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I made a big decision today. Like, a life-changing, this-could-be-really-stupid decision. Ultimately, I think it’s going to end up being the best for me mentally, emotionally and even physically, but it still seems crazy.

In a nutshell? Well, I quit my day job.

Actually, I resigned, so I still have a couple of weeks left. And I know, I know, it makes no sense whatsoever. While I *am* looking for part-time work to have a little bit of a supplemental income, I’m also going to be focusing the majority of my energy and efforts to something really spectacular. Honestly, I can’t wait to share it even here, because even though it doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with writing, it does have to do with creativity. Basically, I’m taking the plunge and starting my own business.

I’ve had a love of photography and graphic design for a long time now, and I’ve finally decided that now is the time. This season is a golden opportunity for me, because I’m at a point where I have no other obligations and I finally have a main idea of what I want to focus on photography-wise.

I’ve always enjoyed nature and landscape photography, but never thought to pursue it as a career until recently. However, there is a TON of competition in my gorgeous state. That’s fantastic on the one hand, because it means a lot of people to glean information from, but it also means that it’s difficult to get started. Once I realized that my real passion was home decor, suddenly a whole new level of photography was opened up to me. I’m keeping most of the details more on the secretive side of things for now, but once the site is up and running, I will most definitely be sharing it here.

Keep an eye out! (And expect a lot more random posts from me. Since I’ll actually have time to do so.)

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Dear Random Co-Worker,

I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for a joke, I can tell you I don’t have a sense of humor. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you who don’t change the toilet paper. If you’ll start a new roll, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you; I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will TP your house and duct tape all of the empty toilet paper rolls that you’ve left in the bathroom onto your car.

Sincerely,
Me and every other person in this workplace stuck changing the toilet paper because you’re too lazy

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I had to finally break down and buy a little fan for my desk at work. For whatever reason, the sunlight hits my window just right around 3:00 in the afternoon and my office suddenly becomes like a boiler room. Even with the shade down. Ugh. No bueno. It has a tendency to make it feel all stuffy, and not even my awesome Scentsy candle helps. Thus I plunked down the money and got a fan. So far, it’s heavenly.

It reminded me of the last time that I had bought a fan for a workplace. I was working at our local library at the time, and the air conditioning didn’t always function properly back in our area. While I didn’t have enough counter space to set up a regular fan like the rest of my co-workers, I did have a whole wall of shelf space that contained all of my cases for processing. (I tore apart the CDs and audio/visual stuff that came through the library and put them into durable plastic cases. It was pretty fun.) Anyway, I found this awesome fan with a clip that I could use to hang it from the bottom shelf. Since it was black and hung upside down I called it…the Batfan. I know. You think it’s epic, too.

Then we had a string of petty thefts at the library because some of the neighbor kids figured out that they could squeeze through one particular window in the kitchen that didn’t latch properly. It started out with small stuff. Someone would walk in and ask if anyone had seen their mug. Or pen. Or whatever. You kind of dismissed it, thinking they had probably just misplaced whatever they were looking for. Then one of my co-worker’s had her CD player and all of her Disney music stolen. (She loved listening to the greatest hits compilations of Disney music. Because she’s awesome like that.) Then the most tragic of them all – I walked in and realized that they had stolen my Batfan. No other fans had been taken, just mine.

*sniffle* I still miss Batfan. But in a way, his legacy lives on in my new fan. It’s smaller, so I have dubbed him Robin, the Fan Wonder.

(Yes, I name inanimate objects. Why are you looking at me like that? I haven’t even told you about Lord Eryk McFarley Typington III, Esquire. Yes, he was a typewriter. Now you’re giving me that funny look again. Stop it.)

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I love free things. Yes, I know you sometimes get what you pay for. But I will sit through any meeting and listen to any insurance company, medication representative, etc. if it means that I get freebies. I scored big-time with our office’s recent insurance “fair.” (It was just a few tables set up in a room, nothing fancy.) But I got a free water bottle, tote bag, chapstick…even an apple and a package of almonds. At a different insurance meeting I scored a rockin’ day planner that I can’t wait to use. Not to mention both meetings had a truckload of free pens.

That brings me to my real confession.

I…am a pen whore.

Pen, preciousss?

Pen, preciousss?

There! I’ve admitted it. I’ve no sooner gotten a new pen in my clutches before I’m eyeballing the next one in the cup at the bank. When I tire of one, I move to the next. Oh, I’ve had my rebound pens. And I’ve turned back to a few after thinking I could move on. The one pen I’ve managed to truly be faithful to is actually from my dad’s workplace. I love their pens with a passion. Thankfully, Dad also keeps me well-stocked with them. I’d like to think they’re my one and only, but even the other day, at yet another insurance meeting, I glomped onto the free pens like they were a bag of Dove’s chocolates.

It made me realize just how easy it is to “promote” things, and how big-name people can get carried away. I mean, imagine if it was jewelry. Or a designer dress. Or top of the line shoes. The list goes on. I know I’m guilty of it. Sure, I’ll wave your company’s logo everywhere if it means I get a free toothbrush. (True story. Even at an insurance meeting.) It makes you wonder, would you still accept the gift it was from a company that goes against something you believe in? If you know for a fact that the company in question is a staunch supporter of something that you strongly protest, do you have the courage to turn it down? I’d like to think that I would. Then I look at how excited I get over a pen. A really, really, awesome, shiny new pen. Could I turn away a new car? Or a laptop? Or a gaming device? Tough question.

I guess I’ll just be thankful that I get all the free pens my lustful little heart desires. And pray that my dad’s company never decides to change pen carriers.

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The downside to living in a small town is that there’s not always a lot of jobs available, especially in this economy. Consequently, I have to commute to work every day. It’s roughly 20 miles one way, which really isn’t too bad in the long run.

Unless I get stuck behind….*drums of doom*….the Pinto.

I hate the Pinto.

It’s a rusted, burnt orange color with wood-paneled sides. Yes, that’s right. Wood-freaking-paneling. The bumper is literally held together by duct tape. Orange duct tape,to be exact. And it is incapable of driving more than 45mph. I don’t think it could go faster if it tried. I happen to be a speed demon. Unless my tires are rotating at 65mph or more (70 is preferable) then I’m just not satisfied. I have the misfortune of living in a state that thinks 55mph is a sufficient highway speed. scream I tend to traverse the roads in a white-knuckled rage, chanting to myself, “Must. Go. Faster.” The car in front of me never senses my distress. The drivers continue along, blissfully unaware of my tormented soul screaming at them.

You can therefore see my dilemma when it comes to the Pinto of Doom. If I get to a point where there aren’t any passing lanes, I find myself wanted to stab something. Or someone. I usually just end up beating myself senseless against the steering wheel. The REAL bummer is when I get stuck behind the Pinto of Doom in the very last stretch of road, because I always take the back highway to my workplace. It’s a lovely drive, which is part of the reason I choose to take it, but it’s also a very winding road. A long and winding road. *queue nostalgic Beatles music here* Pinto

Unfortunately, Pinto of Doom works literally one block away from my workplace. If I can’t take advantage of the few passing lanes on Long and Winding Road, I’m stuck until my workplace. My crankypants are pulled up and drawn tight by that point, and there’s no taking ‘em off. People give me the strangest look when I see it drive through town and I begin screaming, “The Pinto! The PINTO!”

Fortunately, the cranky that builds up on my way to work is usually stripped away by my lovely co-workers, or sometimes even the doctors themselves. (Yesterday, the highlight of my day was provided by none other than Second-In-Command Doctor talking about his “shrinkage.” Yes, he actually used that word. And yes, I burst out laughing when he said it. Okay, so he was actually talking about his height. But he did mention something about cold water, which made me laugh even harder. Oh, the puns…dirty, dirty mind. It was only made worse when he looked at me quizzically and asked, “Why is that funny?”)

In the end, all I can do is warn you to beware. Beware….the Pinto.

PintoAngryBaby

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