Ironically, the same day I had a conversation about the store with a couple of colleagues, a documentary called Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Prices came on which I watched.
I'm going to do my best to stay away.
Apr 21, 2013
Mar 29, 2013
What to Write About..
Hi!!! (waving wildly) I know it's been quite some time. I really need to get better at blogging regularly. My biggest issue is ... when I have something to blog about the timing is all wrong. Plus, instead of at least typing out my initial reaction or thoughts and saving them as a draft in my email or notepad, I let the moment pass me by; distracted by other pressing tasks. So, when I have the opportunity to sit down and share, I can't recall anything worth blogging about. :(
Anywho...
What have I been doing of lately? Besides working my life away, you mean? Hmm...I've trying to work out at least every two days; drinking lots of soft red, chilled wine; giving a site I really enjoyed previously another chance; pondering reawakening some dormant talent; and just trying to keep my thoughts light amongst the struggle and stress.
I hope you have been well.
Anywho...
What have I been doing of lately? Besides working my life away, you mean? Hmm...I've trying to work out at least every two days; drinking lots of soft red, chilled wine; giving a site I really enjoyed previously another chance; pondering reawakening some dormant talent; and just trying to keep my thoughts light amongst the struggle and stress.
I hope you have been well.
Mar 14, 2013
Misconstrued Image
Okay... I am a woman from the womb. However, I'm very different from most other women. I know it sounds like a line but it is fact. One in-depth conversation and it's obvious. So...it really baffles me how convuluted the minds of many women are when it comes to self reflection and image.
I have a friend who is (or was as of a few days ago) actively pursuing companionship. She had communicated with several guys, gone out with them, then just as quickly dissolved communication with them. Now, I understand that sometimes things just don't work out and it isn't the fault of any one particular thing or person. However, when the first few weeks of an association is laced with argument, ignored phone calls, and the cat and mouse game, I think the reevaluation of self is necessary.
I have another friend who is constantly down on men. She doesn't understand why anyone would want one and so on. She's very bitter based on past relationships where she allowed herself to endure various situations. She also has a viewpoint of relationships that she didn't and doesn't truly uphold in action.
In conversation with these women, when attempting to make them see how all things are at least twofold and contributions are made by all parties involved so, it only makes sense, that the criticism befall all parties involved, these women are the first to harp on the negativities and downfall of men and fail to acknowledge their own shortcomings or admit to any fault in action or dialogue in the demise of their relationships or inability to sustain meaningful relationships with people whom they have no obligation.
I know I don't know it all but I also know I have uncommon sense and an uncommon viewpoint due to my uncommon experiences. Being a women who has seriously loved and been involved with women and men, and possessing a different balance of both when it comes to my own thought processes, I would say my insight tends to be a little more well-rounded than most. I see the same flaws and irritants in women that many men see and I understand those common points of miscommunication and/or overreaction from both sides.
I told my one friend before that instead of trying to get one up on a guy she believes is trying to be a player and trying to teach them how it's done, she should remove herself from the game if she believes that is what she is involved in. I told her as long as she is opening to playing games, that is exactly what she is going to get. She agreed but continues to invest time and energy into gameplaying but then will turn around and get mad at a guy who calls her on her shit and state 'she's too old for the bull' and refuses to see the role she plays in the drama. smh...
We all can benefit from constantly reevaluating ourselves and, if we are honest and open enough, we can really identify problem areas and work towards building a stronger self. The first step is being humble enough to acknowledge it.
I have a friend who is (or was as of a few days ago) actively pursuing companionship. She had communicated with several guys, gone out with them, then just as quickly dissolved communication with them. Now, I understand that sometimes things just don't work out and it isn't the fault of any one particular thing or person. However, when the first few weeks of an association is laced with argument, ignored phone calls, and the cat and mouse game, I think the reevaluation of self is necessary.
I have another friend who is constantly down on men. She doesn't understand why anyone would want one and so on. She's very bitter based on past relationships where she allowed herself to endure various situations. She also has a viewpoint of relationships that she didn't and doesn't truly uphold in action.
In conversation with these women, when attempting to make them see how all things are at least twofold and contributions are made by all parties involved so, it only makes sense, that the criticism befall all parties involved, these women are the first to harp on the negativities and downfall of men and fail to acknowledge their own shortcomings or admit to any fault in action or dialogue in the demise of their relationships or inability to sustain meaningful relationships with people whom they have no obligation.
I know I don't know it all but I also know I have uncommon sense and an uncommon viewpoint due to my uncommon experiences. Being a women who has seriously loved and been involved with women and men, and possessing a different balance of both when it comes to my own thought processes, I would say my insight tends to be a little more well-rounded than most. I see the same flaws and irritants in women that many men see and I understand those common points of miscommunication and/or overreaction from both sides.
I told my one friend before that instead of trying to get one up on a guy she believes is trying to be a player and trying to teach them how it's done, she should remove herself from the game if she believes that is what she is involved in. I told her as long as she is opening to playing games, that is exactly what she is going to get. She agreed but continues to invest time and energy into gameplaying but then will turn around and get mad at a guy who calls her on her shit and state 'she's too old for the bull' and refuses to see the role she plays in the drama. smh...
We all can benefit from constantly reevaluating ourselves and, if we are honest and open enough, we can really identify problem areas and work towards building a stronger self. The first step is being humble enough to acknowledge it.
Being a Prick at the Top of the Ladder
There's nothing worse than being highly irritated while you are already pushing your ability to the brink of a long work day. I was in a colleague's office venting and I am a woman who cusses a lot. Well, actually, I don't cuss a lot but the cuss words I use are the harshest of cuss words, especially, when I'm venting.
So I’m expressing myself (not loudly but the wall dividing one colleague's office from another is paper thin) and a pseudo exec in the next office (pseudo because his title is VP but it is so unnecessarily based on his job responsibility) says something to the effect of “mighty potty mouth, Ms. Holmes”.
I finished my conversation with my colleague, with less cussing, and return to my desk to finish up some tasks before I take off. Well, the longer the incident stayed on my mind, the more it pissed me off. I understand this is a place of business and we must be mindful of the ears around us but there are very few on this floor who don’t use foul language, President and Vice included. What really pissed me off, though, was how the exec (just like many other people) have no qualms with critiquing someone else’s conduct but are not self aware enough to apply the same to Self (take a good look in your own fuckin' mirror). This is exec is moody. I mean Moody like a chick and it offends many people who, are not the cause of it, but have to endure his mood swings when he walks around with his attitude sometimes even rudely communicating with others yet he would get all bent out of shape if someone called him out on it. Ugh.
So I’m expressing myself (not loudly but the wall dividing one colleague's office from another is paper thin) and a pseudo exec in the next office (pseudo because his title is VP but it is so unnecessarily based on his job responsibility) says something to the effect of “mighty potty mouth, Ms. Holmes”.
I finished my conversation with my colleague, with less cussing, and return to my desk to finish up some tasks before I take off. Well, the longer the incident stayed on my mind, the more it pissed me off. I understand this is a place of business and we must be mindful of the ears around us but there are very few on this floor who don’t use foul language, President and Vice included. What really pissed me off, though, was how the exec (just like many other people) have no qualms with critiquing someone else’s conduct but are not self aware enough to apply the same to Self (take a good look in your own fuckin' mirror). This is exec is moody. I mean Moody like a chick and it offends many people who, are not the cause of it, but have to endure his mood swings when he walks around with his attitude sometimes even rudely communicating with others yet he would get all bent out of shape if someone called him out on it. Ugh.
Mar 13, 2013
Papa Roach & Stone Sour Concert
I really had fun with my two friend-girls! One bought the tickets for all three of us as a belated birthday gift for two of us.
We had my son drop us off at Colfax & Race so we could go into Herbs & Arts to speak to Mabe and browse a bit. After we stopped in there, we went cross the street to Pete's to eat. Man, they serve more food in one order than I thought. I had the Soulaki and fries which was very good but I couldn't even come close to finish it. I had the server box it up along with chicken fingers from one of the other plates and I decided to give it to one of the less fortunate on our way down to the Fillmore.
Yea...where are the less fortunate when you need them? :) I did manage to give it to a random guy (not homeless but possibly less fortunate that eve) in passing. Then I griped about the walk from Pete's to the Fillmore since 'somebody' made it seem it was much closer than what it really was. We finally make it down to the Fillmore just to have to walk around and back two blocks to get in the line. WTF?! We could have stopped walking two blocks back had we been paying attention. We did see some people standing around by the Wendy's but we thought that was just random not a part of the line.
We make it to the line, make some line buddies, smoked a little THC, drank a little Jager, and popped a couple of pills while we wait around. The wait was about an hour but it wasn't bad really.
We got in, made a bathroom run, which moved rather quickly but the bathroom was puketastic, and found a spot.
Otherwise came out first (popular for We Are Soldiers) and they were pretty freakin' awesome. The lead singers onstage persona is Hot!!!
Papa Roach followed and the leads scream is Hot! He makes it seem so easy.
We closed out with Stone Sour. The Through the Glass serenade as the best!
I was so blasted. After a point, my feet felt like lead so all I could do is sway and my friend had to keep me steady. ha!
Oh wait...the freakin' smoke break? OMFUniverse!!! Picture hundreds of people all trying to fit in a Wendy's lobby. That's how packed the smoker's patio was. I don't even smoke but I was going out to accompany my comrades and it was horrible getting out onto it. I will make sure to pass on the experience next time...freakin' fiends!
Really looking forward to the next concert. I think I am going to hold out until I find one I want to see at Red Rocks. People keep telling me that is the best concert venue in the area so and I've experienced all of the others accept for one or two, I think.
We had my son drop us off at Colfax & Race so we could go into Herbs & Arts to speak to Mabe and browse a bit. After we stopped in there, we went cross the street to Pete's to eat. Man, they serve more food in one order than I thought. I had the Soulaki and fries which was very good but I couldn't even come close to finish it. I had the server box it up along with chicken fingers from one of the other plates and I decided to give it to one of the less fortunate on our way down to the Fillmore.
Yea...where are the less fortunate when you need them? :) I did manage to give it to a random guy (not homeless but possibly less fortunate that eve) in passing. Then I griped about the walk from Pete's to the Fillmore since 'somebody' made it seem it was much closer than what it really was. We finally make it down to the Fillmore just to have to walk around and back two blocks to get in the line. WTF?! We could have stopped walking two blocks back had we been paying attention. We did see some people standing around by the Wendy's but we thought that was just random not a part of the line.
We make it to the line, make some line buddies, smoked a little THC, drank a little Jager, and popped a couple of pills while we wait around. The wait was about an hour but it wasn't bad really.
We got in, made a bathroom run, which moved rather quickly but the bathroom was puketastic, and found a spot.
Otherwise came out first (popular for We Are Soldiers) and they were pretty freakin' awesome. The lead singers onstage persona is Hot!!!
Papa Roach followed and the leads scream is Hot! He makes it seem so easy.
We closed out with Stone Sour. The Through the Glass serenade as the best!
I was so blasted. After a point, my feet felt like lead so all I could do is sway and my friend had to keep me steady. ha!
Oh wait...the freakin' smoke break? OMFUniverse!!! Picture hundreds of people all trying to fit in a Wendy's lobby. That's how packed the smoker's patio was. I don't even smoke but I was going out to accompany my comrades and it was horrible getting out onto it. I will make sure to pass on the experience next time...freakin' fiends!
Really looking forward to the next concert. I think I am going to hold out until I find one I want to see at Red Rocks. People keep telling me that is the best concert venue in the area so and I've experienced all of the others accept for one or two, I think.
Life's Abnormalities
I can't read minds and I don't know what's best for anyone including myself and I struggle with the details of my life and predicament. However, I would like to think that I am somewhat knowledgeable of life's goings-on and I would like to think that those I embrace in my life know the depths of my genuine concern for them and understand that I do make an effort to understand their beliefs and mindsets and I accept them in all of their glory and downfalls and accept all of the decisions made for their lives.
With that said, my mother mentioned two weeks ago that she believes there is a lump in her breast. Between then and the time I spoke to her this past weekend, I had been contacting clinics in her local area to find out prices and procedures regarding detecting breast abnormalities so that I could aid my mother in securing a visit. See...my mother doesn't have health insurance. She works for the post office and, though she has worked with them for over ten years, because she is not considered a permanent carrier, she is not eligible for insurance coverage through the United States Postal Service. She was covered by her husband's military insurance until several months after their divorce was finalized around December 2011. She is in her early 60s and not eligible for any discounted insurance coverage right now. If she decides to stop working later this year, she will probably be eligible for Medicare but only eligible to receive about 66% of the full Social Security benefit she would be eligible for if she waited until 65 (I'll save the health insurance should be provided to all people, along with higher education, speeches for another time).
When I spoke to her this week, I asked if she had attempted to look into getting checked and/or getting some time off. She informed me that she needs to work because she is covering someone else's route, as well as, her own and couldn't afford to take the time off anyway due to her bills. I explained to her that the postal service/office could wait when it came to her health and if something were to happen any other time, that would prevent the mail from being delivered for one day, they would find someone to run the routes or the mail just wouldn't be delivered until the next day and people would have to understand that. She argued that people get fired for missing a day of mail delivery and a couple of other rebuttals regarding putting work on the back burner. Then she stated that maybe she didn't want to know if she did have cancer.
I told her I understood that but not knowing would cause more damage than missing a day of work would to go find it. She's so concerned with earning her pay for one day yet won't do what is required to make sure she will continue to have the ability to work day after day. I told her that was fine and I wasn't going to pressure her. I told her that I was going to send her money for a check-up in a couple of weeks in any case and she said she would go but it wasn't going to be in a week or two.
I mean, who am I, the person who has created an advanced directive informing everyone that I don't want any type of treatment for any life-threatening circumstance that may befall me to determine what should be done? I completely understand not wanting to know. I wouldn't want to know simply because it wouldn't make any difference in my life. I wouldn't do chemo or radiation therapy or anything else that may be preventive. I would just take medication to numb whatever pain I could. I also understand the stance of being older, many of those years consumed with struggle, coming through much heartache and ailment over the last few years and just being tired and, thus, prepared to accept whatever the Universe has in store.
I don't know...she raised me and, I guess, ultimately I don't want to see her suffer anymore than she has to so...I try but I know how stubborn she is. As stated before, I can't read minds so her logic may be perfect for her and just harder to swallow for me on the outside looking in.
With that said, my mother mentioned two weeks ago that she believes there is a lump in her breast. Between then and the time I spoke to her this past weekend, I had been contacting clinics in her local area to find out prices and procedures regarding detecting breast abnormalities so that I could aid my mother in securing a visit. See...my mother doesn't have health insurance. She works for the post office and, though she has worked with them for over ten years, because she is not considered a permanent carrier, she is not eligible for insurance coverage through the United States Postal Service. She was covered by her husband's military insurance until several months after their divorce was finalized around December 2011. She is in her early 60s and not eligible for any discounted insurance coverage right now. If she decides to stop working later this year, she will probably be eligible for Medicare but only eligible to receive about 66% of the full Social Security benefit she would be eligible for if she waited until 65 (I'll save the health insurance should be provided to all people, along with higher education, speeches for another time).
When I spoke to her this week, I asked if she had attempted to look into getting checked and/or getting some time off. She informed me that she needs to work because she is covering someone else's route, as well as, her own and couldn't afford to take the time off anyway due to her bills. I explained to her that the postal service/office could wait when it came to her health and if something were to happen any other time, that would prevent the mail from being delivered for one day, they would find someone to run the routes or the mail just wouldn't be delivered until the next day and people would have to understand that. She argued that people get fired for missing a day of mail delivery and a couple of other rebuttals regarding putting work on the back burner. Then she stated that maybe she didn't want to know if she did have cancer.
I told her I understood that but not knowing would cause more damage than missing a day of work would to go find it. She's so concerned with earning her pay for one day yet won't do what is required to make sure she will continue to have the ability to work day after day. I told her that was fine and I wasn't going to pressure her. I told her that I was going to send her money for a check-up in a couple of weeks in any case and she said she would go but it wasn't going to be in a week or two.
I mean, who am I, the person who has created an advanced directive informing everyone that I don't want any type of treatment for any life-threatening circumstance that may befall me to determine what should be done? I completely understand not wanting to know. I wouldn't want to know simply because it wouldn't make any difference in my life. I wouldn't do chemo or radiation therapy or anything else that may be preventive. I would just take medication to numb whatever pain I could. I also understand the stance of being older, many of those years consumed with struggle, coming through much heartache and ailment over the last few years and just being tired and, thus, prepared to accept whatever the Universe has in store.
I don't know...she raised me and, I guess, ultimately I don't want to see her suffer anymore than she has to so...I try but I know how stubborn she is. As stated before, I can't read minds so her logic may be perfect for her and just harder to swallow for me on the outside looking in.
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