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Luck be a Lady

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I am so lucky.  So, so, so lucky.  And I despise the word lucky.  The only luck I believe in is dumb luck.  I feel like with good hard work you get the rewards you deserve.  But over and over I bust my ass and seem to get the short end of the stick.  But I keep trudging on.  I am good to people.  I work hard.  Eventually I know it will all come back around.  So imagine my surprise when I just become overwhelmed with gratitude.  The little things and the big things are adding up to great things.

For the first time in three years I feel the economy turning around.  This in addition to finally having a dry cold winter and a hot summer (aka normal weather). Because of these two factors, business is back on track.  We are so busy that we can’t catch up.  After the past few years of sucky economy and sucky mild weather, I am so grateful to be so exhausted.  My hard work and tenacity was even appreciated by my mother, who thought for sure we’d have to close the doors two years ago, yet here we are.

I have fantastic friends.  I can’t believe that I can spend weekends on end with a gaggle of women that never bicker, fight, backstab, or betray.  All we ever do is laugh.  Even after lots of booze and lack of sleep.  It is awesome to have these ladies in my life.

Random acts of kindness exist.  I witnessed a pretty bad accident last week.  I was running late to work and should have never even been there, but I had to stop.  I witnessed the whole thing and knew that I needed to make sure the girl that was hit wasn’t injured and that I could gamblinggive a full statement of what happened to the police. Later this same night an acquaintance, not even a friend, emailed me asking me if I would like complimentary tickets to an event she knew I was attending with friends.  She sent me eight, yes EIGHT, free tickets for me and all of my friends.  She literally saved us a total of $200 just because she could. And when we only ended up needing seven, we paid it forward by giving a random stranger our extra ticket as we walked into the event.

As weird and stressful as life can be, sometimes we to just need to stop and be thankful what we do have to realize how lucky we are.

Oh, and did I mention I won $100 on a quarter slot machine, when I rarely gamble, paying for my whole weekend?  Gotta love dumb luck. 😉

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Stop! Don’t do it!!!

No matter how many friends tell you it is a good idea, DON’T make the first move!!!

I unfortunately read this blog I read regularly one day too late: Why Girls Don’t Make The First Move

Here is what happened to me:

I’ve been single for a while now.  I hate being single.  I hate dating.  But I don’t PUSH it.  I don’t RUSH it.  I just let things happen.  I am VERY passive when it comes to dating.  Maybe to a fault.  Most of the time I don’t even realize someone is flirting with me until it is too late.  I just don’t function that way.

Until last week.  Ohhhhh Tuesday.  What a  BEAUTIFUL day.  It was sunny.  Blue skies.  I had my entire day planned out.  I had an important errand to run that involved possibly running into my idol.  And ending with a networking event.  So I got dressed a little nicer than normal. Then I walked in the door at work.  “We need you to do this.  We need you do to that” Totally threw my entire day’s schedule off.

So I gathered my thoughts, figured out what I need to do, and made it happen.

I rolled up onto a job site.  A job site I didn’t know til I got to work that I’d have to go to (looking cute, remember) and met a super cute guy.  A friendly, cute, funny, appeared to be single guy.  There was flirting.  LOTS of flirting.

He and I were both scheduled to be back on the job site later that day.  SCORE I thought, I will have a chance to flirt a little more.  Maybe he’ll ask for my number.  No dice.  The second meeting was cancelled.  So I swooned to my friends about how awesome he was.  They/I convinced me to call his office, and leave my cell number with the receptionist.

Note to all:  I AM NOT FORWARD.  I DO NOT DO THESE KINDS OF THINGS.  PERIOD.

So I call the receptionist.  And I gave her my number to give to him.  And I am as high as a kite.  I don’t do these kinds of things!  I don’t make the first move!  I don’t!

Seven days later… he hasn’t called.  So he either never got the message (I hope), wasn’t interested (he’s a good actor), or he’s married (and an asshole).  Or he plays by the “rules” and won’t call til three days later, which is so 1995, I am not sure I can deal.

So much like my dating counterpart @Soon2BecCatLady, I, against my better judgement, made the first move, and crashed and burned…