Friday, August 30, 2013

Interest in Pinterest

I, like every other female alive, have come to appreciate a little website called Pinterest.

A couple weeks ago, a friend of my husband saw me perusing online, and inquired what the appeal was, so I began sputtering:

"You don't even-
It's just-
Everything-
My life... -"

Of all the time wasters in my life (Facebook, YouTube, Google, MLIA...), I would have to say Pinterest is the one I try to justify most.  I tell myself I am trying to find a new recipe for dinner, or a gift idea for Josh, etc., etc...

If I actually had possession of all the pins I've saved... it could make a season finale for Extreme Hoarders on TLC.

 It's like, I don't need them, but you never know.  Someday I might.  Be prepared?

Pintervention please.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Customer is Always Right (Not)

The world of retail is a place I never thought I would find myself.  But unfortunately, being an aspiring writer doesn't actually pay many bills... at least until I complete my dream of a bestseller... someday...

#impossibledreams

Yes, I have spent the past 3 years in various retail positions, and I have learned some universal truths about working in a customer service setting.  So get ready for some exasperated honesty.

In retail, the key point is to treat the customer as though they are always right.  The reasoning behind this, is to help the customers to feel heard and valued.  Not a bad goal.  However, this quickly makes most people entitled douches the second they enter a store.

My job in customer service is to help the customer have a good experience, and find the things they need.  Great.  I am more than happy to help.

It's just... some days...

I have created personas for the various people I any retailer comes across any given day...
You'll understand.

The Bargain Shopper
Who doesn't like a good bargain?  No shame in that!  But please, understand you can't apply 6 coupons to one item.  Also, this is not a 3rd world marketplace where you can barter a price.  I'm glad you are prepared to pay full price for that comforter.  No, that doesn't mean I will throw in a blanket free.  A missing price tag does not mean it is free.  And stop switching the sale tags to the non-sale items.  We know our merchandise.  We want you to walk out happy about the money you spent, but understand, there are deals we can't cut just because you ask.

The "Do You Know How Important I Am?"
I'm so glad you have confidence.  However, it does not mean I will come to your house and assemble that desk.  I have a life outside of this store, if you'd believe it.  Stop talking on your phone while I check you out at the register.  It is so rude.  Being you doesn't qualify you for 50% off.  Hold up the line for 5 minutes while you nonchalantly fish in your purse/pockets for your credit card?  Why not...

The Night Shopper
I can't believe I even have to talk about this, but going to shop in a store 5 minutes before it closes is a JERK move.  You have another time this week to shop, I guarantee it.  Holding up 10 employees so you can browse for 45 minutes and load up your cart is completely obtuse.  GO HOME.

The Return-a-holic
Every time you shop, you inevitably return half of it the next day.  Here's a thought: decide what you need before you purchase!  It doesn't help that every time you return, you swear we aren't giving you all your money back.  It's right there on the receipt if you don't believe me.  Get a manager?  Sure.  They'll tell you the same thing I spent the last 10 minutes going over with you.  It's a time waster for us both!

The Parents With Reckless Children
I am a mother, so I understand it is hard to predict when your children will decide to be unruly in public.  There have to be limits and consequences though, and they need to be enforced.  An apologetic look after your kids topple the display I worked an hour on doesn't make it better.  If your kids can't handle themselves in a store for 15 minutes, don't bring them in.  We have a busy day, and it's really hard to get our stuff done, and clean up the merchandise your offspring just destroyed.

The One Who Touches Everything
It takes a lot to keep a store looking neat, well stocked, and organized.  It is a lot harder when you feel the need to pick up every item you see without putting it back the way you found it.  You wouldn't make a mess like that at home (at least I hope not), would you?  Just because you are not the one cleaning it up doesn't mean it is OK to create chaos in your wake.  Also, this is usually the one that never puts their cart away, consequently making us traverse an inferno-like parking lot to retrieve it.

The Lonely Talker
There's always that one person who wants to tell their life story while you check them out.  We don't mind being social.  In fact, it is a relief sometimes to have a nice conversation with a customer.  Please understand that we do have to get on with our day, and don't mean to snub you as we usher the next guest in line.  We can't pause our day.

The Critic/Comparison Shopper
Retail is demanding on a lot of levels.  It is a fast-paced, multi-tasking environment that works on a lot of levels.  We are sorry our store doesn't carry the same shelf as this store.  Did Amy at Wal-Mart cut you a better deal?  Great.  Shop there.  Honestly, we will do our best to help you.  Just know that attacking our establishment won't get your much farther.

My point is, please be nice to those cashiers.  Be polite to that associate.  Practice some patience while we locate that item.  We are happy to help.  It's just easier when you aren't a nightmare to deal with.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Rotary Youth Exchange (Young adventurers)

The other day, I was taking a trip down memory lane looking through old pictures (as one does) and was whisked back to my days as an exchange student.  I spent a year in Hungary.  That year was easily the most difficult of my teenage years, and my heart goes out to other young adults who decide embark on their own adventures abroad.  It is a thrilling, yet terrifying endeavor, and rarely goes the way you expect it to.  So I write this with you in mind, young ones (and also your parents), so you might understand the reality of things.

Now, don't get me wrong.  Going on an exchange might very well be the best decision you ever make.  For crying out loud, it is where I met my husband!  There are countless opportunities for growth and culture and self-discovery along the way.  There are also lots of red flags that are often kept hidden until it is too late, and you are alone in the big world without being prepared.

Let's simplify shall we?  I will make a list of the things I wish I would (or wouldn't) have known before embarking on my exchange.

1. I was sponsored through the Rotary Youth Exchange Program, but I guarantee that most every program is the same: they can NOT ensure your child's well being and safety.  They will do their best, I am sure.  But mistakes are made.  In my year I was placed under house arrest without provocation by my own host family, taken to clubs (by rotary alumni) with a lot of inappropriate activity going on, encouraged to party hard (drugs included), and boarded in hotels in very sketchy areas.  A few times I was even told to figure out my own place to stay the night before a Rotary event.  Traveled alone at night... well, you understand.  To me at the time, it was very exciting and made me feel adventurous and independent.  But looking back... so many dangerous circumstances that could have been avoided!  Of course, it does depend where you go on your exchange.  Different country, different rules.  But chances are, most places besides the states are deceptively lax with the students.

2.  On the note of partying, I would say about 85% of the exchange students I met were only in the program to have a good time.  If you are nervous about exposure to drugs, sex, and alcohol... well, you do have reason to be.  Most exchange programs have a lengthy sign-up process complete with interviews, and screenings.  It doesn't mean everyone that gets in is the cream of the crop. 

3. I'm going to stick a good note in here and say that if you (or your child) has a good head on their shoulders, chances are, everything will work out fine.  Ultimately, they did for me.  But I would be less than honest if I didn't mention that it was hard for me when I felt like I was not accepted by the other students (with the exception of a few friends).  I was branded as a boring stick-in-the-mud, and well, kids can be cruel, even if it is only through exclusion.  Just stay true to yourself.

4. Going foreign?  Learn as much of the language as you can in advance.  That should be obvious, but still, dedicate yourself.  It makes for a better experience.

5. Culture shock.  It will get you when you leave home, and when you come back.  You'll spend many nights crying your eyes out.  Just know it passes.  Coming home is ultimately harder than leaving home.

6. To help with culture shock, leave home where it is.  Don't bring a lot of stuff that will remind you of home.  Don't spend too much time on Facebook, or writing letters to friends.  Some of that is good.  Especially keep in touch with your family.  But don't prevent yourself from living in the moment.

7. Do things that make you uncomfortable.  Eat it if it looks weird.  Wear it even if you feel silly, say it even though it sounds wrong.  Just try.

8. Learn to ignore peer pressure.  Not just from other exchange students, but from students at your host school as well.  This might sound like it goes against #7, but you'll know the difference when you are standing there.  Try new things, yes.  But if you feel sincerely wrong about something, there is no shame in standing your ground.

9. The country you choose dictates so much, so please don't just pick the one that sounds the coolest, or the one with the most beaches, etc.  Really do your research on your options and CHOOSE WISELY.

10. Allow yourself to change.  It is such a huge experience, and you will not come back as the same person you were when you left.  Don't be afraid of those little alterations.  They will make you better, stronger, happier, and smarter than you were before.  You'll grow as much as you allow, and these changes will prepare you for the future in ways you won't even understand.

I don't regret my exchange, but I was so unprepared.  That's all.
Now what kind of nostalgia would this be if I didn't include a few pictures?!
 







 





Saturday, August 10, 2013

Bucket List

Listed in no particular order.  Some have already been completed, of course.  But that's the idea isn't it?

1. Travel Europe
2. Become a published author
3. Marry the love of my life
4. Do something impossible
5. Meet the Shaytards
6. Run a marathon
7. Be a mother
8. Visit all 50 states
9. Go skydiving
10. See the northern lights
11. Learn to speak French fluently
12. Master the ukulele
13. Get a dog
14. Land the star role in a play
15. Take part in a flash mob
16. Graduate from college
17. Vlog a year of my life
18. Donate my hair
19. Have a perfect day
20. Visit The Wizarding World of Harry Potter

Added 10/15/14
21. Become an Isagenix millionaire

Added 12/23/14
22. Be able to do the splits

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

So, Today

Right now, I am writing just to write.  Whatever pops into my head.

This might get weird.  More likely, very rambly and all over the place.  Because that is the way my head works.

So, after a few "social ventures" I think I know the key to success.  The key is to genuinely not care about any conclusions someone could be drawing about me.  Also, not to leap to any myself.  I have found that I am much more content when I take each experience for what it turns out to be and stop over thinking.  Did they think that joke I just told is lame?  Oh well.  Did they notice how weirdly sweaty I felt?  So what if they did?  I feel comfortable with myself the way I am, and that's quite nice.  I laughed exactly 18 times, and 17 of those were sincere.  The one pity laugh was directed at myself, so... not bad.

The past few days have been really good.  I've felt a steady sort of peace that helps me feel a lot happier, despite my brain trying to tell me how miserable I should be.  I am tired of my anxiety and depression ruling out how my week will go before it even starts.  I try not to keep score with myself, but I think this week is leaning in my favor.  I take pride in that.  It's all about the little victories, and I think the more I put myself out there, the more I feel like my old self again, which is the real me.

I try and find 1 truly beautiful thing every day to keep me smiling.

My favorite was when Josh got home from work yesterday.  Landon always gets so excited when his daddy walks through that door.  He started giggling, and Josh just lit up, despite how exhausted I knew he had to be.  It's one of those moments you want to replay over and over.  Probably the most beautiful thing of my week so far.

WAIT.  I also made some pretty delicious cake Sunday... so ... maybe that's in the running too.

Speaking of food, what is up with caramel lately?  I mean, I don't mind it, but lately it's like this constant craving.  I want to douse everything in caramel.  So weird. #IpromiseI'mnotpregnant

In the past 3 weeks I have received 6 compliments from customers at work (so, total strangers) about how I have perfect skin.  I blame this on my epic, awesome sister-in-law Andrea, because she hooked me up with a bunch of Nu Skin products.  She does lab work for them, and I have been using that stuff every day.  Looks like it works!  If you would like random strangers to compliment your face also (I don't see why you wouldn't), check it.

I am really proud that I killed a scorpion all by myself the other day.  Usually I have to yell for Josh to come get them, because every time I see one I jump up on a chair and I'm like, "BACK DEMON!  BACK TO THE FIERY CHASM WITH YOU!"
It was in the laundry room just chillin on the floor.  And when I was done peeing my pants, I got a shoe and smacked the crap out of it.  Seriously I hit it like, 10 times at least.  It didn't put up much of a fight (whichmayormayNOTbebecauseitturnsoutitwasalreadydeadinthefirstplace)... but in my heart, I still felt like a hero.

Little victories people.
(Someday I'll graduate to killing live ones)

OH, And can we please be so freaking happy together that Juan Pablo is the next Bachelor?  Ho.ly.Crap.  It's like, all my prayers have been answered.  I just... why isn't it January yet?

Wheeeeelllll... I guess I'm done spouting off.  Sometimes you just need to spout nonsensical topics. 

Kthxbye. :)

Friday, August 2, 2013

Nice Guys (don't) Finish Last.

Boys, stop saying that. 
And I already know this article will make some people really annoyed with me.
Eh.  I'm over that.

I once was talking to a friend who was frustrated that the girl he liked was into a "bad" guy, and he was stuck in the friendzone.  I didn't tell him what I thought, because honestly, he wouldn't have liked it.

He finished his rant by uttering the phrase, "Nice guys finish last..."

I just, I just.... I have so many problems with that.
I'm about to get a little rambly.

Friendzoning is a real thing.  I won't deny that.  But if you are stuck in the friendzone, it's partially your fault!  When I say partially... I mean mostly.

If you are a boy reading this, let's call your paramour Honey.  Just to simplify.

Honey put you in the friendzone because you didn't do anything to tell her otherwise.  Yes, you are the good guy in her life.  You listen, you give advice, give the best hugs, and tell her how special she is.  Just to be clear, you basically do the same things her best girlfriends do.  And you will not get different considerations because you are a guy.  You can't wait for Honey to figure out she should fall into your arms.  She won't do that by herself.  She will keep dating douchebags until you do something that sets you apart from her other girlfriends.

Also, every girl goes through a douchebag phase.  We see that jerk and think we can tame him.  We think we can be the one to make him commit and come back down to earth.  And deep down, Honey knows it isn't possible.  She knows it is better to stay away.  But she wants to be a little crazy, and a little bad.  Bad boys see girls like Honey a mile away and enjoy reeling them in.  It's a sick game.  If you want to save you and Honey the heartache that roller coaster delivers... you have to step in reaaallly early on in the game.

I get it, you see the best in her.  She is a great girl.  Rejection is scary.  But I will tell you the same thing you tell her when that douche from before breaks her heart.

If she doesn't want you, you don't deserve her.

If you are the nice, sweet, down-to-earth, prince charming you profess to be (don't misinterpret my sarcasm, I really am sure you have the best intentions) then don't settle for a girl who is set on chasing the wrong men.

Don't wait for her to come around.

My rendition of the phrase is like this:
Nice guys underestimate themselves.

Before I met my husband, I dated my mix of jerks and nice guys.  The nice guys were great.  But they weren't the man I was looking for.  Not the guy I needed.

If she rejects you, accept she doesn't see you as her soul mate.  Don't waste time.  Stop falling for your best friend.  Focus on your own search.  Because there is a girl out there that will love everything you are.

Just, ok?

Keep being nice guys. 
You don't finish last.












It isn't a race!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Speak Out.

So I don't know how I feel about writing this post.
Because no matter what it is going to come across as really apathetic and saddish.
Bwlegh.

That is actually the sound I just made.

The problem is, this post involves confessions and a slight baring of the soul.  Which is hard to do.  But I am a writer, so like it or not, it is something my craft demands.  Just usually, I use other characters to tell my secrets, and this is so uh, blunt.

I just, I don't want pity.  Or sympathy.  Or people to treat me like I have "fragile" tape plastered all over my body.

I just hear that being open is the first step.  Not keeping it to myself.  Which I've been doing for a while.

So I have depression.
Had it for a while now, in fact.

Damn Darn, that's so embarrassing.

But I guess knowing why I have been feeling the way I have, it's helpful.

I admire those who battle this disease with such gusto, such energy, that you never doubt they will conquer it in the end.  I want to be one of those.

How do I explain it though?  Depression is not sadness.  It is a concentrated attack on your self esteem.  On your confidence and self-worth.  You just feel like hope is lost sometimes.  And everyone, depressed or not, feels that at some point, I think.  But my depression causes those feelings to be felt more acutely; it prolongs them.  Genuinely it is hard to remember that I have so many things to be immeasurably happy about.

Believe me, there are so many things.

And every day that passes gives me a greater capacity to confront myself and conquer my demons.

I have help :)  (That means my husband is the coolest.  For those who aren't fluent in sappy.)

And for those of you who also suffer what my head refers to as "The Great Struggle", keep going.  I'm rooting for you.  You're happier than you think.  Better than you know.  Keep putting on that smile, and even if it's fake sometimes, it will become genuine.  Promise.

I can honestly say, today I'm happy.

And my readers?  Really, don't be afraid to shake me up a bit.  No fragile tape, remember?

"The habit of being happy enables one to be freed, or largely freed, from the domination of outward conditions." -Robert Louis Stevenson