Last evening, I had a one evening vacation. No, it wasn't really a vacation. I drove 3 hours, had a nice hotel room, and sat and read while knowing that my cats were safe in the hands my favorite neighbor. Most people knew I was going down to Cincinnati and northern Kentucky for a brief stay, but I was dismissing the thought until the moment I crossed into Ohio.
I had been scared and anxious about leaving, as always, but this time was different. I was afraid of what was on the other end of that trip. I arrived in Cincinnati around 8:30 pm and my first choice of food just wouldn't seat me or the guy behind me. We both stormed out, but laughed it off in the parking lot. I ended up going to Wendy's where I ran into my new friend again. We waited for about 20 minutes on food. The hotel was nice, but the elevator hated me. It only opened for the guy eating Skyline Chili. I swear it just wanted food. I could list all kinds of missteps that happened that night and morning, but it isn't really the point.
When I fell asleep last night, I slept better than I have in months. Maybe it was because Amber wasn't smacking me in the face, or maybe it was because I was finally coming to peace with what I was looking for, but I was finally calm for the first time in months.
I came back as soon as I could for meetings in the afternoon and came back to do a few office things. I felt no anxiety going into work. I was excited to go in, even on my day off. I laughed and chatted with my boss, caught up on important emails, and went to my favorite meetings of the month.
I know why I felt peaceful coming back. It was all of the people I encountered today. Whether they were in Kentucky or Indiana, you helped put my reeling mind at ease. I finally know where I am going... for now!
I would love to know who pissed off mother nature. I am legitimately curious. The United States and the Caribbean Islands have taken a royal beating and it doesn't appear to be done yet.
When I hired my new student worker Tiny, I had no idea that he was from Houston. It wasn't until he was getting calls from family in floods that it really hit home that it was real. Every day we watch the news or see stories about tragedies in our news feed. It is so rare that these stories hit home. I asked Tiny if he took on the job because he wanted to help them. He said no, but he would give every last dollar now to help.
I was floored by that. Sometimes I feel very spoiled. I come home to my beautiful cats, drive a nice car, have a job, and am surrounded by amazing people. I get to watch Netflix every night and diffuse my Young Living oils just like I am a princess.
As word spread that Irma was heading towards the United States, Florida specifically, I immediately had knots in my stomach. I had few friends in Texas, but Florida is different. A few people from high school and a few good friends from book club have all relocated to the sunshine state. When I first heard Irma was a Category 5, part of me laughed and part of me was instantly wanting to talk to Leah and Kaitlin. I knew they were okay because the storm hasn't hit. I wanted to make sure to let them know that they had rotten timing to move to Florida.
It was great to talk to these ladies and here what they were planning. Plans are ever changing, but I am happy to see that they are safe and trying to safe. I couldn't imagine losing any of my friends that I play Cards Against Humanity with.
Saturday and Sunday, Irma will hit Florida in some way and Jose and Katia are following behind. I hope that all of my friends stay safe and I hope everyone in general stays safe. If you have to stay, may God bless you.
I still wonder why we are getting hit by such terrible hurricanes all at once. Harvey and Irma, both abnormally terrible storms, seem to paint a picture of a miserable rest of the season. Sometimes it isn't about the negative, but it is instead about the positivity that follows it.
On a daily, basis, I like to make jokes about being old, boring and chubby. Most people around me, especially at work have grown to learn and sometimes enjoy my little idiosyncrasies. All of my student workers have learned with a short period of time to scowl when I habitually floss my teeth and when I do almost anything. They know I will change my mind, rearrange things, and say incredibly random things on a very regular basis.
It is not surprising that after less than a month, my new student workers are just as much family as the last. My old student worker still has no problem coming in ad eating my box of doughnuts, but the new workers have a new sense of comfort that is hard to explain.
A few short days ago, my intern and I were working on our social media plan. One item that was brought up was Snapchat. My initial reaction was, what the hell is the point of this? Well, I got the account. I have had no shame in messaging Julie for help. When I do something on there, they insist on checking my work, they guide me, and they make fun of me when I get frustrated when I can't figure out how to go back to something.
When I was young, I was told to never cave to peer pressure. Whoever warned about this never knew about a 30 year old supervising people in their 20s.
Today I decided to finally go back to a salon for my hair coloring needs. You won't see me with 3 different colors in a month in the near future, and yes, that does make me sad. What doesn't make me sad is the customer experience. I used the trusty google machine to find some worthy salon that would give me the biggest bang for my buck, yet not be super sketchy.
Well, I was satisfied. I am consistently unsatisfied in life. My friend Susan and I have even had deep psychological conversations about why I am so willing to change things. I claim that I am perfectly described by the song "Satisfied" in the musical Hamilton. While some of this may be striving for approval, other parts of it may come from the insecurity of being 30 and still single.
Well I know really cool things are coming and I don't just mean the weather! I thought it was time to invest in me. It was time to say, I'm worth more than a $9 box.
My trusty friend Google sent me to Forum Day Spa and Salon. It was early, the alarm cat woke me up at 3 am, my hair was sticking straight up, I had a mysterious cut on my face, and I had one of those allergy sore throats that screamed fall. I dragged myself up and put my short hair in a small ponytail, attempted to makeup over the cut, and grabbed some tea for the allergy throat. I made my way to the salon, still early, and with Starbucks in hand.
I was very pleased with the absolute ball of energy that surrounded my hair and me. Heather Rogers, had originally planned to take the day off, but she, like me, didn't want to go play in the rain. For the first time in many years, I said just do something that looks nice. I am really not that picky. Some stylists probably love that and others probably want to hit you with a hairbrush. I was loved. Not only was I treated amazing, but I loved my hair.
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A few months ago, I had the extreme displeasure of firing my first employee. It was horrible because you felt like you failed as a supervisor and trainer. You put all of this time and energy into giving this person the knowledge you know, and it is often not accepted or appreciated.
I know this employee appreciated it, but when you are young, you don't always know how to manage life, work, relationships, and responsibilities. At the end of the day, I had to give up.
The moment I ended this work relationship, I looked at this employee's face and saw something familiar. I saw someone who was overwhelmed and lost. I saw someone who didn't know how to exist independently and someone who was a little scared. I saw me when I was just a little older than her.
I honestly didn't think that this was a hopeless case. I honestly felt like I had a good work foundation because of the places I worked early in my career. I tool a vacation day that week and I told her that we were going job hunting. We went to fast food restaurants and retail places. Eventually we realized that almost everything is online so we sat at the computer and started applying places that way.
Fast forward to a few days ago when I decided to go to Taco Bell. I knew she got the job there because her cousin is one of my best friends. I took a chance and hit the drive through and she was there. We chatted and laughed like we had so much we wanted to talk about. Before I left, I got a thank you. Why? Because I helped her get the job and took a chance to help instead of discounting someone when things didn't work out.
Employees are human and as much as we want to discount it, they are just as much part of our family as our blood family. We spend just as much time with them, we defend their honor, and we teach them like they are our children. I was proud to get that simple thank you after I was criticized for helping her. It made me believe that humanity isn't dead, we just need to give it a charge.
If you are anything like me, you have been entranced by a recent video of a nurse being forcibly removed from her job and harassed by a police officer, just for standing up for a patients rights. I admit that when I first saw it, I felt sick. I was shocked and angry. I heard the supervisor on the phone talking her through and I saw her read everything out to the officer, and I kept thinking, this is why we have policy. This is why we have protections for employees and patients.
I don't work in medicine and I don't work in in law enforcement, but these are two extremely difficult jobs. One of the things that broke my heart even more was to see them in corners against each other. These are occupations that both put service over self in so many ways. They both work countless hours to help people. They work to help the community. While every job is important in its own way, I would like to believe that a special place in heaven is reserved for people who work in these fields.
I am still angry about this video. My anger has changed since I first watched it though. Now I am angry because so many people are going to judge all law enforcement because this guy was a jerk.
That nurse had every right to press charges, but she isn't. She is accepting the apologies of his superiors and continuing her work. That officer is under investigation, as he should be. Just remember that not all officers are under investigation because of this. Not all of them have terrible tempers and reason right from wrong. Most law enforcement leave home every day not knowing if they will come home that night. Most nurses wonder what pain they will see that day. These people are not much different. They are both incredibly human. They deserve to be treated that way.