Saturday, April 28, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Too much house!
I love owning my own home but sometimes I get oddly jealous of my sister and BF for their very humble and rented abodes. Primarily for their swimming pools but also for their limited space and limited decorating options. *hangs head in shame*
I love decorating my house and I have so many ideas and rooms still to go but that's the problem isn't it? Too much work left to do; not to mention the fact that I have some work to re-do. FYI: trim and doors...always oil paint. Two coats and move on.
The other problem is that I've filled up my house. I've lived here for two years, alone, and I've used up every closet. It's bad. I need to de-clutter but when you start making plans it sort of snowballs into large schemes of office organizing and wardrobe overhauls and the "to-do" list becomes a shopping list!
No. No more.
I'm keeping it simple. I'm picking something to throw away (or donate or re-gift) every day. In a year or so, I'll re-evaluate. Also, stop impulse shopping now. I'm keeping a running list of things I'm allowed to buy based upon needs and rewards (because I gots to have rewards) but the impulse trips to Old Navy are over. On this same note, no more browsing the internets and all catalogues are being tossed. You can't tempt me Boston Proper and Talbot's!
I love decorating my house and I have so many ideas and rooms still to go but that's the problem isn't it? Too much work left to do; not to mention the fact that I have some work to re-do. FYI: trim and doors...always oil paint. Two coats and move on.
The other problem is that I've filled up my house. I've lived here for two years, alone, and I've used up every closet. It's bad. I need to de-clutter but when you start making plans it sort of snowballs into large schemes of office organizing and wardrobe overhauls and the "to-do" list becomes a shopping list!
No. No more.
I'm keeping it simple. I'm picking something to throw away (or donate or re-gift) every day. In a year or so, I'll re-evaluate. Also, stop impulse shopping now. I'm keeping a running list of things I'm allowed to buy based upon needs and rewards (because I gots to have rewards) but the impulse trips to Old Navy are over. On this same note, no more browsing the internets and all catalogues are being tossed. You can't tempt me Boston Proper and Talbot's!
Monday, April 9, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Amy sad :(
So I didn't get my dream job. And it hurts. I've been wanting to be an administrator (preferrably on my campus) for years and I finally get the chance to apply this year because of a retirement and I failed utterly. Well, maybe not utterly but that is how it feels. It seems as though my BF is getting hired and I am happy for him. I told him ahead of time that I thought he was perfect for the job (which he is) and that I would be nothing but happy if it went to him (which I am).
But I'm also unhappy and disappointed and jealous. This was my closest change at an administration job; I apply for openings nearly every week but I am a stranger to them. This. was. my. chance. and I blew it.
Maybe if I'd been more visible on campus... maybe if I'd dressed more professionally every day... maybe if I'd complained less about the problems we are having... maybe if I'd complained more and offered constructive criticism and ideas... maybe if I'd worked more openly with the adminstrators who aren't retireing... maybe if I hadn't filed with HR on my principal... maybe if I hadn't done quite such an "incredible" job on our attendance needs assessment that made us look bad...
Too many maybes and no answers. I'll need to mourn for a bit. I'll keep applying elsewhere. I'll keep trying to get my name out there. I'll keep hoping that maybe this decision isn't official...that it's really just gossip...that I did get the job. What also hurts is that I know my co-workers prefer my BF and are happy with this; that they would've been disappointed had it been me.
Oh well. Life goes on. Applications get sent.
But I'm also unhappy and disappointed and jealous. This was my closest change at an administration job; I apply for openings nearly every week but I am a stranger to them. This. was. my. chance. and I blew it.
Maybe if I'd been more visible on campus... maybe if I'd dressed more professionally every day... maybe if I'd complained less about the problems we are having... maybe if I'd complained more and offered constructive criticism and ideas... maybe if I'd worked more openly with the adminstrators who aren't retireing... maybe if I hadn't filed with HR on my principal... maybe if I hadn't done quite such an "incredible" job on our attendance needs assessment that made us look bad...
Too many maybes and no answers. I'll need to mourn for a bit. I'll keep applying elsewhere. I'll keep trying to get my name out there. I'll keep hoping that maybe this decision isn't official...that it's really just gossip...that I did get the job. What also hurts is that I know my co-workers prefer my BF and are happy with this; that they would've been disappointed had it been me.
Oh well. Life goes on. Applications get sent.
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