Tag Archives: Middle Age

Stuck

I’ve been feeling like the above picture lately – gray, desolate, remote. And I can’t seem to shake the funk I’ve been mired in. It all started a few weeks ago when a promising job opening came my way. I even had a connection that opened the door to an interview. I arrived early (but […]

Shrinkage

Once upon a time, I had decent hours at Phipp’s. Sure, I wasn’t making a whole lot of money, but with 35-40 hours a week, I could pay my bills. Couldn’t get rich off of what I brought home, but there remained a bit left over for such ridiculous extravagances as getting a pizza or […]

Love Thyself

I think I can attribute a lot of my problems to the simple fact that I don’t love myself. I just don’t think I’m worthy of anything good. What makes me think such a thing? To be honest, I don’t know. My parents showed me a lot of love growing up. I wasn’t spoiled, but […]

Ghosting

Ghosting. It’s a term we use now to vanish from people we choose to disassociate ourselves with. The affected party’s texts are ignored, calls go unreturned, dates cancelled. It sucks. It’s unfair. It’s cowardly. It’s also the epitome of incivility. I believe if you’re pissed off, say so. Or don’t want to hear from someone […]

Brain Dead

Meet Ms. Blobfish. She kind of looks like the comic character Ziggy, doesn’t she? This kind of fish only looks this way if you take them out of water and plop them flat on a surface. But they’re still not exactly the belle of the sea ball once immersed in the briny. That fish is […]

The ME Factor

What is it about me? Had a really promising interview for a job I really wanted.┬áReally wanted.┬áI thought I nailed it. First interview lasted 45 minutes, the second nearly two hours. Lots of smiles, banter and handshakes. Discussed salary, hours, benefits. Asked for references. I didn’t get it. About the same time last year, the […]

Love for Sale

Source: Queen Bee Coupons, found on the Internet Ah, Valentines’s day. How hard the loved ones labor over selecting just the right gift. Will it be a testament to love? Or will it be a quick dive into any store, rifle through whatever’s left, then pick whatever isn’t damaged or for an 8-year-old? I’ve been […]