Step 1

My resume has been sent to my friend that works at the company I am hoping to work for. Next step, application, testing and interview. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

ugly, no good, rotten day

I am officially over Mondays. Today has been not good. Work is trying to say the least. I want to scream, vent, yell. It won't do me any good, so I just suck it up. 13 more days... 13 more days.

Just a typical Sunday afternoon

10/10/10 just another day right? Well, sort of. I spent my Sunday afternoon meeting Stevie Wonder, musical legend. :) No big deal.

pardon me...

Pardon me for a second while I am an asshole.

I understand that we went through a really traumatic event. Maybe it hasn't even hit me fully. Yes, I cried. I was a basket case for 2 days. Then, I just stopped crying. I haven't cried once since about the whole thing. I snapped out of whatever it was and have been moving on. Yes, I have had anxiety issues, but I do the best I can and move on. With that said... dear boyfriend of mine, I am so tired of hearing about your lack of sense of smell/taste since the incident. I am not blowing it off, but if you refuse to do anything about it. I refuse to hear about it anymore. You had a panic attack when we were cleaning out the storage unit. You were in a closed up van and the smell got to you. I get it, I really do. Your body's way of coping is to shut down your sense of smell. I am not a doctor of any sort but it seems pretty damn logical to me. The options you have to fix it are going to involve medication and/or therapy of some sort. I am just losing my ability to be sympathetic to you if you won't do anything about it. There are only so many times I can listen to you talk about it before I lose it. The topic is wearing oh so thin with me right now.

The details.

I was unhappy at my job. I was tired, really, really tired. So, I did something about it. I quit. I quit because I am ready to have a big kid job. I am ready to get up in the morning and be a contributing member of society. I am ready for a steady paycheck and benefits. I was tired of being treated like I didn't matter. As the fact that I have quit has sunk in, I am really, really happy with it. My decision was made purely for me. I finally stuck up for me. Granted it took me having a near breakdown in Walmart to realize it. It took a sick baby with a fever and a mishap at the pharmacy to realize how much I couldn't handle it anymore. It took screaming and crying to realize that my happiness is not worth a job. I shouldn't have to cry about my job. A shitty paying job at that. I haven't ever gotten a raise, in the almost 7 years that I have been there. I work terrible hours. I am over it and done. Oh and that shittiness that I was expecting because of it. Yeah, pretty sure that my last few weeks are going to be terrible. I am already dreading going in and dealing with it. I am better than it, so I will grit my teeth and bare it. At the end of the day, I still did it. :)

one big step...

I quit my job. I should say that I gave my notice, I gave more than 2 weeks to be nice but I did it. It had gotten to a nasty point. I hated every second that I was there. I hated being disrespected and treated like crap. So, I quit. No I don't have a job... yet. I am working on my resume and have a job to apply to. Please keep your fingers crossed for me.
When I gave my notice to the owner I also let them know why, specifically. I have a feeling that this will cause my last weeks there to be very uncomfortable. I am on the verge of a panic attack and there is nothing that I can do about it. I am not the greatest with confrontation, but I have a sneaking suspicion that I am going to have to defend myself/try and ignore a barrage of comments and heckles. I know what I did is the right thing, but that doesn't make this feeling in the pit of my stomach go away. The kicker is that I am not the only one that felt this way, but I will be targeted. In fact as I was writing this it started. I am trying to remain professional, but it is really hard when I feel like I am being bullied for doing what I thought was necessary.

I guess that I am a photographer.

I started a Flickr account so that it would be easier to share pictures with everyone. Well, I guess that it has paid off. I received an email yesterday that a photo that I took (and can be found on my Flickr account) is on the short list to be included in the twelfth edition of Schmap Chicago Guide. You can check out the eleventh edition here. It doesn't pay anything, the guide is free... but, if my picture is picked I get my name below a picture that I took.

Here is the picture that may be included.

This is the view out of our window while staying at the Doubletree. Lake Michigan can be seen between the buildings.

(This is the exact blog post that I used for our family blog too.)