A Letter III

My last post was me airing my grievances about an issue I was having at work and decided after reading your comments that yes, I needed to actually share my feelings about the situation with my boss. Since my best form of communication is writing (in case you didn’t know), I decided to write a letter. I’ve previously shared a letter my ex and a letter to my ex best friend, but this one’s different; this one I actually sent.

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Airing My Grievances

Ya’ll, I’m as blessed as a sneeze and I know it. I don’t have a lot to complain about, but watch out ’cause I’m pissed. Continue reading

My Really Shitty Date

To continue on from my previous post, another fun fact about me is when I have spare time I clean. Or at least that’s what happened the other morning. I got ready for work and had some extra time, so I broke out the Windex and cleaned a mirror. Once the mirror was all shiny and dust-free, I caught a glimpse of 2 white hairs sticking straight up in the forefront of my luscious locks. Just in case you don’t know, I’M ONLY 27!

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I’m an Adult!

When I was younger more naive, I associated coming of age with a number. Depending on how old you were determined your level of kid vs. adult. Age nine and below, you are  a kid; plain and simple. Then you have this weird purgatory of not really being a kid and definitely not a teen, but as soon as you turn 13, doors just start to open for you. Not literally though–that’s just what my little brain told me. Continue reading

And the Hits Just Keep On Coming

Yesterday… the Mondayist of Mondays. I left work early because my boss took so much pity on me, and this streak just doesn’t seem to want to end.

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Yesterday: I woke up and got ready per usual. I knew my day at work was going to be a full one because I had spent all of last week working events out of the office (happy belated National Public Health Week ya’ll!). I was planning on spending my morning in my meeting then the afternoon playing catch up with missed phone calls and emails from the week before. Continue reading

Not-So-Super Kinda·Stition

Superstitions. Do you have any? Are you afraid of black cats; of breaking mirrors; of walking under ladders? Are you scared of leaving the house on Friday the 13th? Do you refuse to open an umbrella whilst inside? Continue reading

Next Time On The Real Housewives…

I tell people I’m a reality blogger because I don’t like the term “lifestyle blogger.” I don’t mean it in a “put things into the universe if you want them to come to be” type way. But lately it feels as though I’m living my own version of The Real Housewives. Not that I have drama in my life personally (thank you universe), but some of my friends are being put through the ringer. Continue reading