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Tales from Funemployment: Conclusion

My brief yet stressful stint as an unemployed woman is over! Though I suppose I was never technically unemployed in the first place. This whole short series was a complete lie right from the start.

Anyway, I’m officially employed now so it doesn’t even matter anymore. I’m still at the same company, which I have mixed feelings about. On the one hand, I am a creature of habit and this place is familiar to me now. On the other hand, I now have a sour taste in my mouth due to this place and I don’t exactly feel as secure here as I once did.  i do really like my new job so far, though. I’m doing copy editing and I’m really excited to begin building my skills in this area. I think this will help make me better suited for more opportunities in the future and will hopefully help me on my way to my dream job.

The work is so completely different from everything I was doing before. It’s so relaxing! I don’t dread coming in to work anymore. I don’t have to worry about meetings and putting fires out and playing goalie with my inbox. I just get to come in, quietly do my work, and go home. It’s fabulous. It’s providing me with a much needed mental break.

I’m just happy I can get my life back on track. Though I think the track may look a bit different from here on out. Stay tuned. I think it’s going to be good.

 

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Friday Night Likes | 02

Ann Street Studio

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I mean. Everything on this website is beautiful. And the CINEMAGRAPHS. A cinemagraph is my most favorite thing in the world, I think. Jamie & Kevin Burg are insanely talented. All the photography is exquisite and I just lost a half hour of my life perusing the website looking for pictures to use. I had a hard time paring it down. Plus, how out-of-this-world gorgeous is Jamie? Complete glam, always. I want to be her when I grow up.

*all pictures via annstreetstudio.com. click the photos to go to the posts they originally appeared in.*

All the Things

Making: pumpkin and apple everything. All I want to do is bake in the fall.
Cooking: dinner.  I’m working on paying more attention to what I’m eating again.
Drinking: water. And not enough. Have to work on that. Also, ALL THE PUMPKIN BEER. I love fall.
Reading: Nothing! Can you believe it? I’ve read seven books (including these) in the last two-ish weeks and now I’ve run out. Suggestions?
Wanting: my own place again. Living with mom isn’t the worst scenario, but it’s taxing. And I want my own space back. All in due time, grasshopper.
Looking: for clarity.
Playing: the Juno soundtrack. It’s a good one that I forgot about.
Wasting: probably food. Why do I always cook like I’m making a meal for 800 people?
Sewing: I have two pairs of pants I need to hem. Add that to my every growing To Do list.
Wishing: for stability. Roots. A place to call my own.
Enjoying: the ride. Or trying to, anyway.
Waiting: for things to fall into place.
Liking:  did we talk about the pumpkin beer situation? Oh, we did? Okay then.
Wondering: oh gosh. I’m always wondering. I’m wondering if I should have a snack.
Loving: living with my puppy again. I love the greeting I get when I come home from work.
Hoping: I get my shit together.
Marveling: at the amount of clothes my mother has. Why can’t we be the same size, why?
Needing:  my dream job. Could someone tell me what it is? And then help me get it?
Smelling: dog breath.
Wearing: workout clothes that MATCH.
Following: my gut.
Noticing: the changing color of the leaves. Love it.
Knowing: that everything will end up the way it’s supposed to.
Thinking: that I want to go to the bookstore.
Feeling: more awake than I should.
Bookmarking: photography tutorials.
Opening: emails. And unsubscribing from all this inbox clutter.
Giggling: while watching New Girl with my mom.
Feeling: optimistic.

september goals

september goals

I know we are already a week deep into September, but I’m feeling rather adrift in the world lately and lists and goals always help me to feel somewhat centered.

I know I want to write. I want to be a writer. I am the only one keeping myself from doing this, and I know it. I just need to sit down and force myself to do it. I’m not exactly sure what my mental block with this is, except maybe just general laziness. In any case, I need to knock it off. I want to work on a novel and also start figuring out this whole freelance thing. I want to write up some stories and articles and start submitting them. I just need to brainstorm what the heck to write about.

Organizing. When am I not organizing something? The answer is never. Especially now that I am crammed in a small bedroom at my mom’s house I really need to get my act together and try to keep things somewhat neat and orderly. Again, my laziness is my biggest issue here.

Speaking of my laziness! My workout schedule just completely fell apart this summer. All my hard work over the spring just went right out the window. The stress of moving home and losing my job has not helped the situation. I’m babying myself a little with this one and not immediately diving into being strict with my eating and insane about working out. My stress level is already pretty high, so putting pressure on myself to eat perfectly and work out eight days a week won’t help.

I have been trying to cook at home more. I am getting back into the habit of planning menus and counting calories and being more conscious of what I am eating. Plus there is just something about fall that makes me want to get out the Crock Pot and all my muffin tins and just go to town. I’ve been building up my arsenal of healthy versions of my favorite fall comfort foods (you can see what I have so far on my Pinterest board!).

Here’s to a fabulous fall!

moving is the worst

Yeah, I know. This isn’t an Earth-shattering revelation or anything. I don’t know anyone who has ever said “I LOVE moving! Weee!” But still. It’s really not a fun time. It’s not even a “meh” time. It really blows.

I’m moving out of my apartment this week and it feels like I will never be finished packing shit up. It probably doesn’t help that I’ve been packing while I consume all episodes of Orange is the New Black like an addict, but still. I keep finding another corner or cabinet with stuff in it. “Shit, I was using this cabinet above the stove? What’s even in here? Oh a bundt pan. Yes. Yes I may want to make a bundt someday. I’d better pack this.”

I have eight million boxes it feels like. My apartment has turned into some kind of really complex maze. And six million of those boxes are all labeled kitchen. I don’t know how that happened. My kitchen isn’t that big. This makes me fearful of the amount of stuff I could fit into a normal sized kitchen. The amount of stuff I could store and never use (bundt pans, so many bundt pans!).

And really, the best, most fun part of this move hasn’t even happened yet. The part where I get to somehow fit all of my accumulated Thing I Absolutely Need into my childhood bedroom. Should be exciting!

Wish me luck, would you?

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che sara, sara

Che sara, sara. What will be, will be.

I have this tattooed on the inside of my wrist because as a self proclaimed control freak, going with the flow can sometimes be hard for me.

Che sara, sara. What will be, will be. Everything will be okay.

I’ve been glancing at my wrist a lot this week. This has been one of craziest, scariest, most surreal weeks of my life.

On Monday, I found out the position I currently hold at my company has been eliminated, thus leaving me jobless.

There have been whispers and rumors and all kinds of speculation that something was going down at work, but I don’t think any of us thought it was going to be quite so drastic.There’s a lot of background and details surrounding this event, but I’m not going to get into them. Suffice it to say that as of August 30th I am no longer employed by my company and for the next week and a half all I am supposed to do is forward emails. Which I can do from my couch.

My initial reaction to this news was “Fuck me.” Which was immediately followed by “Funemployment!” So basically I have been on a complete roller coaster of emotion this week ranging from “my life is the worst” to “this is awesome”. As a weird coincidence, my BFF H also lost her job last week, so at the very least I am in good company.

I’m not sure how things will pan out. My brain is going in a thousand different directions as I try to figure out what my best option is.

On the plus side, I now have plenty of time to blog and I’m sure this experience will result in lots of blog fodder, so stay tuned.

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We Need A Boat

I really think I am meant to be wealthy. Something went horribly wrong somewhere, clearly.

N invited me to go with him to his summer manager’s outing for work. This is huge because he usually invites me no where. So I said yes even though it was a Boston Harbor cruise and the last Boston Harbor cruise I went on was in college and it was awful.

Trapped on a boat for hours with people you’re not really friends with? I’ll pass, thanks.

But the allure of putting on a cute outfit combined with feeling super special about him wanting me to go at all pulled me in. So I put on my cute outfit and we headed into town.

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It was approximately one billion degrees last night and it took us forever to find the right boat. Once we did I was pleasantly surprised. It was a yacht! With bedrooms on it even! And the bathrooms all had bathtubs in them! Bathtubs, on a boat!

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Also, open bar. A drink was immediately put in my hand which is really the best way to introduce me to a room full of strangers.

We settled in on some sofas on the deck and the boat headed into the harbor. There were gorgeous views of the city and we got to watch planes take off from the airport.

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It was a lovely night and I ended up having a great time. We got in just as it started to drizzle out and there was some lightening in the distance but the storm never passed over us. Shame really, nothing like a good summer storm on a hot night.

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Disappointment.

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So remember how last time I was saying how the day started off so crappy and then I found that house and I was so excited?

Well, I immediately jumped all over that hot little piece of property. Open house Saturday, offer in on Monday. It was perfect. Everything I could have hoped for in a house. Good neighborhood, partially finished basement, garage, adorable Cape style, decent yard. And priced ridiculously low. All it needed was some cosmetic updates.

We were one of NINETEEN offers. Nineteen! We put in a really good, solid offer. Well over the asking price.

And we came in second. Some cash offer, no inspection hood rats came in and got it. Clearly as an investment property because it was clear that for a small amount of money this place could be flipped to make a pretty profit.

I will say it now: flipping houses should not be allowed. You people are stealing houses out of an already very slim market for first time home-buyers like me. Then you are fixing them up and pricing them so we can’t afford them. And it is NOT FAIR. GO AWAY. You assholes.

If these cash offer asshats don’t come through with their earnest money in the next week or so, then my offer will be the winner and I get the house, but the odds of that happening are extremely slim. Please keep your fingers crossed for me anyway!

I had dreams of taking the time to fix it up. Having barbeques in the yard. Hearing the pitter patter of my future children’s feet running up and down the stairs. Ripping out those kitchen cabinets and putting in my dream kitchen.

And someone else just saw dollar signs. And it isn’t right.

This house was just too perfect. I know that this just wasn’t meant to be, and someday (hopefully soon) I will find another house that is at least as good, maybe even better, and this house will be forgotten.

But until then I am super disappointed.

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Complaining

It’s cold and rainy.

I was running super late for work this morning.

I gained weight this week instead of lost it.

I forgot my banana.

The line at the Dunks drive thru was too long for me to get in. I didn’t get out and go inside because of my first complaint.

I found a really gross, albeit dead, bug on my perfume tray this morning.

Everyone else in my group at work took today off. I am ALONE.

It’s Friday. Friday’s are not supposed to be this complaint-ridden. I told it as much. “Get your shit together, Friday,” I said when I got to work.

Then I braved the cold and drizzle and walked to the coffee shop and got a very strong iced coffee that was $.50 more than Dunks which seemed reasonable.

When I got inside the office and checked my email I saw that I had a mystery credit in my Shoemint account. I don’t know where it came from, but I ordered the shoes I’ve had my eye on and only paid the $10 in shipping.

I checked real estate listings for my area to see if anything new had come up in my price range and LO AND BEHOLD we had a winner. A perfect little Cape in a decent neighborhood that needed some cosmetic updating. It’s  in my price range AND it’s having an open house tomorrow. AND it has a garage.

So thanks Friday, or Universe, or Powers That Be. I’m glad you heard my plea.

 

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Workin’ on My Fitness

For the past three or so years, I’ve been trying to lose weight. But really, aren’t we all? Well maybe everyone except for Skinny E from work. But she’s a runner, so she probably has some crazy fitness related goal like “I want to be able to run 500 miles instead of 400”. Whatever.

Anyway, I used to look like this:

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This was May of 2010 on a trip to Myrtle Beach. I knew when I was on that trip that once I got home something had to change. I was sick of feeling uncomfortable in my body and self conscious all the time. I love clothes and shopping and it was really frustrating to not be satisfied with the way things looked on my body.

So I did a couple things. First, I tried the South Beach diet. I completed the first round, which if memory serves was about two weeks with no carbs. I lost weight. Then I tracked calories using Lose It! and I also did Weight Watchers Online for awhile. I took up yoga and started going on walks. I ended up losing about 20lbs and I’ve maintained that loss for the past couple years.

This is what I looked like in May 2011 (one year later):

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Yes, I DO love this color.

I’ve been lamenting over losing “the last ten pounds” since the last picture was taken. I’ll get on kicks where I’ll track what I’m eating and then someone will invite me out to dinner or a birthday party will come up and I’d un-do all my hard work. It was a perpetual hamster wheel where I was just maintaining. But I wanted more.

Last spring I started running. I  n e v e r thought I would be a runner in a million years. This last December I ran my first 5k. Running continues to be a staple workout and I’m trying to work on improving my speed and distance.

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I am fully aware this is not a good look for me.

A few months ago two of my best friends and I (holler H & G!) sort of stumbled into a major health kick. All three of us track calories, bought heart rate monitors and are working out at least 4-5 days a week. We’ve been sharing successes and failures, cheering each other on when we’re doing great, and motivating each other on days when we just don’t think we have it in us to get off the couch. This support has made a huge difference. Where I was never able to keep myself motivated for more than a week or two at a time, I’ve been consistently eating better and working out for just about two straight months now. I feel fan-fucking-tastic.

I haven’t actually lost much more weight, but I feel stronger and thinner. I’ve gone down a pants size. I feel healthy. And I am loving this feeling. I love my workouts and I HATE having to miss one. I love running now. Lucky for me I live near the ocean and running along the water just does something to my soul.

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And the endorphins! You guys, they’re real! My mood is about 800 times better after a great workout. Hell, it’s still like 500 times better after a shitty workout.

I wish I’d started this sooner. I always thought it would be too hard, or I wouldn’t have time, or living this way wouldn’t be sustainable. Oh, the lies we tell ourselves. It’s not hard, I don’t suffer, and not only is living this way sustainable, I KNOW I’ll never go back to being that unhealthy girl I was before.

I mean, I’m not a psychopath about this. I have dessert. I go out to eat. I just make better choices. I watch portion sizes, I cook at home far more often, and I savor every bite when I do indulge. Like, I went  to Shake Shack last weekend and I  pulled out all the stops. But I also worked out like a mofo last week to prepare. It’s all about balance.

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Worth it.

It doesn’t matter if you want to lose ten pounds or 60 pounds. It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to lose any weight at all. Being healthy is just plain good for you. You’ll feel fabulous, I promise.

If you’re on Instagram, my friends and I have started the hashtag #slamminbysummer to keep each other updated (ok, really just to humblebrag like crazy, but still). Feel free to join in on this fitness fun!

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