Today is my one-year anniversary at Greenlight Biofuels! I know that something like a work anniversary probably doesn't seem like a big deal to most people, but honestly, I'm pretty excited. A year ago, before I got hired, I was unemployed, scared, and slowly becoming broke. I never dreamed of finding such a cool job.
Here are some Sad-Unemployed-Broke-Girl posts:
A Day in the Life
Confessions
You Say You Want a Resolution
Anyways, I have a couple people in my life who are seeking employment opportunities (and I know there are many more of you out there who are doing the same), so I'd like to say this: Hang in there, stick with it, and don't sell yourself short. You deserve a good job. Don't be afraid to ask people for help, work hard on your resume, cover letters, etc and do your homework before interviews. In fact, while I'm thinking about this, here's my Unemployed Survial Tips List:
1. Do something active EVERY single day. Seriously guys, it's important to keep those endorphins flowing so you can deal with daily rejection without going completely mental. Also, it will keep you showering regularly...
2. Change out of your pajamas. Even if it's just to put on your comfy jeans and a sweatshirt. Oh, and brush your hair, mmmmk?
3. Eat a good breakfast. It's not like you don't have time, am I right? Hell, I had pancakes and bacon and eggs like three times a week when I was unemployed. Plus, it will give your body and mind the energy they need for a long day of scouring craigslist.
4. Let people take care of you every once in a while. This is hard. It's easy to feel embarrassed that you can't afford to go out and have a drink with your friends. But, I say, if your besty offers to buy you a beer, let him or her (but don't take advantage). You need to get your ass outta the house every so often, seriously.
5. Keep busy. Do all the projects around the house that need done when you're taking breaks from staring at the classifieds and drooling. It will give you that sense of accomplishment you desperately need right now.
6. Every single article I've read about unemployment says to wake up at the same time of day that you would if you were going to work. I say this is bull patuckey. When else in your post-college adult life are you going to be able to go to bed at 3 AM and wake up at noon? It's great, I loved it, and I miss it. That's the schedule I slowly, but surely, revert to when I don't have a schedule to follow. Yeah, it makes it harder to get back on schedule when you do get a job (which you will!), but whatever.
So, there. Here's to feeling grateful and hopeful!
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
The Bird is the Word
Guys, I promise I haven't made some silly resolution to STOP blogging or anything like that. Truth is, life's been pretty insane of late. And when I've had some spare moments, I've been spending them vegetating on the couch with Chris. Sigh.
Here are some updates:
Christmas/My Birthday/New Year's:
The seventeen celebrations that occurred over a three week period were great, though exhausting. Chris and I got some really nice things, including some sweet kitchen knives, an espresso machine, and a new lens for my camera. And, I'm now officially old. Sigh.
Pneu-MOAN-ia, the Sequel:
So, remember this? Yeah, the same thing happened to Chris again this year. He had a small cough for a long time that eventually turned into a horrible, bad, scary cough. That, on top of the whole snoring thing has made the past few weeks absolutely, bone-crushingly exhausting. I mean, like, super-dee-dooperly tiring. So, for awhile there, I kept waking up in the middle of the night several times (either due to snoring or coughing or both), which usually ended in me going to sleep on the single mattress we have in our music room/office. Or, Chris would sleep there. The couple times I slept in there, though, this stupid bird that lives in our wall woke me up.
Backstory: So, awhile ago now, a woodpecker pecked a hole in the side of our house (Chris heard it doing this in the middle of the day and tried to shoot it with a paintball from a slingshot, but that didn't deter this little effer). Annnnnnnnnnnnnd I guess he's (or she's?) still in there, because every time I stayed in the music room, I heard a very loud pecking sound followed by chirping, coming from the wall. Oh, how I hate that stupid Wall-Bird. In fact, after suffering from sleep deprivation and the frustration of having my significant other sick and not being able to do anything about it, I sort of focused my frustration on the Wall-Bird.
I had a dream that the wall bird got into the house, and was, in fact, like 3 feet tall and all multicolored (like a cartoon Wall-Bird or something). I chased it around and around and around, but it was faster than I, and, by the end of the dream, it had morphed into this weird Rabbit-Wall-Bird. Oh, how I wanted to kill that stupid Rabbit-Wall-Bird-Demon.
Anyways, Chris finally got to the doctor and is doing MUCH better! Phew. He's also snoring less now that his cough is fading.
But, the Wall-Bird still lurks about in the walls, waiting for some unsuspecting tired person to attempt to rest in the music room/office, like a Boogie Man in the night! Peck. Peck Peck. PECK. PECKPECKPECKPECK *chirp*.
ARGHGHGGHGHGHGHGHH!
Here are some updates:
Christmas/My Birthday/New Year's:
The seventeen celebrations that occurred over a three week period were great, though exhausting. Chris and I got some really nice things, including some sweet kitchen knives, an espresso machine, and a new lens for my camera. And, I'm now officially old. Sigh.
Pneu-MOAN-ia, the Sequel:
So, remember this? Yeah, the same thing happened to Chris again this year. He had a small cough for a long time that eventually turned into a horrible, bad, scary cough. That, on top of the whole snoring thing has made the past few weeks absolutely, bone-crushingly exhausting. I mean, like, super-dee-dooperly tiring. So, for awhile there, I kept waking up in the middle of the night several times (either due to snoring or coughing or both), which usually ended in me going to sleep on the single mattress we have in our music room/office. Or, Chris would sleep there. The couple times I slept in there, though, this stupid bird that lives in our wall woke me up.
Backstory: So, awhile ago now, a woodpecker pecked a hole in the side of our house (Chris heard it doing this in the middle of the day and tried to shoot it with a paintball from a slingshot, but that didn't deter this little effer). Annnnnnnnnnnnnd I guess he's (or she's?) still in there, because every time I stayed in the music room, I heard a very loud pecking sound followed by chirping, coming from the wall. Oh, how I hate that stupid Wall-Bird. In fact, after suffering from sleep deprivation and the frustration of having my significant other sick and not being able to do anything about it, I sort of focused my frustration on the Wall-Bird.
I had a dream that the wall bird got into the house, and was, in fact, like 3 feet tall and all multicolored (like a cartoon Wall-Bird or something). I chased it around and around and around, but it was faster than I, and, by the end of the dream, it had morphed into this weird Rabbit-Wall-Bird. Oh, how I wanted to kill that stupid Rabbit-Wall-Bird-Demon.
Anyways, Chris finally got to the doctor and is doing MUCH better! Phew. He's also snoring less now that his cough is fading.
But, the Wall-Bird still lurks about in the walls, waiting for some unsuspecting tired person to attempt to rest in the music room/office, like a Boogie Man in the night! Peck. Peck Peck. PECK. PECKPECKPECKPECK *chirp*.
ARGHGHGGHGHGHGHGHH!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Snoredom
I realize that it's been awhile, and that I owe you all a post on the holidays and the things I'm hoping for in the new year, and blah blah blah.
HOWEVER, there is another more pressing matter I need to attend to first.
I can't sleep. No, I'm not tossing and turning because of the whirling and swirling thoughts in my head. No, I'm not drinking caffeine too late in the day. No, I'm not suffering from some sort of melatonin imbalance. And no, I don't suffer from insomnia.
The problem is Chris. And his (insert string of expletives here) snoring.
Now, I will admit that I'm akin to the Princess and the Pea in that I have a hard time sleeping when conditions are not ideal. I've never been one of those people who can sleep anywhere or under any circumstances. I need it to be quiet and dark, and I need to be warm enough (but not too warm!). I'm also often a light sleeper. I wake up pretty easily.
So, needless to say, snoring is a problem for me. Not only does it wake me up, it keeps me from being able to fall back asleep. And I dunno, it just REALLY grates on my nerves... I sort of have this physical reaction to the sound that may be similar to the one many people have when nails are scraped across a chalkboard. It's an involuntary cringe.
Chris has snored off and on over the years, but I've always just been able to ask him to roll over on his side to make it go away. Easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy, right? Well, it was. But now, for some reason, it isn't.
I don't know what changed exactly, but now he's snoring no matter what. All the time, every night, on his side, on his back, on his stomach, always. I tried having him wear one of those little breathing strips on his nose, but it didn't work at all. I even bought ear plugs for myself, and I can still hear him snoring THROUGH THE STUPID EAR PLUGS! ARGH!
So, dear readers, I beg of you: Help me. What do I do????
HOWEVER, there is another more pressing matter I need to attend to first.
I can't sleep. No, I'm not tossing and turning because of the whirling and swirling thoughts in my head. No, I'm not drinking caffeine too late in the day. No, I'm not suffering from some sort of melatonin imbalance. And no, I don't suffer from insomnia.
The problem is Chris. And his (insert string of expletives here) snoring.
Now, I will admit that I'm akin to the Princess and the Pea in that I have a hard time sleeping when conditions are not ideal. I've never been one of those people who can sleep anywhere or under any circumstances. I need it to be quiet and dark, and I need to be warm enough (but not too warm!). I'm also often a light sleeper. I wake up pretty easily.
So, needless to say, snoring is a problem for me. Not only does it wake me up, it keeps me from being able to fall back asleep. And I dunno, it just REALLY grates on my nerves... I sort of have this physical reaction to the sound that may be similar to the one many people have when nails are scraped across a chalkboard. It's an involuntary cringe.
Chris has snored off and on over the years, but I've always just been able to ask him to roll over on his side to make it go away. Easy-peasy-lemon-squeasy, right? Well, it was. But now, for some reason, it isn't.
I don't know what changed exactly, but now he's snoring no matter what. All the time, every night, on his side, on his back, on his stomach, always. I tried having him wear one of those little breathing strips on his nose, but it didn't work at all. I even bought ear plugs for myself, and I can still hear him snoring THROUGH THE STUPID EAR PLUGS! ARGH!
So, dear readers, I beg of you: Help me. What do I do????
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