Work–It’s a Love/Hate Relationship

Work. We have experienced it (I hope). If you’re doing what you love, you gotta enjoy it. If you’re not doing what you love, you probably hate it. However, if you’re stuck somewhere in between where you’re doing what you love, but something just seems to be interfering with your love for the work, you’re stuck in a real life purgatory.

This is purgatory. Google images says so.

Sorry for the gruesome image. I needed some dramatic effect. I’m actually not religious at all.

The issue with my personal purgatory seems to be the environment. The people and the work are just dandy, but it’s the work space I can’t seem to deal with. I assure you I do not work in awful conditions. The building is always heated and cooled when necessary, there is a working toilet, a workout room is provided complete with showers, and we even have brand new desks and desks chairs. The entire floor I’m working on has actually just been rebuilt before I was moved there. This is the gem though. You need to ask yourself, “Why was it just rebuilt?” Of course no one bothers to ask because no one cares. But this my friends, is going to lead to a fact that will be the main contributor of my love/hate relationship with work.

The reason the floor I’m working on was rebuilt is because a while ago it was severely damaged due to a flood which at that time had reached levels higher than the ceiling of the floor I’m working on. Woop-dee-doo.

(sarcastically) “We’re going to put you on this floor that looks wonderful because it flooded really badly before. We hope you enjoy it! Oh and by the way, the windows are 1 foot by 2 feet large and sit eight feet above the ground so you can’t see the light of day until you finish your work and leave for the day.”

Wonderful. Simply wonderful. I find solace in the desk lighting that I have. Although it is not the glowing yellow of the sun shining outside, I can at least fool myself into thinking that this basement is not a prison and that I am in fact basking in the warm wonderfulness of the outside light.

Sometimes I wonder if my co-workers feel the same. I don’t say anything because I don’t want to be the whiner, but a girl has to wonder sometimes.

At least I like the work. That’s half the battle. The pay isn’t that bad either.

You know it's true, so don't deny it.

I’m Not a Hoarder ( I Swear )

The proper terminology would be “collector” , I am a collector. I will admit to that. However I don’t deny that one day I may meet my demise because of this hobby spiraling out of control.

There’s a fine line between collecting and hoarding. That line is drawn up with a little thing I like to call self control. Something I sometimes struggle with when I am around some of my favorite items like yarn or video games.

Upon receiving my Gamestop weekly ad and there is a buy 2 get 1 free offer I need to immediately start looking up what games I could buy that I don’t already have. When I see the ad, my face literally looks like the bunny’s face in the photo.

I call myself a collector rather than an avid user because almost everything I buy, I never get around to using. For instance, I have an entire 20 gallon container full of yarn I have been filling since I was 18. Not all of my yarn is in there since some of it is laying around the apartment taking part in my unfinished project piles (see previous post). Whenever I go to the store and either intentionally or unintentionally run across some yarn in all different weights, textures and colors, I need to get my fix. The vivid colors and softness of the yarn is my weakness. I am a grandma at heart, and I embrace this quality of mine. I am also an avid collector of seed beads. Same story, different object…

There is a little drawer in which I store all my games while promising myself I will one day play them, even though the only one I’m fooling is myself. When a new game comes out that I am interested in, I just have to own it. I always intend to play the games I buy, but never get around to it anytime soon after buying the game.

I can only hope that one day I don’t lose control and cross that line which separates my collector self from my insane hoarding self. If I do cross that line, you will know because you will see me on an episode of hoarders and I will look like our good friend Mr. Ace Ventura. Yes, you heard it here, I would love to “collect” animals. Crazy and hoarding? Not a good combination.

However fun it sounds to have 50 breeds of animal crawling about, my sweet girl Hana might have something to say about that. She is quite boisterous and likes to be the only child. She just might get along with the others, but she will establish her place (at the top of course) in this potentially mad mini animal kingdom. I hope it will never come to this, but at least I know she will jump on my face at night if I do something she disagrees with.

This is my lovely girl Hana. Picked her up as a 2 month old kitten off the street.

I Never Finish Anyth

For the longest time, I have not been able to finish anything I start. It is a trait that plagues my very existence. Before moving to Indiana, I blamed it on school. If you know what an engineering curriculum is like, maybe you know what I mean. If not, think about it this way: class, class, homework, class, lunch, class, homework, meeting, homework, homework, office hours (homework help), homework, homework, homework *voice grows faint in the distance* homework, homework…

And then you wake up and do it all over again!

A very realistic summary of how things are:

Don’t laugh. It’s true. Okay, maybe you can laugh a little..

When I moved to Indiana I slowly began to realize that it was not in fact school’s fault…Knitting projects, crochet projects, books, video games, plans, etc. You name it, I most likely have not finished it. I began paying special attention to this flaw of mine and since then, I have managed to read one whole book. Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. Afterwards I came to find that this is a children’s book. -_-

I began to seek another book to read. I decide my next book will be Kathy Reichs’ Deja Dead. I have it all downloaded to my Kindle and I’m nice and ready to start reading when I realize, “I haven’t knit in a while. I’m going to buy yarn and knit myself a scarf.” This is despite the fact that I have not yet completed my scoodie (scarf hoodie combo) which I am in the midst of crocheting.

I now have also proceeded to promise other poor souls (who are clueless as to what my “condition” is) crochet gifts such as hats. Little do they know, at this point they probably won’t be getting these gifts until Winter 2020.

Chronic abandonment. What will my future children have to endure? One can only imagine. Perhaps they’ll be my next temporary interest. If you are interested in adopting an infant, please email me your information and I’ll contact you when I decide my kids are old news. In the mean time…

What in the world? Am I the only one who does this?

Are your big feet not feeling loved? There’s a solution for that!

There are a lot of unfair things in life. Rather than talking about everything that is wrong in the world, I will pick one issue that I have encountered time and time again that I found a solution to today. Many stores that sell shoes, either don’t carry sizes larger than 9 or 10, or have simply just run out because they order so few. Some shoes aren’t even made in larger sizes. I am a size 11, which makes it hard to find shoes that I like and that fit. I have been to many stores, and even in stores that have a whole section for size 11 I am dissatisfied with. It seems as though the larger the shoe size is, the uglier the styles are for those shoes. Who decided women with large feet had to also wear ugly shoes? It’s an outrage!

Doing what I always do when I encounter a problem, I went straight to Google to see if anyone had found a solution. Apparently, many women have run into this problem and noticed that shoes tend to get more hideous as the sizes progressively increase. All of these women, shop online for their shoes. I thought, “Well, that’s just crazy. What if they don’t fit or I don’t like the way they feel on my feet?”. I ended up exploring some sites that offer shoes for women with larger feet and looked at the return and exchange policies. Many of these online stores allow you to return for a full refund or exchange for a different pair free of cost (granted you have not worn them outside and used them already).

Some of the online stores I found consisted of Barefoot Tess, Big Feet Store, and Large Feet. But one brand I’ve been gunning after that happens to carry a size 11 online (though not commonly carried in stores) is the brand Blowfish. I immediately fell in love and knew I would love a majority of this brand’s collection. I added all shoes of interest to my shopping cart and summed up how much it would be if I bought all the shoes I absolutely loved. It came up to over 300 dollars! So in the end I chose the three pairs I had to have (either because they were clearance items or a part of a sale which ended today) and applied a discount code for 15% off. I purchased my three pairs of shoes for 84 bucks and was ecstatic at the idea of these shoes showing up on my doorstep sometime in the next 2 weeks.

I can honestly say that Blowfish is my new favorite brand of shoes and encourage any one who reads this blog to go and take a look at their collection of styles. As far as a recommended website for shoes sizes larger than 11, I really enjoyed Barefoot Tess and thought their website had a really diverse and enjoyable selection of shoes. In the mean time, I do hope that stores and designers realize that not everyone has feet that are on the smaller end and try to recognize that through size availability and stock. Until then, I have a feeling I’m going to continue taking advantage of shopping online for my shoes since that is better than going to three different stores only to come out of each and every one of them disappointed.

Any thoughts or feelings on this topic? I would enjoy reading what you think in the comments!