Lookie here. I started this post at like 9 this morning and here it is 4 in the afternoon and I’m just getting to it. And do you know why? Because WORK! And this time, that is not a complaint.
I’m on day 8 of this gig and the training wheels are pretty much off. They love that I pick up stuff quickly (Me saying that I did was probably one of the reasons that they made me an offer in the first place. Me getting in there and doing it is somehow still blowing them away.) and am willing to just jump in and try to work out what I don’t already know. But yeah, feeling good on a Wednesday, right Randy? Ya ya ya.
So, Friday is the first of the month and the beginning of another year of NaNoWriMo. I’ve been aware of this for probably at least ten years now. I think I’ve started it maybe three times and never done more than maybe 1,000 words. Not this year, baby! This is my year. As much as I hate, and have hated creating an outline for any writing project since all the way back of the days of Mrs. Cocciolone (Mrs. C, if you’re reading this by some odd chance, thank you for just being you and encouraging me to be me. Also, sorry for the swearing, lol.). This is why the grand majority of my writing is stream of consciousness and sometimes doesn’t make sense. I mean, have you been inside my head? Of course not, you’d probably walk away once you were out and never turn back. It’s a maze in there, folks. Also amazing, but a maze too. 50,000 words is the goal through the month of November. I’m going to try not to be all, edit, re-edit, that doesn’t sound right, oh fuck all this noise. I promised myself I would do this one. I have a title. I even have cover art ready to go in my head for which I would gladly commission an artist to put on paper. Do I think it’s gonna be all best seller? Like I’m gonna be the black, female Stephen King of funny? Nope. But it’s gonna be good.
Know what else? I’m exercising and I’m stretching and I’m dancing and I’m gonna perform in December. Song selected. Possible outfit selected. Although I have to actually get it and try it on and make sure that there will be no costume malfunctions. I mean, I won’t get banned like Janet, but still. And who can tell me this doesn’t match perfectly for a country-type song and that I won’t be the cutest mf-er around in this? *cue the Keith Sweat* NOBODY!
Well, friends, I gotta scoot. If you see me all goofing around come mid-November, please feel free to ask me how the book is coming along or how my choreography is coming along. I need a kick in the pants as much as the next person. Til then, peace, love, and hair grease.
Iiiiiiiiiit’s Monday!! Hard to believe that it’s already almost the end of October and the end of 2019. Seriously, where did the time go this year?
You’ve probably heard at some point in your life that humans are creatures of habit and never really gave any thought to it. At least, that’s how it worked for me until everything got thrown all around like Dorothy getting blown outta Kansas. It took a long time for me to realize that part of my “issue” was that I was really and truly just out of my zone. Yeah, yeah, get out of your comfort zone and do new things. I’m all for it. But I’m not out here (continuing to) trying to change my life like that. Routine is good. Normalcy is good. And when those are good, I am good.
Even though I haven’t written anything here in MONTHS, if you’ve ever played along, you probably know that since we relocated to Florida, I’ve been having a go at this real estate thing. Well, if you didn’t, now you do. And if you did know, let’s change up your knowledge because that ship has sailed. I feel like a year is plenty enough time to determine if something is for me and real estate isn’t. I’d talk all about it, but it’s the topic of my NaNoWriMo this year and I actually plan on starting it AND finishing it.
Instead, let’s talk about habits and rituals and why I chose this song today. In an effort to get back into a routine (before I REALLY got back into a routine with a job), I happened upon this app called Fabulous. At a high level, it lets you make your list of tasks you want to get done on a daily basis and gives you a pretty reminder to get it done. It also has things that encourage you along the way for streaks.
I started using it about 3 weeks ago and I must say that I am really enjoying it. One of the most important things it’s had me do is chug some water when I first get up. Didn’t really realize how important that was and I can’t honestly say that I feel a difference, but it’s pretty much a habit now. In case you’re curious, it looks like this:
It’s 9:15 as of this writing, so you can see that I didn’t get my meditation in yet but I am doing the writing. I haven’t yet adjusted the times, but that’ll be later today. You see, those times were for the me that didn’t have a damn thing to do but sit in the house all day. New times will be for the me that still sits in the house all day, but also works because….routine.
So, back to that creatures of habit concept. I didn’t know. I really didn’t know until I spent a year being completely out of my habits and routines. A year of willy nilly. A year of no frigging paychecks, lol. (Ok, a couple paychecks, but not regular paychecks.) Between the stresses (for me) of real estate and basically just floundering around like a fish missing a fin or three, I lost my way and I kinda lost myself. I didn’t want to stretch or play with my IG friends. Couldn’t bring myself to do yoga. Pole regularly? Nope. WHO IS THIS PERSON?!?!
I don’t know who she is and I’m not going back to find out. Instead, I finally took a step for myself and said, this just isn’t for me so let’s get back to doing the damn thing. So I did. I sent out resumes and I talked to lots of people. It came down to two options and, hurt though it may, my first choice went with an internal candidate over me.
Sidebar: Recruiters, let a candidate know up front if they are competing against internal candidates please and thank you.
I accepted a role that is going to be exciting and fun and I don’t have to get dressed up to do it. Honestly, the worst part of any previous work day for me was the actual necessity of putting on “acceptable” clothes. Now, I can work out, shower, and throw on my new work clothes: sweats and a t-shirt.
Well, kids, I’ve put down my fair share of words for today. Trying to get back in that writing swing before next month kicks off. Let me just say it feels good to be back in the swing of things. Oh, and pole class tonight. See ya!
It must be nice to be a meteorologist. They’re constantly wrong and yet they never seem to get called on it. Of course I understand that weather isn’t an exact science. That doesn’t change the fact that, when I go to bed expecting to wake up to a dusting of snow and I get up and there are a couple inches and it’s still coming down, I’m not a happy camper. Should be a fun drive in to work.
As suspected, the first day was all orientation. Wow. Long day. Parts of it were cool, like learning about the history of the city, but going over benefits and such, ugh. I had read all of that stuff a zillion times before I ever even got in the building. We did, however, have some good laughs at our table and the guys at the table were all pretty cool. I met a guy that has five Emmy’s. Oh yeah, and the coffee dude hit on me. I asked if they took credit cards. He said nope, only cash. Or jewelry. Or phone numbers. Ha! Nice try. Meh, I still got it. 🙂
Yesterday was a bit more eventful. I got sworn in (yep, seriously, with a judge and everything). I got my magic badge (with a picture that doesn’t suck!) to open up many doors in several buildings. Met a bunch of people, now I just have to attempt to remember their names. Got settled in my new space although I really need to personalize it. Started looking into a new program to use for work. Learned that I might be using a lot of SQL. Found a possible perk that I wasn’t expecting (but that’s for several months down the road yet). All in all, great day. AND I made it home in record time yesterday…or record out of the two days I’ve gone to town.
So far, no complaints. People are nice. Everyone is helpful. The commute doesn’t totally suck (thanks BV-Pittsburgh for numbing the pain well in advance). Haven’t been bored yet, probably won’t ever be. Scheduling is still flexible. Casual Friday, WHAT?!?! Yep, life is good.
A posting isn’t complete if I don’t mention something about pole. The Sweet Emotion choreography went surprisingly well. I think that I may be getting better at choreography on the fly, so maybe I’ll figure out how to freestyle soon. Weeeeee!
Off to brave the snow! Have a fantastic Thursday!
When the blog has been on hiatus for this long, it’s due to one of two things: 1) I’m lazy. 2) I’m crazy…busy. Sometimes, a combination of the two. Number tow, yeah, that’s the current status.
Today is my first day of the new job. I’ll be doing some programming for the City. Finally, I’ll be putting my degree to use. I’m hoping (expecting, really) to be challenged on a daily basis and I’m hoping to learn what we country folk like to call a shit-ton. I’m nervous and excited, but I’m sure that’s to be expected. There won’t be much to report about today, though, as it’s all orientation, all day. I think today might be a little painful.
Speaking of painful, hello, hip. You know, most days, I just have a mild dislike for you. Today, of all days, I hate you. You woke me up from sleep again. I will give you credit for not being that “OMG someone just stabbed me” pain. Instead, you were just that dull, deep ache that won’t go away no matter what position I lay in. That’s ok. You think you’re tough? Yeah, meet a few extra-strength Tylenol with my oatmeal.
Perhaps, just perhaps, hip, you hurt because of yesterday’s choreography. I didn’t make it difficult, but you did. You won’t hold me back though. I’m getting much better at choreography on the fly. I can’t be far from actually being able to freestyle, lol.
Let the games begin!