Category Archives: Writing

Changing careers is difficult


I’m still working in the world of physical therapy, and my negative mindset right now is such that I feel like I’m accruing student debt and I’m never going to pay it off and I’m never going to work in a new field of work.

I’m on hiatus right now until August, and I only have 6 more classes to go.   That part is good.  The bad part is I’ve been shot down for every internship and management job I’ve applied for.  I’m not shooting for the stars here; I looking at management trainee and HR management intern jobs.  I would love to get a job as a change management analyst, but those are few and far between and I have very little management experience.

I’m making pretty good money now and hopefully I can afford to take on a new job that will probably pay less than what I’m making now.

First, I need to lose the attitude.  At least I’m aware that I have an attitude.  Most people aren’t, from what I can tell.





Bosses are dumb.  Or forgetful.  Or cheap.  I haven’t decided.  LOL.  I can almost feel my sense of humor coming back after going to the gym.  All I did was 13 minutes on the elliptical and some leg stretches.  I have a touch of patellar tendonitis so just trying to start slow as to not flare it up.

Found out the new physical therapist is one of those ones that feels that PT assistants are better seen and not heard.  For someone who has been working pretty much independently with occasional questions and discussion with my PTs on staff, this is not going to fly well.

Something random good that happened today:  I decided what I want my next tattoo to be.  I’m not sure when I will get it, maybe this weekend.

I want something to write about.  Fiction.  I want to tell a story.


2016 was a good year, but difficult


I was feeling blessed for awhile, and while I know that I am still blessed, I’m struggling with the feeling of being blessed, if that makes any sense.

I have financial security, a job that pays well, the intelligence to maintain good college grades while managing teenage girls, a husband, a full time job, and a grandbaby.

My personal life overall is great, and I have no complaints.  I’m paying down debt, almost done paying off my car (7 more months), and having regular date nights with my hubby.

My work, however, is pissing me off, and it’s affecting me in different ways depending on the days.  Basically though, I e-mailed my boss recently regarding some issues I had with changes in policy that they made seemingly randomly with no other thought involved than to save a few bucks.  Namely, we are not allowed to take time off during holiday weeks without a 3 month notice (which they told us at the beginning of December) and that if they approve a day off that is next to a paid holiday (no matter how far in advance it is) then we will not be paid for it.

I call bullshit.

Anyway, so she offers me a .50 raise, starting on the next paycheck.  Okay fine.  I’ll take an extra $15 a week, whatever.  So I go on to check on payday, and I see that I’m not making as much as I thought I was.  So I e-mail her, and it turns out I never got the raise promised me last winter, and in the turmoil that is my life, I forgot to double check and I’ve basically been shorted $1.50 an hour for a year.

I got the raise, and am apparently going to get back pay but as my husband says, it’s not in my hand yet, so believe it when you see it.

I’m feeling hateful, because she lied to me about how much the raise was, because she didn’t do her job and make sure I got it (yes, I should have been paying attention, and I own that, but I didn’t even get an apology.  I got blamed because apparently I have to nag the crap out of them to get anything done), because of the holiday pay thing (I want to take July 3 off), because they treat the office staff like shit, and because I damn well feel angry right now.  I’m mad because my parents were in town for Christmas and I didn’t get to take a single day off to see them, so only saw them 3 times while they were here.  I’m also mad that today I worked 10 hours with only a 7 minute break to wolf down half my lunch.

I need to get over this mental block and move on.  I have an opportunity for a job interview, but I need to call.  But it’s the same crap everywhere you go.  I don’t know why I’m trying to get into management and leadership.  My biggest fear is that I will become what I’m angry at right now.

I hope to post at least once a week.  With everything happening this last year, I haven’t prioritized writing.  I miss it.  And I’m sorry that my first post in months is made on such a negative tone.  I will be more positive next time!


Can’t believe I haven’t written since February.


I’ve been taking my college classes.  I’m getting my degree in Leadership, with a management minor.  I’ve learned a lot, but by the time I’m done trying to get all the schoolwork done, I’m burned out being on the computer.  I haven’t had an actual break since Christmas break till this past week.  I didn’t turn on my computer all week except to download books from Amazon.  (I’m reading a Christian romance series called Three Rivers Ranch series, by Liz Isaacs.  I got the first two for free on  I have aced all my classes except for intro to Management by the sheer fact that it was duller than the knife used by the dude who couldn’t cut that really soft thing. (Bad metaphor, my creative side has been on hiatus).

Anyway.  Life has been crazy, taking me round bends I’d never have expected.  Nor wished for, but God leads us to it, and through it, and all that.  As I keep telling my patients, ‘this too shall pass’.  Another cliche, but whatever, that doesn’t take away from the general idea, right?

This morning, I’m supposed to start Business Law and Business Communication, and not really looking forward to this semester.  The communication class will probably be a smidge more interesting, but Business Law?  That sounds dryer that that thing that laid out in Death Valley in the middle of the dry season for months on end.  (I really will work on those metaphors).

I guess I’ll see you right about Thanksgiving unless these classes have less time-consuming reading than I expect.

I forgot for a minute how much I miss writing.







So I’m not allowed to have an opinion?


I just had a facebook slap from a black woman I considered to be my friend because I dared to make a comment about Beyonce, and how people can blow it up however, it’s art and in the interpretation.

I’m not a Beyonce fan.  Does that make me a racist?

I’m an art fan.  I don’t particularly believe that politics and art go together, regardless of skin color, gender, weight, or any other physical attribute said artist might have.

When we stop having these conversations and getting offended over every little thing, only then will racism stop.

I don’t see it happening.  Not any time soon.  Black, to me, is a physical description.  Going off on me because I have an opinion?  Well, now I have a new opinion on her character.

I’m just gonna let this go now.  Un-followed.


Suburban (apparently delusional) white girl.

Long time no write


Wow.  I can’t believe how busy things have been this past 6 weeks.  I went to Arizona to visit my dad in the hospital back at Thanksgiving.  He’s spent both Thanksgiving and Christmas at the hospital.  Apparently he’s going home again today.  Hopefully he will stay there.

I finished my college classes, (got all A’s lol) and am signed up for the next semester.  Sometimes I’m not sure I can handle this pace for the next two or whatever years.  There aren’t many breaks and I go through the summer too.  So if I go on a week long vacation, I need to go somewhere with wifi so I can work on my assignments as needed.  Though I only have two classes over the summer and they aren’t concurrent, so that should feel like a piece of cake after the three I just finished.

I feel a little at loose ends, and had moments where I wish I’d done Nanowrimo instead of going back to college.  Pulled the thread of that dream instead of going for this one.

There’s never really a correct choice, is there?  You do one thing and put something else on hold.  Or you make another decision and it changes everything.  Or not.  No matter what I do, I’m always going to second guess myself.  If you read back through my blog, me going back to college was a decision that I thought about for a long time, and ended up putting it off for a year.  I haven’t make the long term decision to do this career path (leadership, with a management minor), but I’ve committed to going through the summer at least.  If I take some of these classes and hate it, then I may just stop.  Then I’ll have to start looking for a new job again.

Speaking of which, my boss just offered me a raise, as my two year review (which consisted of her e-mailing me and saying, “Good job the past two years, look forward to many more, and here, have a $1.50 an hour raise.”  LOL

Anyway.  Money isn’t everything.  Consistent work, and appreciation from my boss, and a fairly flexible schedule when I have stuff I need to do are good things.  I’m not happy there though.  I’m not clicking with the current batch of office staff (though blink and that will change).  But I’m blessed.  I got through the holidays with a little excess, had gifts bought in a timely manner, did little decorating beyond hanging stockings and putting up a tree.  But I had fun.  Little grandbaby is so stinking cute.  He’s five and a half months old now.  It’s pretty crowded in this house right now and really hoping that’s temporary.

Anyway, I haven’t written anything lately from a creative POV.  I should probably do a little before the next semester starts and crushes my creativity again.