On the Job Hunt

So I’m on the job hunt… yet again. Its like a never ending cycle, pretty much every year I have to find a new job. It seems like I can never hold down a job. I think about why that is and I think there are a couple of reasons.

Most articles I see nowadays are all about how its the millennial’s faults for being too demanding or not wanting to feel complacent or not taking crap from their bosses… but are all those things really bad? I know I’m talking about a very large group of people so lets narrow it down to myself. I feel as if my self worth is more than $10 an hour, but without a college degree in my field I am very hard pressed to find a good paying job. I have been studying accounting for over 5 years now, starting in high school so I have plenty of knowledge in the subject. That being said, when I apply even for an assistant’s job, my resume isn’t even given a second glance because I don’t have a bachelors degree. When you know you have the knowledge but you don’t even have the opportunity to show it off, it is very disconcerting. I started my job that I am currently at as an intern scanning papers and filing them. A year later, I was given an opportunity to become their Chief Financial Officer because they know that I am worth way more than I look on paper. That is literally the most aggravating thing in the entire world to hear- that I know my crap but because I don’t have a simple piece of paper I can’t get a job that I know I would excel at.

Even if I were to find a job, I would need it to be constantly challenging me and making my mind chug away like I know it can. I never want to just be in autopilot at my workplace. I like to solve problems and use my analytical skills when I am working on a project. It makes me happy and keeps me engaged. Why is it a bad thing to not want to be bored at work? I HATED my job when I first started it because I was scanning a paper, renaming the file, and filing it away into a drawer. How boring and mundane. When they started to realize my worth was when I did an audit of the comapny’s files and found way more problems than there should have been. From that point on I controlled their projects. It started with a health insurance audit which would have been a nightmare if I wasn’t a pro at Excel. It evolved from there into many other projects, one of which I saved my company $20,000. Even if I were to start my own company or something, nobody would hire me because I “don’t have enough experience or education”. Why is it so dang hard to find a worth while job with a worth while pay?

Why is it that if you do find a job, most of the time you are put with a crappy boss. I’m not saying this happens all the time or anything because I know it doesn’t, but it sure as heck feels like it. You find a job that you enjoy, that challenges you, that pays you what you are worth and yet you are MISERABLE because your boss is making your life a living hell. Nothing you do is ever good enough, because they say so. What are you supposed to do at that point? Quit? Tolerate it? Go over their heads? It seems like there is no good answer to the question.

So I guess my point is, I need help. I need all the tips I can get for finding a job that I am happy at, challenged at, and paid well at. Is that too much to ask?

When to Move on

Have you ever Facebook stalked someone after a breakup? Yeah? Well, me too. Its normal! We want to see what they’re up to, if they’re doing well without you, if they’re moving on… all normal stuff. The question you have to ask yourself is WHEN DO YOU STOP? Do you waste 6 months and stalk your ex? Do you spend 2 weeks? 2 days? I guess you do whatever feels right.

The problem is, do it in a manner that NOBODY KNOWS YOU ARE DOING IT. You look pathetic to everyone you show and talk to it about. It is time to check yourself and re-evaluate your life when you start to make stalking an obsession. When you start to post on your own Facebook about it, there is a huge problem. What I normally do is maybeeee once every 6 months or so I will check in. See what they’re up to.

When I hear through the grapevine that you are keeping tabs on me in a very detailed way, it actually scares me! When you dig for info on everything about me- job, living situation, current love life…. that is some serious criminal stalking. Whats next? Are you going to follow me around town? Create a dummy account and follow all of my social media? I mean you’re already getting all of the info that’s on there anyhow, so I guess you have some better friends than I do. Or maybe not- maybe they are just as bad as you. Giving out private information that someone releases to a select group of friends on social media- how do you consider that okay?

At what point do you stop? At what point do you realize that you went overboard and you need to step off? Is it now? Probably.

Even if you aren’t fresh out of a breakup, consider what you are telling people. What information do you look for on a person? What info do you feel comfortable giving out to other people? Let me tell you this, if you are a Facebook friend of mine and you are giving out my personal information, there will be some hell to pay. Just do me (and yourself) a favor and think about what you have said to other people in the past few days. Is there any personal information about someone you know? If there is, please stop. That person probably didn’t give out their information to the general public for a reason. Would you give someone’s number out without asking them first? I sure hope not!

Leave a comment for me- how long do you Facebook stalk someone after a breakup? What is your length of time?

Making a Decision

How do you choose between being in love and having a career that you love?

I know most people would automatically choose one or the other but let me explain- I have been in a loving committed relationship for over two months. He is literally the best thing that has ever happened to me. I feel like myself when I’m around him with is not something I can say about any of my other relationships. He makes me truly happy, like almost nothing else. What makes this a hard decision is that I would be getting a pretty big raise and I would be training to be the CFO of a company in Reno, NV.

That all sounds great right? Except my boss told me today that I would have to move back to Reno in order to accept that job. When Jacen and I first started dating, we made a mutual decision that long distance was not a thing either of us were going to go through. Only in deployments when Jacen is serving our country would we make an exception. So here’s my dilemma- move and be the CFO of a company that would pay for me to get my accounting degree, all at the age of 21 or stay where I am with the love of my life and continue along the course we are on and probably get married and life a long full life together.

I know what my heart wants- love. And as I’m talking it over with you guys and Jacen I am starting to come to the same conclusion with my head too. Why would I stay at a job that is already driving me crazy and I’m only an assistant? Why in the world would I sacrifice my sanity and the love of my life to make $35,000 a year. Like that’s even a lot!!!

So I guess all I can ask if for your guys’ opinions. Maybe you are going through some of the same things?? Life is full of difficult decisions and the only thing we can do is be there for each other in times of need. Let me know what y’all think!

The Logistics of a Breakup

As if the emotional aspect of breaking up isn’t hard enough, the logistics of one are enough to drive anyone to a boxing gym membership (I found one on Groupon for Las Vegas that includes 4 boxing sessions and is only $30!!! https://www.groupon.com/deals/ilovekickboxing-com-11-las-vegas).

Four month ago I was living in a 2-bedroom apartment in Reno with my boyfriend of almost three years and his best friend. My boyfriend and I decided to move down to Vegas about three months ago- it was NOT a mutual decision. When we got here, I was informed that he would be living with his parents. I, having nowhere else to go and no money to afford anything, also had to live with my parents for a few weeks. Pretty much we went from living together for the past two years to living thirty minutes apart with people that wouldn’t let us be alone. I was broke from paying for the move and he was broke from not having a job so what were we supposed to do? Apparently the answer in his mind was a big fat nothing. In the following month, we saw each other a total of two times. TWO. After a while, I couldn’t stand it anymore and I broke up with him.

I was one of the lucky ones- we weren’t actually living together when we broke up. I didn’t have to figure out how to get out of a lease or find a new place to live. There are A LOT of other logistics that I didn’t even think about though. Some of them are STILL playing themselves out. To start with, we still owed $600 to our apartment building due to some damage to the place. We already had an agreement with them to pay $100 a month until it’s paid off. What do we do now with 5 more months of payments? Neither of us wanted to take it over fully (obviously) so we ended up settling on him transferring me $50 a month. Okay, cool! We have one thing figured out… maybe?

When we were together we had opened up a bank account with both of our names on it. I mean, we thought we were going to be together forever so why not? (LOL, if I only knew) We obviously didn’t want to see each other again so WHAT WERE WE GOING TO DO? Apparently just leaving it was the answer. It sat there for two months until today. I pissed him off somehow and he messaged me saying that he wanted nothing to do with me and he was going to close the account whether I wanted to or not. He was also transferring the $50 a month to it and I really didn’t want to give him my new bank account number. I had a decision to make! After pondering it over, I asked him to wait a few days so that I could grab everything from it. I also asked him to send me the rest of the payments in one lump sum, totaling $150. Apparently he decided that he would only transfer me $50 because I still had headphones of his. So we squabbled for a while about it before he decided that he would give me $20 extra dollars on top of the full payment so that I could ship his headphones to him. Apparently he called Wells Fargo and they said that he could close the account without my permission (really, Wells Fargo??) and he was going to do it tomorrow.

All of this was getting to be too much to deal with. Every trivial detail was monumental because it was his way or the highway. THEN he decided to add insult to injury and ask me for my Spotify because he didn’t want to lose it if I took him off of my family plan. Of course I wasn’t going to give it to him because its linked to my Facebook account and there was no way in hell I was going to give THAT to him. Absolutely not. I even called Spotify to see if they could un-link my account from Facebook and still keep all of the setting (the answer is no, by the way). At this point in our conversation today, I wanted to do nothing more than to sock him in the jaw and watch it break. Violent of me? Probably. HENCE the gym membership. In the past month, the only thing that has saved me from boiling over the top was my gym membership. It got my aggression out and it focused my mind. It calmed me by making me focus on something much more taxing of my body. It truly is a life saver.

What do you all do to keep your head on? Read? Blog? Run? All of the above? It is so important to have some type of stress reliever in your life, so give me some more ideas! Also, let me know what you would have done in my situation. Bank account, living situation, memberships, everything! Apparently I need some advice because this break up didn’t work out so well. Do any of them?

Aviation Nation

Today I spent the day down at Nellis Air Force Base in Las Vegas, NV. I got to have a daddy-daughter day with my father who LOVED IT. As you know, I have a boyfriend in the Air Force and he is stationed here. He actually worked the event so I got to see him a few times. This event was so many things all rolled into one.

This Air Show was historic. It marks the 70th anniversary of the Air Force and the show was spectacular! Let me tell you- my ears are STILL ringing. Even though I knew pretty much nothing going into the military world with my boyfriend, I felt like I was a part of something at this show. One thing that many people don’t realize is that the military men and women loveeee showing off their toys. I walked around and talked to war vets and fighter pilots. I got to hear stories of their flying days. It was so incredibly heartwarming.

Thus Air Show was a time for family. As I was walking around the base all I could see were little girls holding their dad’s hand or little boys with their toy airplane in hand. I saw a town come together to have a good time and to watch the awe-inspiring performance that the base put on for us. I walked around looking at all the planes and listening to my father tell stories about his dad. I never met my grandpa because he died before I was even born and I never knew much about him either. Today was the first time that I heard he was a pilot. My dad was telling me storied about himself as a kid and his dad being part of the Civil Air Patrol. It was nice to hear all of those stories about my family that I never knew.

Now that I am going to be part of the military family, I had a new appreciation of today. If you have any pictures or stories from your airshow, let me know!

A New Beginning

So as you OBVIOUSLY know, this is my VERY FIRST blog post! I was nervous creating this blog because I am not a very experienced writer. I was freaking out that nobody would read these and I would have started a blog for nothing. Then as I was thinking about what to write and what people would want to read, I realized that I can’t start a blog for the sole intention of getting people to read it. I have to write about things that I personally want to write about.

That being said, I couldn’t decide on what to write. I would come up with ideas from my daily life and start to write a post in my head and then I would get like a paragraph in and my post would go to crap. Maybe it was way to personal or maybe it was just too damn stupid. I was starting to realize that starting a blog wasn’t just going to be a piece of cake. (Silly me! how could I think otherwise!!!) So as I’m sitting here I figured I would tell you a little about myself on this very first blog post. So here goes nothing-

I was born and raised in Las Vegas, NV. I was raised as a spoiled child, and yet I didn’t know it. I would get pretty much everything I wanted, I lived in a big house in a gated neighborhood, and my family always had food on the table. As I got older and started seeing the way that my friends lived I started to realize that I was living a great life. Then 2008 hit and my family came across very hard times. We lost our house and had to move. At the time I had absolutely no clue what was going on. I was sad that I was leaving my house with my friends in the neighborhood. I was losing all my good hiding spots for hide and seek! What was I going to do? I pretty much had grown up in that house. I helped my parents break ground when they were building it. For 8 years of my life, this house had been my safe place.

No matter what I said, we had moved in the coming months. But I realized something in that experience- I was a strong girl and that my happiness wasn’t dependent on monetary things. Even though I was raised a spoiled child, I was not a spoiled teenager. Well, sort of. I did get a car when I was 16- but I paid for it myself. I did more than one present at christmas, but I didn’t get birthday presents. I had the best of both worlds. My parents gave me all that they could but I knew what was going on in the world. I knew it wasn’t easy for them. When I turned 15 and I could legally start working, I did.

I know the value of work and perseverance. I put myself through 2 years of college when I graduated. It all ended when I lost my job. I couldn’t afford anything. I couldn’t afford to pay my credit card bills or my rent. Through this time I had a friend help me out. He was very kind to me. Then 6 months later I got into a car accident and was hospitalized. I had just started a new job a month prior. It was the day before Thanksgiving- November 23rd, 2016. I was rear ended on the freeway. I was nearly at a stop and the guy behind me was still going freeway speed. I drove home that night and didn’t think anything of it. The next day I woke up with a splitting headache. In the day following, I was violently sick and barely conscious. I was rushed into the trauma room at the hospital when my parents took me in. I had a concussion, a burst ovarian cyst, and severe whiplash. I was lucky to say the least. Since then I have gone through months of physical therapy and chiropractic sessions and am feeling better. I am lucky to be alive.

I have found in myself, a need for love, a need for good, and a need for passion. I realized what I wanted in life and that was to be happy. And in August of 2017 I found what made me happy. His name is Jacen and hes a military man (A man in uniform- ugh. So H.O.T. hot!) He is the love of my life- he protects me, loves me, and cooks for me. Its a damn good thing he cooks for me because I cant cook to save my life. I mean the first time that Jacen came over I made microwave pizza. And burnt it. He rounds me out. We are currently making plans for our future together and let me tell you- ITS FREAKING ME OUT. I love the man, but I do not love the military lifestyle. I have been in one place pretty much my entire life and now I have to get used to moving every 2-3 years. That’s some adjustment! So anyways, if you have any suggestions for me, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!!!