I've been unemployed for 7 business days. It doesn't really seem long, I know. There are people that have been that way for 70 business days. There is something about being unemployed totally unexpectedly at a time when you feel like money was getting a little tight in the first place and having a house and car payments. I guess I should be thankful that there are no kids in the picture at this time. I was still stressed about it. The last time I was unexpectedly without a job the hubby and I were living with my parent's saving up for a house. I didn't have a car payment or a house payment. I was worried that I would never get another graphic designer job because who gets fired from their first big job in their career field and still has a career? Well I did. I survived. I probably turned in a billion applications a day and within about 2 weeks I had a new job.
Fast forward to the last 7 business days. The day after I was laid off (a Friday) I sent out 4 resumes. Friends from my last job suggested to take a week off, decompress and then start looking. I didn't see how I could relax with bills taking money out an no money coming in? Monday I turned in 3-4 more resumes, replied to an email from a potential job to set up an interview. Tuesday had an interview. Thursday went to my family reunion in a place with no cell service. Sunday I came home to an email with a job offer.
I am most grateful to the Lord up above for looking out for me. I know that He gives me only what I can handle. I feel like He gives me more than I deserve sometimes. I still have about 2 weeks until I start my new job, which gives me time to catch up on some things so that is kind of nice. It is comforting knowing that there is a light at the end of my unemployment tunnel, and that it isn't a train to smoosh me.
Thankful for my family who unknowingly helped take my mind off of the stress of being jobless and not really being able to do anything about it while at the family reunion. I really do have the best extended family. They are supportive, they are hilarious and they just love no matter what! I couldn't ask for a better bunch to call my tribe. I love them to pieces!!
Yay for new jobs and moving forward. I continue to pray for my friends that are still on the job search, I hope that they can find something that will be a fit for them. Again, I am so grateful for the Lord up above that looks out for me and for my family that loves and supports me.
Monday, July 18, 2016
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
The Gym
I joined a gym. I've lived many years without a gym. Running on my own and doing some crossfit type things and just general body weight exercises. What pushed me to join up again?
Recently I went to a dog show in Idaho. I signed up for the National Owner Handler Seeies (NOHS) and recieved Best of Breed for Owner Handler. This meant I got to go into what is called the Working Group for Owner Handler. Scary for me, but it's just a dog show. Anyway I was in the ring doing my thing with supporters on the "sidelines". Afterwards one of my friends showed me a video she has taken and here I was suppose to be looking at how my dog was moving. All my eyes could see was how big my butt looked. I was like wow, that has really gotten out of hand...
It was obvious that I have been doing more netflixing than running and consumed more soda than salads. I decided to look more seriously into the fitness reimbursement that I have available through my work. Thus I signed up for a gym membership.
I did some searching online and asked for opinions from friends. I finally went into my gym of choice and they had me fill out some info on an iPad while I was waiting to speak to a health something or other. When the health something or other approached me, he was basically a Ken Barbie doll. I followed him around the gym and he showed me stuff and talked to me about fitness and nutrition and tried to get me to sign up for a personal trainer. I'll say he isn't my fav because it was like salesman Ken Barbie and made it seem like I wasn't going to reach goals without paying over $100/month for a personal trainer. Anyway I stuck to my guns (gangly as they may be) and said no I want to try and do it myself.
Day one at the gym, on my own. I have a workout picked out from a site I follow. I walk in and start out with some treadmill jogging. I'm in my faded hot pink shorts (faded cause I've had them for like 10 years) and a bright blue top and I feel like I fit right it with the cardio people. Then it came time for weights. I headed to the area that I like to call testosterone zone. I pick my weights and my spot and just get started. I look around and notice that I stand out a lot. I guess the unofficial dress code for the secret weight lifting club is black, white, gray and red. It seemed I was the obvious newbie. Other than my attire I am sure there were other things that screamed newbie. Anyway, I survived and I don't mind the gym much. Maybe I like people watching. I probably make a lot of weird faces at the gym. I mean I'm watching a girl bust out pull ups like its no big deal but it is because I can't even do one. I mean I tried today and after a few seconds of trying to tell my arm and other muscles what to do I just start laughing. I also kept laughing in the traeadmill and the guy next to me kept looking at me, I was laughing at a texts from a friend but for all he knew I was just a crazy lady on the treadmill. I also do not get in machines or use equipment until I see someone else use it. This is how I avoid accidentally trying to use the painter scaffolding incorrectly (if you dont get it, check out Brian Regan-Health club)
The gym is going to be fun 🙂
Recently I went to a dog show in Idaho. I signed up for the National Owner Handler Seeies (NOHS) and recieved Best of Breed for Owner Handler. This meant I got to go into what is called the Working Group for Owner Handler. Scary for me, but it's just a dog show. Anyway I was in the ring doing my thing with supporters on the "sidelines". Afterwards one of my friends showed me a video she has taken and here I was suppose to be looking at how my dog was moving. All my eyes could see was how big my butt looked. I was like wow, that has really gotten out of hand...
It was obvious that I have been doing more netflixing than running and consumed more soda than salads. I decided to look more seriously into the fitness reimbursement that I have available through my work. Thus I signed up for a gym membership.
I did some searching online and asked for opinions from friends. I finally went into my gym of choice and they had me fill out some info on an iPad while I was waiting to speak to a health something or other. When the health something or other approached me, he was basically a Ken Barbie doll. I followed him around the gym and he showed me stuff and talked to me about fitness and nutrition and tried to get me to sign up for a personal trainer. I'll say he isn't my fav because it was like salesman Ken Barbie and made it seem like I wasn't going to reach goals without paying over $100/month for a personal trainer. Anyway I stuck to my guns (gangly as they may be) and said no I want to try and do it myself.
Day one at the gym, on my own. I have a workout picked out from a site I follow. I walk in and start out with some treadmill jogging. I'm in my faded hot pink shorts (faded cause I've had them for like 10 years) and a bright blue top and I feel like I fit right it with the cardio people. Then it came time for weights. I headed to the area that I like to call testosterone zone. I pick my weights and my spot and just get started. I look around and notice that I stand out a lot. I guess the unofficial dress code for the secret weight lifting club is black, white, gray and red. It seemed I was the obvious newbie. Other than my attire I am sure there were other things that screamed newbie. Anyway, I survived and I don't mind the gym much. Maybe I like people watching. I probably make a lot of weird faces at the gym. I mean I'm watching a girl bust out pull ups like its no big deal but it is because I can't even do one. I mean I tried today and after a few seconds of trying to tell my arm and other muscles what to do I just start laughing. I also kept laughing in the traeadmill and the guy next to me kept looking at me, I was laughing at a texts from a friend but for all he knew I was just a crazy lady on the treadmill. I also do not get in machines or use equipment until I see someone else use it. This is how I avoid accidentally trying to use the painter scaffolding incorrectly (if you dont get it, check out Brian Regan-Health club)
The gym is going to be fun 🙂
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Your Favorite Jeans
There comes a morning in your life when you go to put on your favorite pair of jeans and they no longer fit. It is a day that you want to just sit down in you closet and cry because you don't have a good reason for your pants to not fit like pregnancy or losing weight. Your only reason is that you are getting fat... or bigger, if you are a half full type of person. There is not time for sitting in your closet and crying because you still have to adult and go to work and live life. Although without a good cry you just feel miserable all day and then you end up getting a soda and sugar cookie even though in the back of your brain you realize that this isn't helping the situation... really this is just adding to the problem.
Since turning 20 I don't think I've ever gotten rid of a pair of jeans because they no longer fit. It has always been because I've worn the crap out of them. Currently I have 7 pairs of jeans in my closet. Only one of them fits. I basically have no pants because I'm not okay with wearing the same pair of jeans everyday of the week. The fact that I have 3 pairs of jeans in a "no fit" pile because I feel like a potato shoved into jeans (thanks Jewel) when I put them on. The button may burst off and squash someone's eyeball and I'm just not willing to be responsible for someone losing an eye.
Adulting is hard. I'm not even 30 yet and I already feel the effects of what people say happens at 30, the whole slowing metabolism. But this is my life now. I've been trying to workout and have done so at least 3 days a week. I think my desk job is killing me. I'm a graphic designer and spend 8-ish hours at a desk everyday. I wish I could do my job with a treadmill desk but I don't think I could design and walk at the same time. Lunch breaks I typically throw on my gym clothes and lift some weights, do squats and crossfit stuff. I don't hit it everyday but I try not to go longer than 3 days without doing something active.
If any fitness gurus read this they are probably thinking well its only 20% about what you do in the gym and 80% about what you eat. Well I've been doing better. Okay minus my 24 oz soda and giant sugar cookie binge yesterday. But really Easter candy is my weakness. I typically go through a large bag of Mini Eggs every week and I lose track of the number of peeps I eat. I know, I know you either love or hate peeps but even if you hate them we can still be friends. You hate peeps and I hate peas, we can all still be friends as long as you don't try to shove peas down my throat, I won't shove peeps down your throat. So far I've only bought 2 things of peeps and I didn't even finish the half of one of the packages (it was flavored and gross). I have not bought a single bag of Mini Eggs, and that my friends is a miracle.
Okay so some other people may be like hush your face you aren't even fat, you're only a size 10 and I'm like a 20 so just Shut your pie hole... okay I don't really like pie so cake hole. But really any lady that suddenly has to shop for a size bigger anything is like really? this sucks and I just want to wallow in self pity. So this is my wallowing in self pity and just trying to move on with life. This is my life, I sit at a desk for 8 hours spend 20-45 minutes in the work gym at least 3x a week, I'm eating better... like actually eating veggies (it is hard, sugar is better but whatevs), and I'm still splitting my jeans. So that is cool.
I just want to blame work for ruining my life (sedentary and stressful) but I know that I can't. I am thinking of an exit strategy for the common workplace. I'm probably still a years or so away from that but we will see. Can I just stay at home and be a dog mom but still get paid? ...sigh, and that is the end of self pity blog post.
Since turning 20 I don't think I've ever gotten rid of a pair of jeans because they no longer fit. It has always been because I've worn the crap out of them. Currently I have 7 pairs of jeans in my closet. Only one of them fits. I basically have no pants because I'm not okay with wearing the same pair of jeans everyday of the week. The fact that I have 3 pairs of jeans in a "no fit" pile because I feel like a potato shoved into jeans (thanks Jewel) when I put them on. The button may burst off and squash someone's eyeball and I'm just not willing to be responsible for someone losing an eye.
Adulting is hard. I'm not even 30 yet and I already feel the effects of what people say happens at 30, the whole slowing metabolism. But this is my life now. I've been trying to workout and have done so at least 3 days a week. I think my desk job is killing me. I'm a graphic designer and spend 8-ish hours at a desk everyday. I wish I could do my job with a treadmill desk but I don't think I could design and walk at the same time. Lunch breaks I typically throw on my gym clothes and lift some weights, do squats and crossfit stuff. I don't hit it everyday but I try not to go longer than 3 days without doing something active.
If any fitness gurus read this they are probably thinking well its only 20% about what you do in the gym and 80% about what you eat. Well I've been doing better. Okay minus my 24 oz soda and giant sugar cookie binge yesterday. But really Easter candy is my weakness. I typically go through a large bag of Mini Eggs every week and I lose track of the number of peeps I eat. I know, I know you either love or hate peeps but even if you hate them we can still be friends. You hate peeps and I hate peas, we can all still be friends as long as you don't try to shove peas down my throat, I won't shove peeps down your throat. So far I've only bought 2 things of peeps and I didn't even finish the half of one of the packages (it was flavored and gross). I have not bought a single bag of Mini Eggs, and that my friends is a miracle.
Okay so some other people may be like hush your face you aren't even fat, you're only a size 10 and I'm like a 20 so just Shut your pie hole... okay I don't really like pie so cake hole. But really any lady that suddenly has to shop for a size bigger anything is like really? this sucks and I just want to wallow in self pity. So this is my wallowing in self pity and just trying to move on with life. This is my life, I sit at a desk for 8 hours spend 20-45 minutes in the work gym at least 3x a week, I'm eating better... like actually eating veggies (it is hard, sugar is better but whatevs), and I'm still splitting my jeans. So that is cool.
I just want to blame work for ruining my life (sedentary and stressful) but I know that I can't. I am thinking of an exit strategy for the common workplace. I'm probably still a years or so away from that but we will see. Can I just stay at home and be a dog mom but still get paid? ...sigh, and that is the end of self pity blog post.
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