All my life, I've been one of those people who doesn't let others walk all over them, someone who says whether or not they're happy, someone who doesn't take any crap. Well, that has all changed since taking my job, and I'm not very happy about the change.
I feel like I have been "abused" at my job. I feel like I'm treated like someone who didn't graduate from college, someone who isn't supposed to be an accountant. I NEVER get to make any decisions, I NEVER get to put my two cents in, and if I do try and put my two cents in, I feel like my bosses choose to do EXACTLY the opposite. More days than not, I struggle with why I am even here since I'm just doing meaningless work. And by meaningless, I mean having EVERY single little thing I do nitpicked until it's not even close to what I started with.
Well, I was waiting until my husband found a job that he was enjoying, after all, he isn't even using his degree at his job, but I can't wait any longer. I am officially back out on the job market. Not officially, of course I have to keep my current job until said new job comes along, but still, I haven't looked at another job in over 1.5 years, but it's time.
I know one thing is for sure, I cannot do this for the rest of my life... and by this, I think I mean accounting.
Excuse me while I go scratch my lottery tickets :-)
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Thursday, May 27, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Oh Sure... Now You Want to Hear What I Have to Say...
I have a crazy side of the family. And no, I’m not exaggerating, they really are CRAZY. Joe often refuses to go over there, but sometimes I bite the bullet and go visit. It’s not my grandma’s fault that two of her three children are MESSED UP! And I mean that in the most loving way possible.
To preface my story, I need to tell you that at Christmas my husband and I were chastised because my husband bought me a Coach purse for Christmas and they couldn’t fathom spending that type of money on something so frivolous. Well that was the straw that broke the camel’s back for us. I work my ass off and if I want a freaking purse, then I am going to get a purse. I choose to stay at home on the weeknights and eat in. I also choose to pay my house payment so that we don’t potentially lose our house (both my dad’s siblings have lost their house to foreclosure, not because of losing their job or anything, just because… why should they pay their house payment, no one else is right now!)
Ok… here’s my story…
My uncle… we’ll call him Larry, has been dating/using/sleeping with this one woman for some time now. When we first met her, we were all impressed. She’s a pharmacist, she has two daughters of her own, and she owns/takes care of her OWN house. Hey, this could be just what Larry needs.
As we got to know this woman, we figured out what she really was. She is controlling in every aspect of her life, and she let’s you know that she is a know-it-all(scratch that, an educated woman) who doesn’t like to be told no. Hmmm… I wonder why her first marriage didn’t work out?!?
Anyway, Easter Sunday we are sitting outside because it was beautiful. She pulls her chair up right next to mine. (Yessss…. Did I mention how much I really like this woman?) She says to me “My daughter is looking at going to Youngstown State University, and she would like to know whether you liked the school or not.”
Ok, simple question that has a very simple answer. I say “Yeah, I really liked the campu…..” she cuts me off. She asked me a question and then she cut me off. My mom immediately sends a look my way, implying that I should just bite my tongue and move on. So I do.
A few minutes later, she asks “What was your major in college? I can’t remember if anyone ever told me what you do for a living.”
In which, I start to reply “I majored in accounting with a minor in business management. I’m an account….” She freaking cuts me off again to tell me how great her job as a pharmacist is.
By this time my entire family is silent. They are waiting to see what I’m going to say, because it was very obvious after the first interruption I wasn’t happy, but after the second, I was fuming.
So, I tap her on the shoulder. She looks at me sideways. I proceed to say to her “You know Brigette, when you ask someone a question, and they begin to answer, and then you tell them the answer you want to hear, it’s RUDE. You’re a very rude person and I would like very much to never have to talk to you again!”
I then proceed to walk over to my mom and ask her kindly to take me home.
I may not be invited over to my grandma’s house with the family anymore, and in many ways, that’ll be just fine.
To preface my story, I need to tell you that at Christmas my husband and I were chastised because my husband bought me a Coach purse for Christmas and they couldn’t fathom spending that type of money on something so frivolous. Well that was the straw that broke the camel’s back for us. I work my ass off and if I want a freaking purse, then I am going to get a purse. I choose to stay at home on the weeknights and eat in. I also choose to pay my house payment so that we don’t potentially lose our house (both my dad’s siblings have lost their house to foreclosure, not because of losing their job or anything, just because… why should they pay their house payment, no one else is right now!)
Ok… here’s my story…
My uncle… we’ll call him Larry, has been dating/using/sleeping with this one woman for some time now. When we first met her, we were all impressed. She’s a pharmacist, she has two daughters of her own, and she owns/takes care of her OWN house. Hey, this could be just what Larry needs.
As we got to know this woman, we figured out what she really was. She is controlling in every aspect of her life, and she let’s you know that she is a know-it-all(scratch that, an educated woman) who doesn’t like to be told no. Hmmm… I wonder why her first marriage didn’t work out?!?
Anyway, Easter Sunday we are sitting outside because it was beautiful. She pulls her chair up right next to mine. (Yessss…. Did I mention how much I really like this woman?) She says to me “My daughter is looking at going to Youngstown State University, and she would like to know whether you liked the school or not.”
Ok, simple question that has a very simple answer. I say “Yeah, I really liked the campu…..” she cuts me off. She asked me a question and then she cut me off. My mom immediately sends a look my way, implying that I should just bite my tongue and move on. So I do.
A few minutes later, she asks “What was your major in college? I can’t remember if anyone ever told me what you do for a living.”
In which, I start to reply “I majored in accounting with a minor in business management. I’m an account….” She freaking cuts me off again to tell me how great her job as a pharmacist is.
By this time my entire family is silent. They are waiting to see what I’m going to say, because it was very obvious after the first interruption I wasn’t happy, but after the second, I was fuming.
So, I tap her on the shoulder. She looks at me sideways. I proceed to say to her “You know Brigette, when you ask someone a question, and they begin to answer, and then you tell them the answer you want to hear, it’s RUDE. You’re a very rude person and I would like very much to never have to talk to you again!”
I then proceed to walk over to my mom and ask her kindly to take me home.
I may not be invited over to my grandma’s house with the family anymore, and in many ways, that’ll be just fine.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Zip Line Adventures
To start things off, when we were planning this trip (and by we, I mean Joe’s wonderful parents) Joe’s sister couldn’t decide if she wanted to go. She ended up taking one of Joe’s very best friends as her “date” for the week. It made the vacation so nice because it was fun to hang out with them, and they were just friends!
Joe’s friend has never been out of the country, and was the ultimate tourist in Mexico. We laughed because he bought stuff from vendors on the beach, bought Mexican tequila, and wanted to book every single tour available. After explaining to him that money doesn’t grow on trees (HAHA), we decided to pick one tour. He chose zip-lining through the jungle.
Now for those of you who know me, you know that I am not the type of person to take risks like that. I was nervous and very anxious. Thankfully, it ended up being a new experience. I don’t think I would ever pay to do it again (it was freakin’ expensive) but it is something I am happy to say that I have done before.
Now… on to the story. When you arrive at this place in the middle of the jungle, they immediately suit you up in a harness, leather gloves, and a helmet. This was what I like to call a cluster **** because people were hurrying to the front of the line as if there are only so many sets and everyone who doesn’t get a harness has to zipline without one. Seriously PEOPLE! So after waiting for all the ignorant people to run to the front, we finally got suited up. After all four of us were ready, we looked around and realized that we were the very last people through everything in our particular tour. No biggie!
We proceed to an “ampitheather” for lack of a better word. It had wooden bleachers and there was a zipline set up between two trees so that they could fully explain to all of us how to properly zipline. After a, no joke, 15 minute speech on where to put your hands so you don’t cut your fingers, how never to let go of the line no matter what!, the tour guide says “Preguntas?” (Questions for those of you who don’t remember your Spanish days.)
This dumb ass (I’m sorry, I don’t usually call people that but this lady whole-heartedly deserved the title!) raises her hand and says “If I want to go fast then I just let go right?” Every person, including her husband (we concluded they were on their honeymoon) looked at her in shock. Did she not just sit through the same exact speech that all of us sat through? We were the last ones to speech and we still gathered the concept of NEVER LET GO OF THE LINE!
Anyway, drunk Ryan (Joe’s friend who had way too much tequila the night before) proceeds to yell “WHERE WERE YOU?” Everyone looked at him and started laughing. It was hilarious. I almost fell off the bleachers because everyone was laughing.
Long story short (Ok, So it’s not really SHORT… but…) after the entire zip-line adventure was over, they served us lunch. During lunch, all you could hear was people taking about how the high-light of the tour was the drunk in the back putting the dumb-ass in her place. HAHA…
I almost wish the tour guide would have told her to let go, it would have taught her a lesson! And in case you were wondering…. THERE ARE STUPID QUESTIONS!
Hope I made you smile!
Joe’s friend has never been out of the country, and was the ultimate tourist in Mexico. We laughed because he bought stuff from vendors on the beach, bought Mexican tequila, and wanted to book every single tour available. After explaining to him that money doesn’t grow on trees (HAHA), we decided to pick one tour. He chose zip-lining through the jungle.
Now for those of you who know me, you know that I am not the type of person to take risks like that. I was nervous and very anxious. Thankfully, it ended up being a new experience. I don’t think I would ever pay to do it again (it was freakin’ expensive) but it is something I am happy to say that I have done before.
Now… on to the story. When you arrive at this place in the middle of the jungle, they immediately suit you up in a harness, leather gloves, and a helmet. This was what I like to call a cluster **** because people were hurrying to the front of the line as if there are only so many sets and everyone who doesn’t get a harness has to zipline without one. Seriously PEOPLE! So after waiting for all the ignorant people to run to the front, we finally got suited up. After all four of us were ready, we looked around and realized that we were the very last people through everything in our particular tour. No biggie!
We proceed to an “ampitheather” for lack of a better word. It had wooden bleachers and there was a zipline set up between two trees so that they could fully explain to all of us how to properly zipline. After a, no joke, 15 minute speech on where to put your hands so you don’t cut your fingers, how never to let go of the line no matter what!, the tour guide says “Preguntas?” (Questions for those of you who don’t remember your Spanish days.)
This dumb ass (I’m sorry, I don’t usually call people that but this lady whole-heartedly deserved the title!) raises her hand and says “If I want to go fast then I just let go right?” Every person, including her husband (we concluded they were on their honeymoon) looked at her in shock. Did she not just sit through the same exact speech that all of us sat through? We were the last ones to speech and we still gathered the concept of NEVER LET GO OF THE LINE!
Anyway, drunk Ryan (Joe’s friend who had way too much tequila the night before) proceeds to yell “WHERE WERE YOU?” Everyone looked at him and started laughing. It was hilarious. I almost fell off the bleachers because everyone was laughing.
Long story short (Ok, So it’s not really SHORT… but…) after the entire zip-line adventure was over, they served us lunch. During lunch, all you could hear was people taking about how the high-light of the tour was the drunk in the back putting the dumb-ass in her place. HAHA…
I almost wish the tour guide would have told her to let go, it would have taught her a lesson! And in case you were wondering…. THERE ARE STUPID QUESTIONS!
Hope I made you smile!
Here's the website, if you want to see some crazy pictures (they aren't us... we weren't about to pay $15 for a picture!)
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Ten Things Tuesday
Good Morning All! This brilliant thought came to my head this morning while listening to the very much unintelligent people on the radio...
1. I am so thankful that I only have a two minute commute to work... yep you read it right, two minutes... and why I'm so thankful for that is so I don't have to listen to the stupid radio shows in the morning. Why don't they just play some freakin music. I know I know, Tricia, you could listen to a CD and not arrive every morning to work pissed. But, my dad always told me to listen to the radio on the way to and from work, to hear if there was an accident or something, now it's just habit.
2. I am thankful for the fact that I can move today. Last night I took my first yoga class and I moved in ways I didn't know my body moved. So thank you, for letting me be able to move today!
1. I am so thankful that I only have a two minute commute to work... yep you read it right, two minutes... and why I'm so thankful for that is so I don't have to listen to the stupid radio shows in the morning. Why don't they just play some freakin music. I know I know, Tricia, you could listen to a CD and not arrive every morning to work pissed. But, my dad always told me to listen to the radio on the way to and from work, to hear if there was an accident or something, now it's just habit.
2. I am thankful for the fact that I can move today. Last night I took my first yoga class and I moved in ways I didn't know my body moved. So thank you, for letting me be able to move today!
3. I am thankful that I don’t hear the radio at my work real well. Whoever set it up must love Jessica Simpson because every other song is one of hers. And, while I do like some of her songs, they haven’t been popular in a few years now. PICK A NEW STATION!
4. I am thankful that I am back in the corner, yet right by the door that everyone wants to hold impromptu meetings outside of. It makes it extremely difficult to get my work done when I am constantly trying to tune other people out while they are talking. GET A ROOM!
5. I am thankful that I get to deal with idiots regularly at my job. They make my day just a little more interesting. I really am thankful for that!
6. I am thankful that I have a day-to-day tear away calendar so I can go through and countdown to every important thing going on this year. For example, I only have 31 days until vacation and 4 days until my one year anniversary.
7. I am thankful for five fiscal week months. I get to listen to all the radio stations on internet radio and pick new songs to update my Ipod with the latest and greatest. Without these ridiculously slow months, I would have the same stuff on my Ipod as when I first loaded it, because lord knows they don’t play music on the radio in the car!
8. I am thankful for these nifty new phones we got recently at work. Now I can tell who is calling to harass me.
9. I am thankful for thumb tacks, because without them I would have an uncluttered cubicle. I would actually be able to see what color the walls of my cube are, but instead, I have all these pieces of paper EVERYWHERE telling me dates, stores, reports, writing techniques, etc. And the best part is, most of these very informative pieces of junk (oops, did I call them that?) were left for me by the previous cube occupant. AWESOME!
10. I really am thankful for my job, especially in an economy like this. However, I was feeling just a little rambunctious today and thought I would add just a bit of a smart a** spin to it!
Once again, thanks for reading. Comments are greatly appreciated, and I always return the favor!
Monday, June 15, 2009
When do “CUTE CLOTHES” become “INAPPROPRIATE CLOTHES”?
I have been personally struggling with this issue for awhile now. I feel that, now that I am a married woman, there is no need for the wild clothing really anywhere. Not at a bar and especially not at work. Getting hit on by guys at bars is not my idea of a fun night. Especially with my husband sitting next to me! So I am asking what I feel is a very appropriate question. When do you think it becomes necessary to throw out those little girl “hoe-clothes” and start dressing more sophisticated?
Now, on to the reason I am asking the question… I have been employed at two companies over the past year, and at both places I have come across some interesting people. At my first job, I worked directly with a lady who is the same age as my parents (pushing 50), never been married, and dressed so inappropriately for work and her age. She was constantly wearing clothes that were too tight, and I think she found them in the juniors section at the local department store. And to boot, she was constantly wearing these CRAZY shoes. Way too high for her, and expensive and crazy. Now don’t get me wrong… I LOVE SHOES. I actually have an unhealthy obsession with shoes, but I don’t wear my high heeled hot pink stilettos to work with my conservative outfits.
At my current job, I work with a lady who I think is divorced, has a daughter my age (meaning she’s probably pushing the same age as my parents as well) and dresses out of control. I mean she wears see-through shirts, 6 inch heels and pants that are way too tight. What is the deal here? Why are these women trying to dress like they are 18 and on their way to “the club?”
I don’t know why this bothers me so much? Maybe because I have given up my love of crazy clothes (not only because of my age and status, but also because I don’t feel that I feel HOT in them so much anymore.) and I cannot figure out why these women who are older can’t give it up as well? I just stare in awe everyday at what these women are going to be wearing.
I have my own opinion as to why this goes on, but I would like to hear from you guys too! Maybe with some of your ideas, I can let this go!
Thanks for reading :-)
Now, on to the reason I am asking the question… I have been employed at two companies over the past year, and at both places I have come across some interesting people. At my first job, I worked directly with a lady who is the same age as my parents (pushing 50), never been married, and dressed so inappropriately for work and her age. She was constantly wearing clothes that were too tight, and I think she found them in the juniors section at the local department store. And to boot, she was constantly wearing these CRAZY shoes. Way too high for her, and expensive and crazy. Now don’t get me wrong… I LOVE SHOES. I actually have an unhealthy obsession with shoes, but I don’t wear my high heeled hot pink stilettos to work with my conservative outfits.
At my current job, I work with a lady who I think is divorced, has a daughter my age (meaning she’s probably pushing the same age as my parents as well) and dresses out of control. I mean she wears see-through shirts, 6 inch heels and pants that are way too tight. What is the deal here? Why are these women trying to dress like they are 18 and on their way to “the club?”
I don’t know why this bothers me so much? Maybe because I have given up my love of crazy clothes (not only because of my age and status, but also because I don’t feel that I feel HOT in them so much anymore.) and I cannot figure out why these women who are older can’t give it up as well? I just stare in awe everyday at what these women are going to be wearing.
I have my own opinion as to why this goes on, but I would like to hear from you guys too! Maybe with some of your ideas, I can let this go!
Thanks for reading :-)
I mean, seriously, is there anything wrong with an outfit like this...
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Thankful Thursday (Thanks Kara!)
Well, if anyone read my blog from yesterday, you saw that after all my hard work last week, it paid off. I lost three pounds. I almost hugged the lady at Weight Watchers. I worked really hard, watched EVERYTHING I ate, and took Riley on a walk every single day. I can't believe what a difference three pounds make.
I am making my goal to lose 30 pounds. That is my first goal, not my last. My goal weight is less than that, but I need to work in small doses! Anyway, enough gloating, I'm not even close to where I want to be yet!!
Along the same lines as Kara, I wanted to be thankful (kinda) today:
I want to thank the ass clowns who don't pick up their dog shit ON THE SIDEWALK. Seriously, I have a puppy, who wants in eveything. She saw the shit, and proceeded to roll in it! I was seriously ready to kill her, but really is it her fault, or is it the idiot who just moseys on by after their dog does his business on the freaking sidewalk.
So to end the story, we had to hurry home, in the rain might I add, and I had to pick Riley up and run her to the bathroom. Man, what is up with poop today? Chick out this blog, I had to laugh when I read it, THEN... my dog proceeds to play in the poop as well.... WHat is going on?
Thanks for reading...
PS... If anyone could explain to me how to properly do the links, back to others' blogs, I would be very grateful! **UPDATE: Thanks for showing me how to work the links! I really do appreciate it!
I am making my goal to lose 30 pounds. That is my first goal, not my last. My goal weight is less than that, but I need to work in small doses! Anyway, enough gloating, I'm not even close to where I want to be yet!!
Along the same lines as Kara, I wanted to be thankful (kinda) today:
I want to thank the ass clowns who don't pick up their dog shit ON THE SIDEWALK. Seriously, I have a puppy, who wants in eveything. She saw the shit, and proceeded to roll in it! I was seriously ready to kill her, but really is it her fault, or is it the idiot who just moseys on by after their dog does his business on the freaking sidewalk.
So to end the story, we had to hurry home, in the rain might I add, and I had to pick Riley up and run her to the bathroom. Man, what is up with poop today? Chick out this blog, I had to laugh when I read it, THEN... my dog proceeds to play in the poop as well.... WHat is going on?
Thanks for reading...
PS... If anyone could explain to me how to properly do the links, back to others' blogs, I would be very grateful! **UPDATE: Thanks for showing me how to work the links! I really do appreciate it!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thank You...
Today I would like to thank the ignorant butt that sat behind hubby and I at dinner and DIDN'T TURN THEIR CELL PHONE TEXT MESSAGE NOTIFICATION OFF. They seriously got a text like every 2 seconds, and this was freaking loud. Not to mention rude, annoying, and obnoxious all wrapped up in one.
I would just like to fill you in... if you are that person who is constantly texting on your cell phone, let me be the first to tell you... it's rude.
So, thank you to all you people who cannot put your phone down for long enough to take a freaking breath... and thanks for letting all of us know how popular you are.
I would just like to fill you in... if you are that person who is constantly texting on your cell phone, let me be the first to tell you... it's rude.
So, thank you to all you people who cannot put your phone down for long enough to take a freaking breath... and thanks for letting all of us know how popular you are.
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