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October 2015

I’m Worth More Than $10 An Hour

I’ve been going on a lot of interviews recently, and as great as that sounds, its frustrating.  Being on the job hunt drains me physically and mentally. I read through all of these job postings every day and know that I have certain skills that they list and that I can acquire other skills if they just gave me a chance, but unfortunately most employers won’t even consider me without a degree. Its a stupid piece of paper that, in all honesty, doesn’t measure my intelligence or my skills as a worker.  Some of the dumbest people I know somehow got through college and graduated….George W. Bush comes to mind.  A C average student at Yale who (miraculously) became president, but could barely put two sentences together that seemed cohesive or made any fucking sense whatsoever.

It’s also frustrating that if I get to the interview and it seems like a job that I can handle and achieve, the pay is low.  What adult can live on $10 an hour?  To top it all off, I live in one of the most expensive parts of the country.  Gas prices are way higher than the national average, rent is through the roof, and not to mention ridiculous property taxes on my car, the high cost of health insurance, and loads of other expenses….These companies expect me to bust my ass for them, but it takes me a whole hour to afford a meal at McDonald’s? That’s just not right.  This country and states need to step up their game when it comes to approving an increase on minimum wage.

I like what Bernie Sanders has to say about this topic.  He states, and I’m paraphrasing, that if you work 40 hour workweek, you shouldn’t be living in a state of poverty. And high and mighty Republicans are like, just go to school and get a better job.  Most of us who are struggling financially, don’t have either the time or the money or combination of both, to go to school.  It’s all a catch 22.  Some of the most difficult jobs I’ve had are the ones where I’ve been paid the lowest.  Another argument that congress has on this subject is that if they increase minimum wage to $15 an hour, that companies would have to lay off  employees and businesses will close, and thats just not the case.  If people have more disposable income, they will eat out more, they will shop more, they can take time off, charge their battery, and perform better in the workplace.

Countries like the Netherlands and Switzerland and France only work 30-35 hour workweek. And any job that you have pays well.  The Netherlands also has free health care and free higher education which makes everything accessible to everyone whatever your upbringing was.  It’s countries like this that we should be looking to.   The Netherlands have the highest amount of happy people per capita.   Happy people means less crime and more money in the economy.

If I could afford to get a new passport, I’d be hopping on a plane and moving to the Netherlands and find someone to marry. Unfortunately I’m stuck here in the fucking US of A. The land that is supposed to be about freedom and doing whatever you want, but in hindsight is really about paying into the system so that the rich keep getting richer and the poor will remain poor unless a miracle happens.

If you’re against the minimum wage being $15 across the country, heres the thing. Even if everyone got an education and a degree and higher paying jobs, there are still going to be people who need to serve your food when dining out, theres still going to be people who need to clean up after your dirty asses in schools and hotels and restaurants. Don’t ever look down on the people who are doing you a service, more than likely they are harder workers than you’ll ever be and they really know the value of a dollar in this country.

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When did “alone” become a bad thing?

Source: When did “alone” become a bad thing?

 

I enjoy eating alone as well.  It’s soothing.  My favorite is going to dinner by myself at a nice restaurant.  I’ll order wine and sit down and read a book. It’s comforting and apparently an anomaly to enjoy ones’ own company. I get to eat ALL of the bread in the basket.  I get to order whatever I want, take home all of the leftovers, and can always say yes to ordering dessert. (Because sometimes on dates when guys are jerks they say no to dessert even though they didn’t ask you, but thats when I decide I don’t like them anyway and interrupt and ask about whats on the dessert menu and proceed to order what I want anyway. Because fuck guys who pull that shit. You don’t get in my pants without including dessert in the meal plan) If you can’t enjoy your own company out on the town, how do you expect other people to like you?

One Should Hold Their Tongue

Im ticked off tonight.  Every time i get a moment of happiness, someone in my house has to bring me down.

I had a job interview today, and it went really well.  Its for a brand new restaurant in the city that I grew up in.  The restaurant itself is a sister store stemming from two previous restaurants in NY state with the same concept and food.  The head chef/owner has been on Chopped and won.  I was told to come back to do a shadow shift, something that is completely normal in the food industry.

My brother in law completely shat on it. He’s not aware how much a food server can make in Fairfield County.  He doesn’t believe that a restaurant that already has an established clientele will do well in a newly developed part of town with top notch restaurants and brand new apartments that attract young professionals with disposable income.  Which, by the way, the median income of a food server in this area is about 30,000 when working in a somewhat nice restaurant.

He also basically told me that I’m a fuck up. That I’ve been making a lot of mistakes (which I’m unsure what those would be.) He thinks I should stick to the job at the post office even if I am completely miserable there.  He’s (supposedly) worried about my ankle, even though I have more of a risk hurting myself working for the post office (uneven lawns, wet leaves, acorns, not-so seamless driveway to road, broken steps, aggressive dogs, driving a mail truck) than in a restaurant working in the front of house. My ankle isn’t going to get stronger unless I work on it, plain and simple. I can wear an ankle brace, it’s not like I haven’t done it before.. I can also take the train to work.  It’s a 10 minute walk from the train station to the restaurant, reducing my need to drive in bad weather, if need be.

I just wish that certain people would hold their tongue. I know that I’m good in food service, and honestly “desk jobs” don’t hire someone without some sort of degree, which is something I lack.  I have proven time and time again throughout my work history that I have moved my way up into the ranks, and usually I do it pretty fast.  So why does he have so little faith in me and my decisions? The great thing about restaurants is, there are always more restaurants that people can work.  Also, this place plans on cross-training every person in the front for every position, so I finally get to be a bartender, something that I’ve always wanted, but couldn’t find a place to do on the job training.  Instead of worrying, or acting like an asshole, why can’t he just be happy for me? Stop looking at what you think is “negative” and see the positive in everything.

I’m never going to have a “traditional job”.  I’m always going to go on the path less travelled, because I’m a creative type and thats what we do.  I like having different challenges thrown at me.  I hate monotony and the post office is full of it.  The same people say the same damn phrase at the same damn time every morning.  It’s the most annoying thing ever. I kind of want to punch 3/4 of the people at the post office. Mainly because they are all miserable old people or because most of what they say is the same gibberish I hear every single morning I walk in.  And that might just be the giant age gap that is between. Also because you’re never working as a team toward the same goal, its sort of “every man for himself” mentality,  I’ve wanted to punch past coworkers at Starbucks and the previous bakery I worked at, but it wasn’t all of them collectively, it was like one or two people at a time, mainly because they couldn’t “get” the job.  The easiest tasks were giant obstacle courses to them.  Or I found them to be extremely annoying. However, I’ve always worked with people around my age, give or take about 10 years. Being apart of a team that works together to reach its goal (which is clearly tip money) everyone grins and bears it because we all want the same end result. Also when you work around awesome food and drinks and people, staff tends to get along more.

Symptoms

Head aching

Voice scratchy

Nose stuffy

Chest wheezing

Throat tickling

Cough phlegmy

Fever spiking

Hot Toddy making

Tea drinking

Honey coating

Lemon squeezing

Pill taking

Nose blowing

Tons of sleeping

Yup, first cold of the season.

Checking In

Hello readers!

I have been slacking for a bit, sorry. I didn’t even do my weekly tv recap, but I’ve also been super sick with a chest cold since last weekend. That little tickle in the back of my throat got to me and before I knew it I was dealing with a stuffy nose, sinus headaches, and an unrelenting cough for 4 days.

I’ve also been a bit depressed. Since launching a GoFundMe, I’ve only received $110 from 2 people. One of my best friends, who lives in Colorado, and my other best friend’s mom.  I wasn’t expecting much out of each individual person on my so-called “friends” list on Facebook, but $5 or $10 bucks would’ve sufficed from a bunch of them.  And really, thats not much to ask for.  I wouldn’t be spending the money on a night out or on something material, but putting it towards bills so that I don’t fall behind on them. But no, people aren’t willing to part with their money to help me out even just the tiniest bit.  So FUCK THEM!! The next time they require my help, I’m turning the other way.  In reality, this whole process has stung me quite hard. And I feel like being passive aggressive about it and making a new Facebook and limiting who gets to see it.

On a different note, I did my first 5K today!!! It was the Color Run, the happiest 5K ever! And it really is. If you don’t know about it, you run/walk/jog/dance for 3.1 miles, but along the route they have stations in which they throw colored corn starch on you and your clothes. It’s not timed and everyone is super encouraging. After you cross the finish line theres a bit of a party that goes down.  The DJ will play songs and people dance and when the beat drops on a song, there is the colorful cloud of dust over the crowd. It’s pretty awesome. Clearly I didn’t run, with my ankle being what it is.  I was fueled by adrenaline and a muscle relaxer.  My left leg was hurting more than my right foot for a good portion of the time. I did not partake in the party afterwards.

By the time I finished I could feel my ankle going downhill. I was also super tired. I hadn’t done much cardio for the past 4 months. I can’t wait to do it again next year. It was loads of fun and definitely put me in a good mood.  Hopefully I’ll be able to run a good portion of it the next time around. My next 5K might be the Ugly Christmas Sweater Run.   It sounds hilarious and I would probably end up dressing up as a Christmas dinosaur.  I have a dinosaur onesie that has a tail and you pull the hood up and it has eyes and teeth. Maybe I’ll also be that if I get to participate in SantaCon this year too.

When I got home, I had to shower immediately. The colors looked awesome as they were going down the drain..  I then slept for about four and a half hours and have been icing my ankle ever since.  It ballooned up.  I probably shouldn’t have participated, but I couldn’t resist.  I set a goal for myself earlier this year to go and finish that race and even though I was injured, I wasn’t going to let that bring me down.

Struggles

I hate that I’m going through this feeling alone. I feel like I’ve become a burden to my family, constantly asking for help.  The last thing I want to do is ask for money.  It’s me admitting that I’m struggling financially and it blows.  I can’t help that I’m still having problems with my injury and it forces me to be on light duty at work.. And my job isn’t meant to be “light duty”.. Even the light duty I’m on is damaging.  I’m standing for 2-3 hours straight.  That’s not good for someone with a sprained ankle who has to wear an orthopedic boot on her foot to get around. I still suffer with pain and swelling two and half months later.

It’s like admitting defeat. It’s a blow to my psyche.  My family can’t afford to keep bailing me out when my tiny paycheck comes in.  So I’ve now asked for help from my friends and extended family. And the response has been underwhelming.  I know everyone has their own shit that they’re going through and their own struggles, but I’m the kind of person that when someone I know and love asks me for help, I give what I can to them. However,  often when I’ve asked for support or help in the past, its a rarity that it comes along, so I don’t know why I’m so surprised that hardly anyone has responded to me.

It’s discouraging to think that I had friends who I felt would do anything that they could for me, when in reality I feel like they couldn’t give two shits. It would be one thing if they let me know that they were thinking about me and wish they could help, but no one has really said anything.  Maybe it’s one of those situations where they think that I expect them to contribute a small chunk of money, like $100 when in reality, I’m actually hoping for a bunch of people to donate $10 to collectively add up to a larger sum later on.

I don’t know how much longer I’ll have to deal with this ankle and the fact that I can’t physically do my current job.  I don’t even want to work there anymore for various reasons. I’ve been applying to other jobs, but who knows when I’ll hear back from anyone. All I know is, I’m taking this day by day, but it’s really starting to take a toll on my well-being.

I need your help

If you’ve read previous blogs pertaining to my recent struggles with an injury, well things haven’t gotten any better. RECAP: I sprained my ankle pretty badly at the end of July while I was working.  I’m still on light duty 2 and a half months later which means Im barely getting 12 hours a week.  I’m not being compensated for any lost wages from the Department of Labor because I’m “working”.

Now I need your help, read more about my story here.

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Screen screams in my eyes

Static and stoic in dark

Shattering my thoughts

Weekly Fall TV Recap #2

Not that I think it really matters, but I missed my weekly posting by a day, so those of you who actually care, sorry. Updating and reformatting my resume seemed a little bit more important. But in all honesty, I’d be doing the same thing as I did last week in regards to recapping two Scream Queens episodes instead of just one. It’s really no biggie, but more and more shows are coming on. Tonight is the premiere of American Horror Story:Hotel. It’ll probably be so good that I’ll probably want to post about it tomorrow, depending on personal circumstances. Stay tuned for it. Follow my blog on WordPress or by email. You could also follow my Twitter. Now that the shameless self promoting is over with, let’s begin!!!! SPOILER WARNINGS!!!!!!!

So, Sleepy Hollow finally premiered. God I missed this show, and Ichabod Crane’s outdated terminology. There’s just something about a British guy talking like he’s from another time that does it for me. That might be one of the reasons why I love Ren Faires so much, but back to the show. Ichabod was in jail and Abbie is now an agent with the FBI.. Are they not going to address that they got sent back in time from last season? How did they escape that? This needs to be a point in the near future, writers. During their time apart, Ichabod, before he became a hot jailbird, travelled back to Europe to go visit some of his dead ancestors, and found a tablet from about 5000 years ago that basically summed up that Abbie and Ichabod are forevermore partners in apocalyptic crime. There’s this demon that has been killing people that is fueled by shared anger, and your not supposed to shoot it until you see “The whites of their eyes.” Sounds familiar right? Well apparently that old saying from the Revolutionary War wasn’t pertaining to the British soldiers, but to this demon who was feeding off of all of this hatred within the region. That’s when its most vulnerable and can be destroyed. We also learned that Betty Ford was a secret badass who went about as a secret messenger and went on all sorts of dangerous and classified missions. Who would’ve thought when in a time when women didn’t have brains to be doing shit like that? Oh and the bitch that summons this demon is going to be bad news. The whole episode we don’t know who she is, she just keeps on doing shady shit and has a box and spews out spells. Come to find out in the very end of the episode, her name is Pandora as she’s standing at a bar with Abbie, and Abbie is all light hearted about her name. Like, HELLO!!!!! CRAZY SHIT HAS BEEN GOING ON!!!! YOU DON’T SUSPECT ANYTHING? AREN’T YOU A COP? This part really frustrated me, as you can clearly tell by all of the capitalization.

On How To Get Away With Murder, always doing their flash forwards, started out the episode with Sam running into Laurel and Mikaela and we find out that Connor is inside trying to stem the bleeding from Annalise’s gunshot wound, saying that she “asked for it” WHAT????? Literal mouth drop. Two month’s earlier, the grandmother, and key witness, to the Hapstall siblings case its found dead in her car, with evidence connecting the grandson the homicide and both of the siblings are arrested, yet again. At Nate’s preliminary hearing, Annalise is called to the stand and prosecutor basically attacks her (verbally), claiming that with the help of Nate, Annalise killed her husband. Mikaela ends up meeting a guy at the court house, goes out on a date with him, and in the episode we see a flash of him from the previous season doing something questionable. He is going to be trouble for Mikaela and not in the fun way that she needs. She’s already too wound up about everything. Nate’s official hearing happens and Nate’s lawyer (and Annalise’s former girlfriend) also attacked Annalise and insinuated that she was the one who murdered her husband and is trying to make her boyfriend take the fall for it. Nate’s case gets thrown out of court and the prosecutor is now head of the Hapstall siblings case. Fast forward two months later, and the prosecutor is dead at the Hapstall residence, the same location and time that Annalise is bleeding out form a gunshot wound.. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED IN THESE TWO MONTHS?!

We’re starting to learn what happened in the six weeks that were spent in Camelot in Once Upon A Time, but first, Dark Emma has placed a new curse on the town of Storybooke. Crossing the town line turns you into a tree, Dopey unfortunately finds out. While in Camelot we meet Guinevere and the tree that Merlin is apparently stuck in. Regina asserts herself as The Savior and uses the dagger to hush Emma up, which makes her displeased. Emma ends up erasing everyone’s memories at Camelot eventually and shares that information with her son. Regina then vows to undo the curse and the memory lapse. Also, we find out that a bunch of people from Camelot have been transferred to Storybook and have been lost in the woods. Regina concludes that Emma brought Arthur and half of his court back for a reason and that there are going to be bigger fish to fry. Also, Arthur lost Excalibur during transport. Robin goes to collect firewood and is captured by an evil spirit and Regina tries to fight it, though she can’t take it on all alone and ends up defeated, losing her love. Back in Camelot, Emma is trying to figure out how to get Merlin out of a tree, and Regina explains why she stepped in and lied about being The Savior, so Emma didn’t have to use dark magic. King Arthur decides to hold a royal ball in The Savior’s favor. Regina is given a necklace by Sir Percival to wear to that night’s events. She then decides that she’s not going to be attending the ball due to the fact that she never learned how to dance. While Charming is teaching her a basic fox trot, w find out that the necklace is enchanted to spy and Sir Percival finds out that Regina has been faking the whole Savior thing. At the ball, Sir Percival tries to out Regina and attack her, but Robin being the guy that he is, swoops in and takes the fatal blow from the sword. Emma ends up being able to save Robin using her dark magic, but is warned that everything comes with a price. Regina confesses everything to Arthur and states that everyone deserves a second chance and that he wants to complete the dagger and help take down the Dark One. Hook tries to save Emma using True Love’s Kiss, but Emma just tries to seduce him. We find out that the demon that took Robin is from the Underworld and has come to collect her payment and drag Robin to the Underworld since he escaped death in Camelot. In order to save Robin, someone has to give their life. Regina rushes to rescue and offers her life and inspired by her ultimate sacrifice, Snow joins in, then Charming, Arthur, and Leroy. Emma has a conversation with Rumple about what holds the Dark Ones back, family, friends, love, and loyalty. We find out that Emma has Excalibur hidden in her basement, still in its stone. Even though she has the power to wield it out, its not that simple. But she plans to use it to make it whole again and suck all of the light out.

Saturday Night Live came back. Miley hosted, and then did some weird performances. But OMG ALL OF THE POLITICAL SKETCHES…..Can Hilary please win so we have 4 solid years of that impression? It was brilliant. And please America, stop doing things because it’s funny. We don’t really want Trump to win.

Dancing With the Stars’ theme was the Stars’ most memorable year. Gary went home. No surprise there. Most of the performances were just above sub-par. The two that stood out were Bindi and Derek’s dance as well as Nick and Sharna’s. Bindi’s performance brought me to tears. She dedicated her year to the year she lost her dad. The whole routine was basically a little girl playing and dancing with her daddy. I was a puddle of tears the whole time. It was beautiful. She received the first 10 of the season. Nick and Sharna’s dance was definitely the dance with the most energy. His most memorable year was when he joined the Backstreet Boys. They saved him and his dance was a giant thank you to his four bothers. It was also to Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) and the audience was standing around the stage like it was a concert and every female BSB fan wished that she was Sharna is these moments. It was an awesome performance. It also helped that there was a boyband cheering section! AJ McLean, Jeff Timmons, Joey Fatone, Jacob Underwood, Erik Micheal, and Trevor Pennick were all in the audience cheering Nick on from the front. It was super duper awesome and kind of fulfilled some of my wildest dreams personally.

Last week on Scream Queens the university announced their new masot Coney, who then got slaughtered almost immediately after. Gigi and Dean Munsch move into the sorority house, there are TWO devils who attack the boys in the street with Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) playing. That was the funniest part of the episode. One kid got his arms cut off like in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It was quite the epic scene. Chad seems to be getting funnier with every episode and Neckbrace (Hester) got a Chanel make over and is now Chanel No. 6. This week’s episode premiered Chanel-oween.. In my opinion it was quite brilliant to spoof Taylor Swift. Zayday announces her run for Kappa Kappa Tau presidency and is throwing a Haunted House Fundraiser. The location of said, haunted house is the known location of The Hag of Shady Lane. Chad and Hester are lured to the house with the intention to hook up in such a creepy and funny way only to find that the house is riddled with all of the dead bodies to date. Pete and Denise research the Hag and also find one of the sorority sisters that was present during the that chilling night. The house becomes party central where everyone is fascinated that they use real dead human bodies.. I’m sorry but would’t the smell of decomposition be overbearing in that house with like 6 different dead bodies? Denise also confronts her father about possibly being the baby that was birthed in the bathtub, though her father denies it. Zayday get’s captured by the Red Devil and her fate is unknown. The Hag at Shady Lane apparently was raising a baby in that house one month after the bathtub incident and it’s revealed that Gigi is the Hag in the black cloak. I knew that woman had something to do with the kid after that night.

What were some of your favorite moments from the shows?

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