I quit my job..


So... that was quick!

3 weeks, to be exact.

Remember last month when I was ridiculously laid off from my nanny job, then found a real-life job with real-life adults that I seemingly enjoyed? Well... turns out, that job was definitely not for me.  I thought I was to the point where I could just "work for a paycheck", but apparently, I cannot.  My spirit, my soul, my very being just won't allow for me to sacrifice myself in the name of the all mighty dollar.  I truly have never been that way, and honestly, I'm probably the happiest person when it comes to their life, their job (usually.. although the past year has put me through the ringer), their everything.  At least, that's my perception based off what my friends tell me about their "corporate" jobs and having all this money and them being unhappy, still, no matter how much dough they rake in... So right now, I just want to share about this dumb ass job and why I quit 3 weeks in, k?

I worked for a glass shop- and yes, they made bongs.  As a recently reformed stoner (oh, you didn't know that about me? I've never really specifically stated this for fear that my mother might be reading- are you reading this mom?, but she is fully aware of the situation, has gone through the 7 stages of grief, and is now super thrilled about us quitting this past January- also, if you didn't know this about me, I'm seriously starting to wonder about how accurate you can read people. Because it's not very good.), I didn't have a problem working for stoners, who make stoner products, and get stoned all day at work.  Sure! Great! You're going to pay me? I'll take it.

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So, I took this job at the glass shop after the strangest, shortest interview ever.  Seriously, the interview lasted all of 5 minutes, the boss asked me zero questions, and just basically said here's the job, you want it? It was weird.  I usually shine at interviews, and relish the opportunity to talk about myself- it's almost like therapy: you talk about your strengths, your weaknesses, your current situation and where you see yourself in the future... No? Am I the only one who loves interviews? I digress...

I showed up my first day and was showed one thing around the office before being thrown into the sweaty shop and put to work.  I was the only girl there, and that definitely was all right with me- I've always been one of the dudes and have found, up until very recently, that I prefer to hang out with dudes over dramatic girls. I'm sure a lot of you are like this, or have been like this at one point in your lives, yes?

My job was essentially to put labels (glorified stickers that must be perfectly aligned and squeegeed all the water out and oh yes, did I mention they must be perfectly aligned? before getting baked onto the pieces once they are put into the kiln) on each and every bong that was made.  Again, this job was totally fine, except the second day I went in, I was told that everything I did the first day was done wrong.  Ummm... no, it wasn't. I did everything exactly as you told me. But fine, ok, I'll redo it. I certainly don't mind you paying me twice to do the same job.  That's all on you buddy, not me.

Now, here is where working for stoners gets to be a bitch.  The above scenario I just described? It happened EVERY DAMN DAY I was at work.  I'm not even playing with you.  I would spend 8 hours one day doing exactly what I was told to do, only to come in the following day and spend 8 hours redoing it because said stoners forgot what they really wanted.  Ugh, I just could not handle that.  I could not handle the inefficiency, the forgetfulness, the minimal direction, the sheer lack of problem solving or wanting to make this business work.  These fools have seriously never heard of "measuring twice, and cutting once"- they measure once and cut 15 times... Clearly, just because you can get high at work, doesn't mean you should...

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So... I quit yesterday.

Oh, I forgot to mention- on my third day (THIRD DAY, people!), apparently I screwed up these labels soooo badly, it caused my boss (the owner) to PUNCH A WALL. Mind you, he himself is glass blower, which requires the use of his hands.... I'll let the hilarity of that sink in, because when it happened, I did not cry like I thought I might have- I stifled a laugh.  How does punching a wall solve anything?!  I mean, how can I fix this? Oh, by watching your blood pressure sky rocket and you damaging your hand by acting like a teenager? Cool, I can do that.

Only... I can't.

I've realized... as much as I was bummed about my last nanny job and the direction it was going, I really need to be in a position where I'm immediately affecting and helping other humans.  And putting stickers on over-priced bongs that the makers get super anal about (I started to believe maybe they were on crack or something else that makes you high strung- I certainly was never high strung when I was high- and neither were any of my stoner friends..) only to sell them for thousands of dollars to high school kids who have nothing better to do with their lives but to see how straight the label is (I'm not even kidding), is not effectively "helping" people.

So I'm back on the nanny scene- I've applied for like, 50 jobs in the past two days, and have an interview for one tomorrow.  Wish me luck!  I'm also starting on my PhD this week (eep! but that's a whole separate celebratory/announcing post.. but since we are friends, I'll tell you: I HAVE MY MASTER'S DEGREE!!!) and yoga school next week, so watching a kid or two is more up my alley... I have to say, this past month has opened my eyes up to myself: I know what I want to do, and it's aligned with what I need to do.  They are blending together harmoniously.  And I'm done sacrificing that for anything- it's simply not worth it.  This is my life, this is my one shot at it, and I'm tired of putting off what I want to do in order to conform to society's/friend's/family's expectations or perceived notions of what I "ought to be doing".  After all, I'm the best authority at knowing what I ought to do.. and holy shit you guys, I'm fucking doing it!

Kiwi Green Smoothie


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I love kiwi in my smoothies- it gives just enough tartness and citrus flavor to keep things interesting, and kiwi really cuts down on the strong taste of "green".  I bought a pack of kiwi from Costco, because I really do like having enormous quantities of fruit stored around the kitchen.  That way, I don't ever have to worry about skimping on ingredients, or not having enough of the things I truly want.

I split this smoothie with Justin, and both of us sucked it down immediately.  It was quite tasty.  So grab a friend, your blender, and be prepared to love this Kiwi Green Smoothie.

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- 5 bananas
- 3 huge handfuls of spinach
- 2 kiwis
- water
- ice, as needed

Blend everything up, adding as much or as little ice as needed (feel free to substitute the ice with frozen berries.  I never use ice, though, because I hate having smoothies "cold", which I know sounds weird.  It's just too much of a shock for my system. If you add berries, your smoothie will look like a swamp, instead of this gorgeous green goodness pictured above).

Happy Birthday, everyone


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Today, is a lot of people's birthdays.  My very best friend, Kim (who's off in Malaysia for work- Malaysia, Singapore, I don't know even know, really- BECAUSE YOU NEED TO CALL ME LOVAH!), my deceased grandmother, and my imprisoned brother.  Obviously, not seeing my brother totally sucks.  We've always celebrated his birthday with dinner and family time... but not this year.  I can't even imagine what it's like to be sitting in a jail cell on your birthday.  Jail itself would be depressing, but spending your birthday there? I just couldn't.  Luckily (?), his birthday falls on a Tuesday this year, and Tuesdays usually he gets to use the phone.  So hopefully, I'll get to wish him a proper birthday and maybe even sing to him.  No maybes about that, I'm singing (;

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So, anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my sweet brother and my dearest friend.  I miss both of you so much it hurts.  Sending all the love and booze and birthday cakes out into the universe!


The Saguaro Desert Weekender


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Like most people, my jaw dropped to the floor when I saw the astronomically high priced tickets for Coachella.  For a second, I did consider it: I have never been, and I honestly feel as if I'm "too old" to do that kind of shit anymore (a few years a go, Justin and I went to the Joshua Tree Reggae Festival, and even then, I felt out of place).  So, I clearly didn't buy tickets and put it out of my mind.

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A few weeks ago (maybe even longer than that?), Kelsey and I were talking about how cool it would be to come out to Palm Springs and just hang out during Coachella.  It's basically the same "vibe", just not the same degree- because several of these trendy hippie folks stay out in Palm Springs.  So Kelsey RSVPed us to attend the Desert Weekender Pool Party at the Saguaro Hotel.  It was free, there was an ice bar, DJ's, the pool, and, oh yeah, free booze.  Yes, you read that right- free booze.  Although we didn't find out about the free booze until 4 hours into partying (after we met a a future Olympian.. not even joking), but hey, $5 dollar tall cans of Stella were not too bad, either.

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Basically, we are already planning on going back next year.  We scored killer seats right at the front of the pool, stayed on the complete other side of the DJ booth (so it was "less" crowded, although still packed!), had the greatest time people watching (OMG, you guys... people wear heels at the pool, it's like a thing now.  Heels and ankle monitors, apparently), and enjoyed Justin getting hit on by a few of the fabulously dressed dudes. It's happening again this weekend, and while we will be out in Palm Springs, we are not attending.  Instead, we are celebrating my Mom's boyfriend's 65th birthday, so that should be equally as fun.  But, if you have a free day this coming weekend, I highly suggest you RSVP and hit up the Saguaro Desert Weekender Pool Party!

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See you next year, Saguaro Desert Weekender!

happy list // 008


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- Friends.  As I've grown older, I've been more selective with how and who I spend my time with.  The past few weeks have proven that I truly have surrounded myself with the most wonderful, supposrtive, hysterical, and fun friends. I love the support, the compassion, the giggles and the jokes, and the all out ridiculousness that happens whenever I am around those fools.  Grateful is an understatement.

- To Adorn.  My newest sponsor, To Adorn, is sort of like all those other online pop up shops- you know the ones... Discounted deals/styles/items that last for only a few days.  What I like about them is that everything is close to my style: simple, not too frilly, basic pieces.  I've had a hard time remaining interested in most of these kinds of sites, simply because, hello!? I'm not a girly girl and I don't like half the crap you are peddling.  But To Adorn is way more up my alley and I'm excited to partner with them!  Make sure to check them out!

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- I did it. I officially am enrolled in 200 RYT (registered yoga teacher) training! I am so excited!!! I already received 2 of my books, downloaded a few classes (I've done 1 of the classes twice now, and I love my teacher. I love her style. I love her class!), and paid for my 4 day yoga retreat out in the desert.  This is truly where I belong, at this exact moment in my life, and I couldn't be happier or more at peace.

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- New life.  There is so much new life around the ranch lately: baby hummingbirds, several bird's nests, new cactus flowers, hibiscus, the hawk came back and is nesting... Spring time is literally the best around here.  Plus, it's been 88-93 all week.. just splendid, if you ask me.  I cannot wait to plant even MORE flowers to encourage the birds to stay, and to see what these babies look like flying around.

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I wore this to the dinner I spoke of in yesterday's post.  It was surprisingly chilly even though the temperature was rather hot near our house.  Going to the beach the past few times, I've come to realize that I am, in fact, a desert dweller.  Really, going anywhere where the temperature isn't going to at least hit 90 is chilly for me. I know, I'm a brat, but I can't help it.  After living in the desert for nearly all my life, I've become accustomed to the heat.. Anyway, I really derailed here... Here's my date night outfit:

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top & bag: Forever 21 // pants: Costco // shoes: J. Kuo // jewelry: Forever 21, Tilly's, Windsor // watch: Guess

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