The Complicated Life after the Long Silence

So it has, admittedly, been quite some time since I've updated my blog.  Well, allow me to go make myself a cup of tea, settling in for a tiche, and tell you all about it.  Then I really do need to go work out (I've been a bit lax on it and I'm starting to notice certain flub creeping back in).  So where do I start?

First, I got a reply from a job recruiter for two jobs a company might be interested in me pursuing.  Except, I haven't heard back.  So now, do I awkwardly email back asking if they are still interested?  Or do I wait? I go with the waiting.

Second, I got issues with a co-worker at work.  If you haven't dealt with someone who says they are head over heels in love with you, let me tell you: it is uncomfortable.  So, I decided way back that I was going to take a vacation.  And I did.  But before I left, I texted this employee and told him I had no feelings for him like that and that I was sorry but I had to clear things up before I left for my retreat.

I left for a small town in Minnesota.  And let me tell you, it was wonderful.  I relaxed, I had fun, I had good thoughts, and I learned a lot about myself and who I was as a person.  So I drove back home and decided I was going to be a happier person.  Mind you, I am keeping to it still!  That's how amazing that small retreat was for me.  But I am definitely being tested.

So back to the story.  I got home and after relaxing and smiling I went to bed right away.  I was exhausted but in the good kind of way.  But then I woke up. . .and BAM!  Life was coming back for me.  Reality was sinking it's teeth into my arm and telling me, "Try smiling now, bwahaha!"  So.  I cringed as I looked at the three page long text message from this work friend pretty much confessing everything. I decided I wasn't going to deal with it right at that moment and went on with my day.  Well that lead to a moping co-worker and let me tell you, the children don't do well with moping boys.

So I have had to deal with issue for about a week but according to my other co-worker, this has been going on for two (I just wasn't there to witness last week).  Anyways, it ended up with his awkward text messages, crying in the parking lot (him not me), and then him suddenly getting super happy when he asks if we can talk about what happened (I think he thinks we are going on a date.  We aren't).  So now I get to clarify that this weekend.  I should be a big girl and do it in person but this is getting far to uncomfortable.  Plus, I brought it up to my parents, and they don't feel comfortable with me meeting him at all.

But right now, I am happy and enjoying my Saturday.  I'm going to go have lunch with a mate and then I'm just going to go from there.  Whatever happens, happens :)

Wish you all the same!

Cheers

~E. M. Peterson

Focus

So I thought week of terrible adventures was over.  Apparently not!  It's almost as if life is trying to suck all my livelihood right out of me.  It drinks my milkshake. And I don't even like that movie!  So, this weekend is all about changes I need to make.  I need to find a new job.  I need to figure out my life.  I need to get organized.  So this Saturday I am home alone with no one to keep me company but my dog.  And now that I sound like the crazy dog lady, I'm going to go and clean some stuff up.  And do some writing.  Once my tea is done.

~E. M. Peterson

Oatmeal, Sushi, and Staring at the Mess of a Room

I love those awkward moments when someone asks me to read their things, and it's not my sort of cup of tea.  I love my friends and acquaintances but self-help books are more a last-resort kind of thing for me.  I think it comes from my stubborn side of "I don't need help! I may be drowning in 10 feet of quicksand, but I got this!"  So it's my own fault, really!  I don't want to seem snobbish, there are some fantastic self-help books.  I just tend to be that nerd chilling in the fiction or fantasy section yelling, "Stupid Sansa! This is why I never liked you!" (let's be real, Arya Stark is where it's at).  So now the question is, "What is my reaction?"

Option A:  "Oh man! This is the best! Order me up a copy!"

Option B: "That's great, I hope you write more of it."

Option C: "Not my cup of tea, but it's good from what you've shown me."

Option D: "I didn't really care for it, if you want my honest opinion."

Option E: ". . ."

Don't worry, I'm fabulous at thinking on my toes in those kinds of situations (cue sarcasm).  So I went with Option B.

I feel like such a horrible person for thinking such thing, but I know that's how people are with my writing as well!  Not everyone is going to jump on board to my, "Dragons are coming!" type stories.  Nor will people be sold on, "Why the heck is there a woman Watson?  Did you steal that?  That's dumb." (No I didn't steal it, I just couldn't get it published before CBS created their new series).  I guess when I'm on my break for work I can be a little miss chatty pants.  Maybe I should actually get to the point of what I titled this as. . .

Well, it's all really about food (minus the cleaning part.  That just isn't getting done again).  I'm trying to eat better and get into better shape.  My butt could really use it.  And for the most part it's going well but sometimes I just get sick of staring at oatmeal.  And eggs.  And I love eggs!  But there are days when I just need a big ol' sugary fat donut.  That's all I want!  But I am strong! I can do breakfast and snack pretty well. It's just lunch and rarely dinner that I hit a road block.  And dessert. . . chocolate is my drug.  Okay, I'd better attempt to pick up a few things with the 15 minutes I have left.  And I think my fish are giving me a, "Why haven't you cleaned our tank?!" look.  I'm a good owner. . .

Here is a picture of something I can be proud of!  I helped picked out this plant for Mom and it has bloomed!  At least my green thumb is still pretty good!

~Love E.M. Peterson