Bryanna and the City

Friday, March 30, 2007

She works hard for the money...

Since I started this blog back in the summer of 2004, I've had 6 different jobs. SIX, people! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6! And I must admit that I've been pretty damn good at not blogging about work, even if I do, occasionally, blog at work. This is not because I've never wanted to blog about work/co-workers, it's merely due to the fact that I could never live down the embarrassment - and subsequent shaming from my mother - if I were ever to be 'dooced'.

With certain jobs I've had, there were times that I mentally vowed to call-out bitchy/cliquey/infuriating co-workers, via this blog, once my contract had ended, but I guess I never got around to it. Or, rather, I realised that matching hate with hate was not the answer...or something equally profound like that.

Yeah, some people got on my nerves. Yeah, some people systematically isolated me from human contact for four months. And, yeah, some jobs forced me into credit card debt (for the first time in my life) and near nervous breakdown. But in the end, they turned out to be just another EXPERIENCE(!) that I could twist into something FABULOUS (!) that taught me many WONDERFUL(!), TRANSFERABLE(!) SKILLS(!) that my next employer WANTS(!) and NEEDS(!).

For example, in my last job I bedazzled a poster (not once, but twice. YAY!). Now, on the surface, you could say that all I did was super glue 135 tiny crystals to a 3ft by 6ft piece of paper, losing some of my eye-sight in the process, but when translated into resume speak it sounds something more like this: Using my creative skills and attention to detail, I adapted existing conference materials to make it easier for prospective clients to understand the company's services. See? It's so easy.

In two months I could be moving on to job #7. I'm hoping this isn't so, but in the event that I have to hit the pavement, yet again, I'm now thinking of ways to creatively translate my current position of cutting and pasting all day into something fabulous.

So far, I've come up with nothing.

Monday, March 19, 2007

I can never say "no" to free

The company I work for likes to spoil its employees, which, on the whole, is pretty sweet. Catered lunches during busy periods, company sponsored parties and social events, as well as a constant supply of snacks/coffee/tea/pop/juice makes going into work at 9:00 in the morning a whole lot easier. However, in recent weeks, I have developed an unhealthy dependence on diet sodas, diet Pepsi, to be exact. It started as a just-a-once-in-a-while treat, but has quickly escalated into a two cans-a-day, full-on addiction. I had been denying it for a week or so until someone "Wikipedia-ed" aspartame this past only took the word formaldehyde to scare me straight. So now, I'm cutting down to one-can-a-day, replacing the other can with at least two large glasses of water and, by next week, I hope to have it cut out completely. Wish me luck...I may get cranky.

*BONUS: If you want to see a really cute video of Sean's niece, Natalie, go HERE. I'm the dorky person holding her and I swear that's her letting out a toot at the end of the video.

Monday, March 12, 2007

So, like, um...

It's my Birthday. And I'm 24. And you'd better wish me a good one or you'll make me cry.

The End.

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Confession: I am a bad citizen.

This always happens to me.
I get on the bus after work.
Snag myself a comfy seat.
Pull out my current reading.
Read two lines.
The bus stops for passengers at the next stop.
And then.
Of course.
Without fail.
Granny McCanihaveyourseatpleasedear? makes her way on the bus.
And I - being all goddamn-not-again-this-happens-every-single-time - get up and offer her my seat before she even has to ask.
With a smile.
Of course.

Because my momma raised me that way.

Some day.
I will be old, too.

It doesn't stop me from thinking bad thoughts.

I know.
I'm terrible.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Maybe it's the diet Pepsi I just drank, but

sometimes I honestly believe that I might be bi-polar (edit: I mean manic depressive...can't even get my mental illnesses straight these days). I mean, just two days ago I was feeling so horribly "meh", that the task of eating or enjoying something/anything about life seemed impossibly pointless. But, now - right this second - I have a ridiculous urge to get up from my desk and shake some serious bootay. And I'm not even listening to music. In reality, I would *never do that, but the inclination is there all the same. Maybe it's the change in weather. Maybe it's because my 24th birthday is fast approaching. Maybe it's because I saw a really cute green skirt in a consignment store window last night and the first chance I have to go back, I will, and I will buy it (just you try and stop me!). Maybe it's the aspartame I just injested. Or, maybe, just maybe, I actually am crazy ... all I know is that today is a lot better than yesterday.

* that's a very loosely used never

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