Monday, November 30, 2015

Ok, Let's Try This #MicroBlogMonday Instead

So. The NaBloPoMo thing really didn't work out for me this month.

It was a combination of life, work and... life! I would have liked to have stuck to the commitment and followed through. I really do. And I'll probably try this again. And do it to the best of my abilities and hope it works out a little bit better!

So, I did see this from BlogHer's Mel. Her Micro-blogging Monday topic hit me. So. Let's discuss!

Here's the topic:

If you live in the US, what did you say that you were thankful for(at Thanksgiving)? And if you don’t live in the US, it’s a nice practice to pause from time to time and reflect on what makes you grateful so join along. What is on your list?

I am thankful that I was able to spend the day with my incredibly amazing parents. They have had a year. I'm glad to have them here. I will forever appreciate their love, support, guidance ... friendship. They are wonderful people. And those words don't seem enough.

I am thankful for my job.

I am thankful to be fairly healthy.

I am thankful for my extended family.

And, I am thankful for friends who have become like family to me.
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Saturday, November 7, 2015

Did I Want My Parents Job? Oh, No

My apologies, folks! I wasn't able to get my writing done in a timely manner to do the posts on the correct date. But. I promise. I'm going to catch up now. ... This is my blog and that's how we're going to do this. Dammit!

 So, the question on Wednesday was, "When you were a kid, did you want to have the same job or a different job than your parents when you grew up?"

 Absolutely not, you guys. Absolutely not! My Dad was a cytotechnologist. I know you're all like, huh! The answer I came accustomed to telling friends who asked what that was: "He studies cells in a microscope to see if they have disease or cancer."

 It was way more than that. But, I thought that was the cool answer. Because I thought that portion of the job was awesome.

 What I didn't like was the smell of the laboratory where he worked. It's been a few years since I walked into that place, but I still know the smell. *shivers* Very chemically. Not pleasant. At all!

I also didn't like the extreme amount of stress he had. It was very important ... life or death ... stuff he was dealing with. That's a little more than I want to handle.

There are a lot of qualities my father has passed on to me. A strong work ethic. A determined spirit. A desire to go big or go home. Basically, do you job and do it to the best of your ability.

I like to think I have his loyalty too. He stayed at the same place for over 40 years before retiring. I don't think that's possible in today's world. But goodness, I want that. I want that comfort and loyalty from a place.

 But yeah, I think the below image describes how I would be in a laboratory situation.

Ain't nobody got time for that!

  NaBloPoMo November 2015
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Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Nov. 3: Cool Job?

Ok, I'm here for another post. This is a good sign.

So what is today's question?

What did you think was the coolest job in the world when you were younger? Do you still feel that way now?

I thought being a reporter was the coolest job in the world when I was a kid.

I enjoyed the storytelling and covering important events. It was important work and I wanted to do it. When I was 16 years old, I took my first journalism class and fell in love. This was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

I went to college and majored in journalism. I took a job with the local newspaper during that time and fell in love even more.

I remember feeling lucky. I knew what I wanted and I was doing the damn thing.

After college, I was able to get a job at another local paper. I was getting to do what I loved, but I was also noticing something ... It wasn't about telling the story or covering the important events. It was about selling advertising, not pissing off those advertisers and the bottom line.

It was incredibly frustrating. And then you're dealing with co-workers and management who are just as frustrated. And you deal with the public who has no qualms about letting you know they have no respect for you or that paper you work for. 

I often felt that I could have easily done this:

So. After several attempts at trying to make it work, and in the end getting canned - which is a story all it's own - I decided to stay away from the journalism industry and go to graduate school to get a master's degree in public administration so I could research and learn grant writing. It ended up being a great deal of writing. Even had a social media internship for a successful statewide political candidate. I learned a lot and have a fancy degree.

But. As you know, the economy hasn't been great and I've had to settle for what I could get to pay the bill.

So, my dream job became a nightmare that's allowed me to reset and reset priorities. I still am not sure what I want to be when I grow up now, but I know without a doubt what I don't want! And for that, I am grateful.

NaBloPoMo November 2015
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Monday, November 2, 2015

NaBloPoMo Day 1: Let's Do This!

I've decided to take on the NaBloPoMo challenge in November just to see if I can do it. I've always enjoyed writing. I was a journalism major and spent a number of years as a reporter. I've also done my share of sports and entertainment blogging. I've not touched on personal stuff. So. We may do that and get all up in my feels here. Maybe! :)

So what's today's prompt?

What was the one toy that a friend had that you wished you had when you were little?

As a kid, I definitely liked being on the go, running or just moving around. I had a ton of energy to burn off and I did.

I remember one of the neighborhood kids had a really sweet go-kart. He was a good bit older than me. His little brother was my best friend, though. So when he would crank up the go-kart, I got to take a spin in the passenger seat. I was 4 or 5 and it felt like we were going a gazillion miles an hour. I loved it!

While I never wanted a go-kart of my own, I definitely wanted something that was cool and had car-like movement.

I wanted a Power Wheels jeep!

For really good reasons, I'm sure, my parents never got one for me. I'm certain it's because they know this would have been me....

Seriously? Who wouldn't have wanted this for their accident-prone daughter?

I can't imagine!

NaBloPoMo November 2015
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