I was all alone. There was no one there to step in for me...to handle the customer while I tried to get the situation under control. My breathing became very labored. Now for the record...the customers were so consumed with their own issues that I don't think they even noticed I was struggling. I started seeing "floaters" out of my eyes. I couldn't move from my chair....my medicine was in another room....but I was terrified to stand up.
How do you explain to customers that you are fighting the urge to tear at your skin...to scratch yourself till you bleed. To cause yourself pain to ease the emotional roller coaster going on inside you. It felt like millions of bees were stinging my skin. My mind was going blank. My stomach was cramping....my toes were cramping. I was trying not to fight "it"--"it" being the panic attack because the more you fight it...the worse it can get. I really didn't think it could get worse. I should have seen this coming. I should have been prepared. I've been having a lot of stress lately and I've ignored the warning signs that full meltdown was imminent. I started getting dizzy. It sounded like all the noises around me were getting fainter.
I don't know how I made it through that customer....I don't even remember what I said or what they did. After they left I managed to get to my medicine, which I had to open the bottle with my teeth because my hands were completely numb by that point.......and I helped the next customer.
All without them knowing....that inside I was on an emotional roller coaster. You never really know what anxiety is until you experience it....you look and act perfectly normal in most cases. Now tonight I'm exhausted...every muscle in my body hurts.
Anxiety is scary. It makes you feel very lonely. It makes you wish you couldn't feel. Panic feels like it lasts for hours...but really it's only seconds or minutes.
I made it through today.....without my paper bag to keep from hyperventilating, without scratching my skin to pieces and without tears. I guess that's progress. But why do I feel like I'm regressing. I've been disappointed a lot lately. Saddened by others.
And I was all alone...with customers. It's been so long since I've had an attack of this magnitude. This attack was like one of my "before I was diagnosed" attacks.
I will admit....I should have seen this coming. We've had turnover at my new job. I'm the "seasoned" employee. I'm working 2 part time jobs and taking a night class (3 nights a week). I haven't been sleeping well. And some upsetting things are happening in my life right now. Should have seen it coming. But it's like stopping on the train tracks to tie your shoe and looking up to see a train barrelling toward you. By the time it hits.....it is too late.
Today I was helping a couple, when my right hand (the hand I write with) went completely numb....couldn't move my fingers...couldn't type. I stayed calm and started typing with my left hand. Then my face started going numb on the left side....my mouth dried out completely....I was sweating buckets. My hair was literally dripping wet. All 3 phone lines were ringing...people were in the lobby. And unlike my previous job, I was all alone. There was no one there to step in for me...to handle the customer while I tried to get the situation under control. My breathing became very labored. Now for the record...the customers were so consumed with their own issues that I don't think they even noticed I was struggling. I started seeing "floaters" out of my eyes. I couldn't move from my chair....my medicine was in another room....but I was terrified to stand up.
How do you explain to customers that you are fighting the urge to tear at your skin...to scratch yourself till you bleed. To cause yourself pain to ease the emotional roller coaster going on inside you. It felt like millions of bees were stinging my skin. My mind was going blank. My stomach was cramping....my toes were cramping. I was trying not to fight "it"--"it" being the panic attack because the more you fight it...the worse it can get. I really didn't think it could get worse. I should have seen this coming. I should have been prepared. I've been having a lot of stress lately and I've ignored the warning signs that full meltdown was imminent. I started getting dizzy. It sounded like all the noises around me were getting fainter.
I don't know how I made it through that customer....I don't even remember what I said or what they did. After they left I managed to get to my medicine, which I had to open the bottle with my teeth because my hands were completely numb by that point.......and I helped the next customer.
All without them knowing....that inside I was on an emotional roller coaster. You never really know what anxiety is until you experience it....you look and act perfectly normal in most cases. Now tonight I'm exhausted...every muscle in my body hurts.
Anxiety is scary. It makes you feel very lonely. It makes you wish you couldn't feel. Panic feels like it lasts for hours...but really it's only seconds or minutes.
I made it through today.....without my paper bag to keep from hyperventilating, without scratching my skin to pieces and without tears. I guess that's progress. But why do I feel like I'm regressing. I've been disappointed a lot lately. Saddened by others.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
The Rant
I have so much to say tonight. I want to rant and rave. I want to pitch a big ol' hissy fit.
But I'm tired. I don't want to type. And I don't want to use what little energy I have to gripe on here about people that have really been working my last nerve....because after all this blog is about me..and my problems...not the myriad of problems I have to listen to all day from my friends. I'm tired of being supportive...I'm tired of being the one to send "just thinking of you" cards (when is someone going to send me a flipping card)...I'm tired of remembering the birthdays, anniversaries and children's names. I'm tired of being thoughtful and compassionate. Where does it get you. Nowhere...but bitter.
I've held some of this in for months because I didn't want to hurt other people...but you know what...this is my blog and I'm going to say what I want so get ready.
It should have been me up there...I'm less weird. It should have been me.
I'm tired of listening to how bad your husband is and how miserable he makes you..leave his butt and stop talking about it. I hate how you talk over top of me and only talk about your problems. You always call me at the most inconvenient time and then continuously call if I don't answer. I hate how you have changed for him. And he doesn't even care. I hate how you changed completely and you haven't even noticed. It should have been me. I hate that I go out of my way to be there for everybody but no one does that for me. It should have been me. You are trashy and I'm classy but you are never alone (ok...so this rant isn't my classiest moment but I need to get it off my chest). I hate that my family is a freaking mess. I hate that I harbor ill feelings towards my own brother. I hate that we were born into dysfunction. I regret the things I haven't done. I feel like I've wasted so much precious time. I want more. It should have been me. I care too much. I love to hard. Life isn't fair. When I'm in a bad way and need someone none of you ever answer. And you....you couldn't get enough of me. I was all you needed and now...I'm an afterthought. And you....we were best friends for 10 years...and you lied and betrayed me time after time and now...I'm an afterthought. And you...I adored your kids..sent them gifts and you never thanked me...you never acknowledged them.
I'm just tired of being the one that is always there. Just once I want to say..remember me. Remember me...the crazy one. Think about how I may feel. Think about what you say before you say it. And you..sometimes I just want to talk to you....talk about me that is...not about you. Like it used to be before. When I was fresh and new. It should have been me.
But it wasn't and now I'm good. I'm done. It's off my chest and it's over. This rant was a conglomerate of about 30 different people so don't think it was you or you.....or maybe it was. You'll never know. I'm good. I'm less tired. I'm free.
It should have been me.
But I'm tired. I don't want to type. And I don't want to use what little energy I have to gripe on here about people that have really been working my last nerve....because after all this blog is about me..and my problems...not the myriad of problems I have to listen to all day from my friends. I'm tired of being supportive...I'm tired of being the one to send "just thinking of you" cards (when is someone going to send me a flipping card)...I'm tired of remembering the birthdays, anniversaries and children's names. I'm tired of being thoughtful and compassionate. Where does it get you. Nowhere...but bitter.
I've held some of this in for months because I didn't want to hurt other people...but you know what...this is my blog and I'm going to say what I want so get ready.
It should have been me up there...I'm less weird. It should have been me.
I'm tired of listening to how bad your husband is and how miserable he makes you..leave his butt and stop talking about it. I hate how you talk over top of me and only talk about your problems. You always call me at the most inconvenient time and then continuously call if I don't answer. I hate how you have changed for him. And he doesn't even care. I hate how you changed completely and you haven't even noticed. It should have been me. I hate that I go out of my way to be there for everybody but no one does that for me. It should have been me. You are trashy and I'm classy but you are never alone (ok...so this rant isn't my classiest moment but I need to get it off my chest). I hate that my family is a freaking mess. I hate that I harbor ill feelings towards my own brother. I hate that we were born into dysfunction. I regret the things I haven't done. I feel like I've wasted so much precious time. I want more. It should have been me. I care too much. I love to hard. Life isn't fair. When I'm in a bad way and need someone none of you ever answer. And you....you couldn't get enough of me. I was all you needed and now...I'm an afterthought. And you....we were best friends for 10 years...and you lied and betrayed me time after time and now...I'm an afterthought. And you...I adored your kids..sent them gifts and you never thanked me...you never acknowledged them.
I'm just tired of being the one that is always there. Just once I want to say..remember me. Remember me...the crazy one. Think about how I may feel. Think about what you say before you say it. And you..sometimes I just want to talk to you....talk about me that is...not about you. Like it used to be before. When I was fresh and new. It should have been me.
But it wasn't and now I'm good. I'm done. It's off my chest and it's over. This rant was a conglomerate of about 30 different people so don't think it was you or you.....or maybe it was. You'll never know. I'm good. I'm less tired. I'm free.
It should have been me.
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Dating Advice
I swore I would never attend another "speed dating" event EVER....you know since the last time my two top picks were my cousin and the guy from high school "who had always thought I was really pretty if only I hadn't been such a snot". But apparently there's a new Speed Dating Organization in town...Susan Reinhardt did an article about it on Sunday....if Susan gives it her approval....I probably should try it. She included some "Tips" from the organizers....of what you shouldn't do since you only have 7 minutes with each potential serial killer. #1...don't talk about pets (could be a deal breaker for non-animal lovers)....Could be a deal breaker for me...I love my dog more than I like most people. #2...don't talk about religion. #3...don't talk about politics. #4..stay away from your job if it involves selling (there goes my sales pitch for State Farm). The one they emphasized TO talk about is what you do for fun.
So I told my dear old best friend that I was going to do this one last time. I showed her the article with the times...they conveniently break it up into 3 age groups. She thinks I should hit all 3 to "up my chances". She decided we should have a practice run of what I should say...it went a little something like this.....
Her (being Mr. Right): So, what do you do for fun?
Me (probably wishing I was having a rectal exam with a pitchfork): I like to read true crime/mystery books, do crossword puzzles and watch TruTv.
Her (being my best friend).....YOU CANT SAY THAT....you sound psychotic.
Me: Well, I can't say I like to run marathons and work out....I think they'll pick up on it.
Her (clearly having lost her mind): Well, let's just work on some new hobbies for you
Me: I'm not going to make up stuff to find a man....cause then what am I going to do when he wants me to go to whatever crazy thing you want me to say.
Her: We are just going to make you seem a little less boring.
Me: Gee, thanks.
Her: (Take 2): So, what do you do for fun?
Me: I like Nascar and the WWE and crossword puzzles and buttons.
Her: Better....but a little too redneck. What if there are businessmen there?
Me: I like Nascar, the WWE, crossword puzzles and the Wall Street Journal.
Her: Don't be a smart aleck.
Me: I shouldn't have to make up hobbies. If "he's" the one...in that 7 minutes that I'm sure I'll make a glowing first impression in....he won't care that i'm a little bit redneck and a little bit girly with a side of the macabre.
She: (Enormous eye rolling and a loud sigh)
At this point she turned to me and said ....."above all else Angie....just remember these few things"
1. Don't talk about your poop. Not the shape, color, size or consistency. Don't mention anything about your bathroom issues. (For the record....I wouldn't have)
2. Think before you speak...I mean really think about what you say. Do you hear me....think!!
(OK)
3. Do NOT mention anything about SNAPPED, TRUtv or 48 Hours Mystery.
4. Leave all anti-bacterial swabs, towelettes, bottles, sprays and lotions in the car. (I don't have towelettes-and cleanliness is a VIRTUE).
5. Be yourself but jazz it up a little. (Jazz it up a little.......)
Well......now that I've had that pep talk I'm ready to hit the ground running.
Nothing like a best friend to tell the truth and NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH.
So I told my dear old best friend that I was going to do this one last time. I showed her the article with the times...they conveniently break it up into 3 age groups. She thinks I should hit all 3 to "up my chances". She decided we should have a practice run of what I should say...it went a little something like this.....
Her (being Mr. Right): So, what do you do for fun?
Me (probably wishing I was having a rectal exam with a pitchfork): I like to read true crime/mystery books, do crossword puzzles and watch TruTv.
Her (being my best friend).....YOU CANT SAY THAT....you sound psychotic.
Me: Well, I can't say I like to run marathons and work out....I think they'll pick up on it.
Her (clearly having lost her mind): Well, let's just work on some new hobbies for you
Me: I'm not going to make up stuff to find a man....cause then what am I going to do when he wants me to go to whatever crazy thing you want me to say.
Her: We are just going to make you seem a little less boring.
Me: Gee, thanks.
Her: (Take 2): So, what do you do for fun?
Me: I like Nascar and the WWE and crossword puzzles and buttons.
Her: Better....but a little too redneck. What if there are businessmen there?
Me: I like Nascar, the WWE, crossword puzzles and the Wall Street Journal.
Her: Don't be a smart aleck.
Me: I shouldn't have to make up hobbies. If "he's" the one...in that 7 minutes that I'm sure I'll make a glowing first impression in....he won't care that i'm a little bit redneck and a little bit girly with a side of the macabre.
She: (Enormous eye rolling and a loud sigh)
At this point she turned to me and said ....."above all else Angie....just remember these few things"
1. Don't talk about your poop. Not the shape, color, size or consistency. Don't mention anything about your bathroom issues. (For the record....I wouldn't have)
2. Think before you speak...I mean really think about what you say. Do you hear me....think!!
(OK)
3. Do NOT mention anything about SNAPPED, TRUtv or 48 Hours Mystery.
4. Leave all anti-bacterial swabs, towelettes, bottles, sprays and lotions in the car. (I don't have towelettes-and cleanliness is a VIRTUE).
5. Be yourself but jazz it up a little. (Jazz it up a little.......)
Well......now that I've had that pep talk I'm ready to hit the ground running.
Nothing like a best friend to tell the truth and NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
September Smiles........
DISCLAIMER.....remember I tell the truth, the whole truth and the blunt truth. I am not knocking my former employer...I'm still a loyal patron of the institution and still refer customers to them. What I have to say is about me not THEM.
Ok, now that that is out of the way.
Usually spring is a time of new beginnings but for me....it seems like September is. 4 years ago today I went to my first psychiatrist appointment for my anxiety disorder and was put out on a 3 month leave of absence. But I've talked enough about my cheese sliding off my cracker. I want to talk about what happened 1 year ago today.
1 year ago today I was at work at an unnamed place of business staring out the window at....well, another unnamed business... when it occurred to me that I couldn't do THIS anymore. By THIS I mean the job. It physically made me sick. I dreaded the whole 7.75 hours I was there. I had been beat down by management, been given broken promises, taken the blame for things that others did.....but I was the top performer, the best sales person, the "glue" that held it all together. And I'm not bragging...it was the truth. My parents have given me alot of things I could do without...insecurity, anxiety, etc....but they gave me a wonderful work ethic. I had seen them stay at jobs for years so that's what I thought I was supposed to do....unlike my unnamed sibling who has had more jobs than I have had dates (probably not my best or most flattering analogy but gets the point across). I had been at this job since I graduated college....13 years. Well, a year ago....I stood up....walked across the lobby and said the words that literally changed my life......"I quit". Now I would like to say they begged me to stay....but they didn't. And what happened later that day was not pleasant so I'm not getting into that....but I got the best part... freedom. When I left that place...I was so nervous...."what had I done"....I didn't have a job....."how am I going to pay my car payment"...."how am I going to pay for my medicine". I threw my Halloween decorations in my trunk (don't ask) and off my Honda went on a new adventure. The first adventure was a free trip to Hilton Head with my mom....after that week I faced the reality of being unemployed. During my 6 months of early "retirement" I worked at the bookstore and a jewelry store.....sold all of my seasonal decor (I decided I didn't want anything to remind me of my time THERE)....sold all kinds of stuff. I survived. Flash forward to today......I'm a star performer at State Farm....don't laugh it's totally true. I'm a natural at sales. I could sale ice to an Eskimo. I still work at the bookstore and the jewelry store. I have a thriving pet baby-sitting business....thriving is a little strong...but I watch the neighbors half dead 50 lb cat. I deserve a medal of honor for that because I don't like any animal that poops in the house. I'm starting H&R Block's tax preparation school in 2 weeks to be an authorized tax preparer....to better learn how to do my own taxes and then hopefully I can do taxes at night at H&R Block. And did I mention I'm thinking of real estate school??? And don't forget "Cute As A Button"...my online store of crafty cuteness. And I'm the Treasurer/Collections Officer of the neighborhood POA. I'm seeing what is out there.....playing the field, so to speak, on the job front. Making myself more hireable by being more knowledgeable.
I say all this today because a friend of mine followed in my footsteps and took a giant leap of faith...and quit her job of many, many years. And she is definitely the "glue" that holds it all together. But she's doing it for herself and that's what matters. I know she's scared and nervous. She has a family.....I still smooze off the Murphys....I had backup if Lizard Lick Towing showed up at my door to repo my car. She choose happiness over security.....and take it from me, my friend...it's the best way to go. Bravo!!!!
Ok, now that that is out of the way.
Usually spring is a time of new beginnings but for me....it seems like September is. 4 years ago today I went to my first psychiatrist appointment for my anxiety disorder and was put out on a 3 month leave of absence. But I've talked enough about my cheese sliding off my cracker. I want to talk about what happened 1 year ago today.
1 year ago today I was at work at an unnamed place of business staring out the window at....well, another unnamed business... when it occurred to me that I couldn't do THIS anymore. By THIS I mean the job. It physically made me sick. I dreaded the whole 7.75 hours I was there. I had been beat down by management, been given broken promises, taken the blame for things that others did.....but I was the top performer, the best sales person, the "glue" that held it all together. And I'm not bragging...it was the truth. My parents have given me alot of things I could do without...insecurity, anxiety, etc....but they gave me a wonderful work ethic. I had seen them stay at jobs for years so that's what I thought I was supposed to do....unlike my unnamed sibling who has had more jobs than I have had dates (probably not my best or most flattering analogy but gets the point across). I had been at this job since I graduated college....13 years. Well, a year ago....I stood up....walked across the lobby and said the words that literally changed my life......"I quit". Now I would like to say they begged me to stay....but they didn't. And what happened later that day was not pleasant so I'm not getting into that....but I got the best part... freedom. When I left that place...I was so nervous...."what had I done"....I didn't have a job....."how am I going to pay my car payment"...."how am I going to pay for my medicine". I threw my Halloween decorations in my trunk (don't ask) and off my Honda went on a new adventure. The first adventure was a free trip to Hilton Head with my mom....after that week I faced the reality of being unemployed. During my 6 months of early "retirement" I worked at the bookstore and a jewelry store.....sold all of my seasonal decor (I decided I didn't want anything to remind me of my time THERE)....sold all kinds of stuff. I survived. Flash forward to today......I'm a star performer at State Farm....don't laugh it's totally true. I'm a natural at sales. I could sale ice to an Eskimo. I still work at the bookstore and the jewelry store. I have a thriving pet baby-sitting business....thriving is a little strong...but I watch the neighbors half dead 50 lb cat. I deserve a medal of honor for that because I don't like any animal that poops in the house. I'm starting H&R Block's tax preparation school in 2 weeks to be an authorized tax preparer....to better learn how to do my own taxes and then hopefully I can do taxes at night at H&R Block. And did I mention I'm thinking of real estate school??? And don't forget "Cute As A Button"...my online store of crafty cuteness. And I'm the Treasurer/Collections Officer of the neighborhood POA. I'm seeing what is out there.....playing the field, so to speak, on the job front. Making myself more hireable by being more knowledgeable.
I say all this today because a friend of mine followed in my footsteps and took a giant leap of faith...and quit her job of many, many years. And she is definitely the "glue" that holds it all together. But she's doing it for herself and that's what matters. I know she's scared and nervous. She has a family.....I still smooze off the Murphys....I had backup if Lizard Lick Towing showed up at my door to repo my car. She choose happiness over security.....and take it from me, my friend...it's the best way to go. Bravo!!!!
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