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No Work For You October 24, 2008

Filed under: Existance — latteaddiction @ 11:22 pm
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Today I found out that my current consulting gig will be no more on November 15th. I am a practicing Project Manager for a nationalhealthcare provider, consulting, contracting, whatever you want to tag it. Disappointing on one hand, happy to be on my way – on the other. I find that my hobby of internet perusing excites me so much more than attending hourly meetings, trying to validate why I made a decision or why I didn’t meet a deadline.

Often, in the past year I have asked myself “why?” Why do we get up at the crack of dawn, leave our loved ones and butt-kiss people we don’t even like 5 days a week? – perhaps someone up above was listening to my complaints and decided to take action? Retribution for complaining in the first place. “Is this what it’s come to – long hours worrying how we’ll pay the mortgage and how much gas we must fill our tanks with, knowing that we have to worry about this for the rest of our lives?” No one likes to be backed into a corner (especially Scorpios) which is what the economy is forcing us to do. To make decisions we might normally not.

Again, I’m at a crossroads with my life, wondering why I was put here. What was I supposed to do to make a mark on this world? It certainly wasn’t to keep people on task, or keep them in meetings all day. so much for that blog…so much for that jewelry line…so much for that change in life. I have 3 weeks to make a change. It’s not much time when you’ve been procrastinating for a year.

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Ain’t Talkin’ ’bout Love June 24, 2008

Yes, I’m speaking about Van Halen.

On my drive home this evening, I heard the famous 70’s tune that had become popular again in the 80’s. I was in junior high the first time I heard it. I remember in the mid-eighties, Karen Szabo’s poster of David Lee Roth in tight white pants behind her paneled door. I was so shocked that she thought he was hot. I wasn’t into the “long hairs”. Someone with hair as long and as poofy as mine wouldn’t cut it now or then.

 

The drive…

I passed France Place, a landmark of a skyscraper for MN and remembered passing the icon on my way to my first ‘grown up’ rock concert, Def Leppard. I had agreed to go to Minneapolis to be with a ‘date’ and another couple. We drank beer in the TransAm (or Sunbird – I cannot recall what it was) and stashed them under the seat after we slammed them between the passing cars on the freeway. It was cool. At the time I remember thinking… being in a TransAm made me feel a little ‘white trash’, but I didn’t care.

It was sometime after the drummer had lost his arm in an accident, perhaps 1988? It was at the old Met Center, where the Mall of America stands today. It was lit up blue and the heavy marijuana smell lingered through the center. I had actually never smelled it before and wondered why people showed up to a concert only to forget it the next morning?

 

I actually don’t remember arriving home that evening, 2.5 hours north. I’m sure I slept off my experience of my little town north of Minneapolis. In the year 1988.

 

 

One Day at a Time May 22, 2008

Filed under: Existance — latteaddiction @ 12:00 am

So can I complain when I make good money but I am bored with the every day ho-hum of working? Why was I not earmarked a trust fund baby at birth? Man, that would be great. I envy the spoiled brats in New York and California that drive their Bentleys and their Mercedes without lifting a finger. Do you ever think, “how was the plan for me laid out by God?” He said to himself, “this person must suffer, drool and work her ass off to get where others are in life”. I admit I like the journey, but at the same time wish the tooth fairy would of accidentally gotten my tooth mixed up with a GOLD ROCK. Instead, all I got a mouth full of cavities and 25 cents.