Straight Hair, Don't Care

I have always wanted curly hair, but of course I was born with the straightest hair on the plant, other than my mothers. My hair will not hold curl at all! I bought extentions and had Bri curl them for college graduation and for Angela's wedding, but that is the closest I've come to have curls! I have tired curling irons, curlers, the wand, straightner and all kinds of curling products. NOTHING WORKS!!! 
I was shopping at Ulta on Monday night when I found these cool things! They said that you are just supposed to put them in your hair when it is damp or freshly washed, and then make sure your hair drys with them in there and WA LA... Curly hair :)
I was SOLD! I have tried everything else, so why not waste $7 to buy some tool thats not going to work?! I got home put them all in and was ready to see magic happen.....

Well, this is what I looked like! So attractive, I know! I put them in around 8, and took them out at about 10:30. To my surprise, I had a little bit of curl going on! I figured that if it worked on my not damp or freshly washed hair, then I had a good shot of getting up a little early and trying it out when I got out of the shower.
So I got up early yesterday morning and put them in! ... nothing. GO FIGURE $7 more down the drain and I still have not figured out how to master curling my hair!

                               This is me yesterday morning after attempting to curl it!

No Good, Very Bad, Horrible Day!!

Yesterday started out like any other Sunday... Wake up, go down to Ma and Papa's house, talk to the family, then get ready to head back to Greenville. I was so excited to be helping the USC Upstate girls with recruitment, so I was leaving earlier than normal. I had everything packed up, including Tipsy, and hit the road to Greenville right past. Over half way there, there was a point on the interstate where we all had to slam on breaks. I heard things crashing from the back seat, and toppling over , and i was just praying that nothing had fallen in the kitty litter. I pulled over off the next exit to make sure everything was ok. That's when I realized it. I had left my work computer at home in Chapin.
I was already running late to make it to Spartanburg for recruitment, and I didn't have time to turn around now. I called Mom and asked her if she could meet me later in the afternoon so that I could come get it and not have to drive all the way back. Meanwhile I was trying to calm down Tipsy, who was being really loud and obnoxious running back and forth in the car seats. I got back on the interstate with my irate cat and was headed to Greenville. Next thing I know, she was propped up on the door handle getting ready to poop on my lap! I pushed her off and flung her into the passenger seat. I don't even know where this craziness came from, because she has always done so good riding in the car!!
I kept her off my seat as I pulled over 2 short exits down where we had just been. I locked my doors, turned the car off, and jumped in the back seat. I grabbed Tipsy and put her in the litter box that is always in the back of the car when she is with me! Stupid cat didn't want anything to do with it. In a panic, I called Stuart to see what the heck I should do. After he stopped laughing and realized I was seriously about this whole bizarre story, he suggested I put the litter box in the front seat with me. I put it in the passenger floor board, and started off again. I was only 10 miles from getting off at the exit I needed to, so I was for sure we would make it! We DID NOT even get a mile down the road before it came. She jumped back up on the my lap, set her self up on the door, and there in my lap, she did it. Tipsy pooped in my lap, going down the interstate, while I was driving! I don't even know how I managed to keep my eyes on the road and not throw her out the window. I luckily had a napkin in the door, so I quickly grabbed it, scooped the poop off me and then seat, and threw it right in the litter box that was conveniently beside me.

I was mortified!! Who does that?!? Who's cat poops on them!!

 

Take this job and shove it...

Johnny Paycheck may have been ahead of his time when he sang the title song of this post. These small 6 words have been floating around in my head for the past couple weeks, and I am beinging to think I am not alone. Seems a lot of people are looking for greener grass elsewhere as each of our daily jobs slowy suck the life out of us. So many employees are feeling more like indentured servants, having many years without a raise or fearing that they may loose their job at any moment. I cringe everytime I hear one of my managers coming around through our sales pit because I am not sure who is going to get the wrath of not selling enough for the day.

I quit my past job at the law firm because I was not happy sitting behind a desk for 9 hours a day, getting small pay, no benefits, and treated poorly by managers. Now I find myself in this new position feeling less confident in myself, not being able to pay my bills, and really not liking most of my coworkers. I am so glad that I met such great friends at the law firm that are now like family to me. We all still keep in contact, even though 4 out of the 7 of us have switched jobs. I can honestly say that with my sales position now, I have 3 friends in the office that I feel comfortable around. Sales is such a competitive, money driven position, and I unfortunatley have neither of those qualities.

I often feel like a more puny version of Rosie the Riveter coaching people by saying "We Can Do It!" I wish I could say that I was as confident in myself to flex for everyone while saying it, but I am usually just doing some kinda of Popeye move with my arm while grinning. I am trying to keep a positive attitude about everything and keep smiling as I get fussed at by another angry person that I cold call. I hope that soon I'll find myself in position where I am happy with what I am doing!!!


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