Buddha stated that happiness is not found in a set of circumstances, but is found in a set of attitude.  An easy way to find unhappiness is to grumble and complain about life.  When the mind is focusing on the positive with gratitude,  it is difficult to complain, and hence, happiness naturally flows through us.

Nature is  very kind to us. Whichever attitude we choose, complaining or celebrating, nature reflects back to us exactly what we are seeking. Our mentality is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Hence, we manifest our own destiny.

Exercise:

You’ll need a pen and paper, preferably from a personal journal, and a timer. Take stock of whatever you are unhappy about.  Give yourself up to ten minutes. Pour your heart out. No censuring. Just empty yourself. Fold it up and give it to God (or the Great Spirit, the Universe, or just the Fireplace). Let it go to a power bigger than yourself.

Next, write down ten things for which you are grateful. If it is difficult for you, then get specific. You’re grateful for your health? Spell out the details, as health can be found everywhere – the heart, the lungs, the brain, the mind, the hands, the toes, the five senses, etc. You’re grateful for your friends? Write down who, and why. Get it?

Do this today. When you’re done, return to this blog for another exercise to challenge the inner curmudgeon into breaking a grin.

11:02 P.M.

Sunday, Home.

I have this insane urge to just rip everything from its seams and drop it. I want to go somewhere, anywhere, with absolutely nothing and just get lost. I love the feeling of not knowing where I am and seeing things I’m unfamiliar with. I want to do this now, but everything here is so recognizable. I don’t know how much longer I can live in this town. Its times like these that I think it drives me crazy. Maybe I should just run away, without a word or a note, and come back whenever I feel the need. I should probably do this, but I don’t have the balls or the will. Plus, I can’t hurt my family like that, and so I wait. Wait for the time that will grant me the pleasure of an adventure. Let’s see what God has in store for me…

11:16 P.M.
Hey diary, you know what’s sad? I forgot today was Sunday. I’ve wanted to try and go to church but I never have the motivation whenever that time comes. I feel guilty for this, because I’m supposed to be this God loving kid. I was at one time, I think… A friend and I used to go to church all the time, and whenever she dropped her faith I kept going. I tried to go on Wednesdays, I loved to go, but then what happened? I haven’t gone since like May! I need inspiration when it comes to God, because I like to question everything. I need a preacher to pound his love into my head, because otherwise I’ll completely numb myself to it. I think that’s what I’ve done. I’m numb of His love, and so now I literally have to force myself to read the Bible. I’ve found myself making little excuses not to read it, but then when I don’t I lose it. I get so down and I feel a great void inside me. Right now I think this void is filled with shame. I’ve fallen from God’s grace and I’ve been rubbing my face in the dirt for months. I’ve had the chances to get back up… But you know what’s sick? I’ve purposely kept myself down. I’m sick in the head diary… I really am, because I like to feel numb. I want to feel loved and know of God, but at the same time I just want to sulk and escape the world in my own little hole.

Ahh, and this is where it gets really disgusting.

Let me point out that without God I wouldn’t be the same. My morals (by now) would have been already shot and hidden beneath the sand by now (or thrown in a rushing river…). I learned this whenever I started reading The Heroin Diaries by Nikki Sixx. This book is supposed to make others feel ill and see the horrible things behind the addiction of drugs. It’s supposed to show the truth, and by doing that push others away from it. But you know what? It just makes me want to search for a dealer and shoot up myself. It makes me want to get addicted, push and disgust everyone around me, and just be alone with a needle hanging out of my skin. It makes me want to face death, and so either die or live past an overdose or two. I know this is stupidity marking its territory, and since I’m at least trying to be with God I would never do this. But it’s this adventure-craving trait inside of me that wants this, for sometimes I just want to go out and sin it up. I want to be sad; I want to be extremely depressed, because truthfully I love it. I don’t know if I’d rather be miserable or happy sometimes… I know that’s not normal. So I must assume that I’m not right in the head. After all, what kind of person wants to suffer? Especially by such a terrible thing as addiction.

December 21, 2009
2:19 A.M.

Monday, home.

Now that I read this I feel guilty. I have this ignorance in me and I melt it into the wrinkles of my brain. I should continue what I said, just to explain myself but I’m not. There are other things on my mind now. For instance, the pain and sufferings of others. What I wrote last night brought a pretty big break-through, and honestly I’m so glad. I don’t know what to think of it just yet, but I might not feel so isolated or cold anymore.

My sister keeps talking to the dog. It’s pretty annoying… I can’t seem to keep a straight thought going with her talking to Layla about everything. I’ll write more later. Maybe even in a few hours, seeing as how sleep is becoming my enemy.

Later…

P.S.
Haha, this shouldn’t be funny but Layla just pooped some runny crap and Shanna has to pick it up. She kept complaining and whining, but I wouldn’t help her. Hey, I don’t do poop. I’ll play with the puppy, but once it poops it’s yours. ;P Maybe if you had been a little more quiet I would have gotten off my butt. Oh well. At least I got a smile from it. The only downside is the smell…

Psalm 142:1-7

I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.  I pour out my complaint before him; before him I tell my trouble.  When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way.  In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me.  Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me.  I have no refuge; no one cares for my life.  I cry to you, O LORD; I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”  Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.  Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name.  Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.

Isn’t it great that we have a God that lets us complain to Him?  Seriously, since when does a God who can end you with a word – destroy you on a whim – want to listen to my complaints?  It makes no sense to me whatsoever, but here goes nothing…

I hate my insecurity.  I hate feeling like I’m standing alone.  I hate watching my wife feel pain because of stands I take.  I am tired of feeling tired.  I get worn out trying to be more and more creative all the time.  I don’t like feeling like I have to hide what I really think because of what someone else will think about me.  I hate tiptoeing around over-sensitive people’s feelings.  I wish it wasn’t so hard to balance time between my family and everyone else’s families.  I hate watching hearts break because of sin and poor decisions.  I get tired of waiting for the finish line.

But I love my God.  I love His Church.  I love His compassion.  I love His grace.  I love His Will.  You know, I wish I thought about what I love more than what I hate.

God, set me free from my prison, that I may praise Your Name.  Then, the righteous will gather about me because of Your goodness to me…  I long for that day.

This years huggable heros calender’s is gonna be split up into seasons AND the codes are not universal!

This is not fair for the people who don’t have a BAB near by!

Let’s e-mail maxine and complain about it

Over the years, HR professionals have come to be seen by some as therapists. It’s not entirely everyone else’s fault that we live with this perception. Some of the more “old school” HR people love to listen to the gossip under the guise of being a “helpful people person.” But that’s not what I’m paid for. I’m here to develop strategy that adds bottom line value. I’m here to lead my team in serving our clients (employees) by designing and implementing programs that support productivity. Do you SEE a couch in my office? No? That’s because I’m not being paid to have you come in to my office, close the door, and DUMP your frustrations and complaints on me. This is particularly frustrating when you want it to be kept a secret and any recommendations I make for you to take proactive steps to mitigate your situation are dismissed. And if you are the CEO, you can afford a psycho-therapist. So go get one. You put me in an impossible situation when you bitch about other managers who are my peers and expect me to nod in agreement.  Go get yourself an anti-anxiety Rx and let me do what you’re paying me for.

“Do all things without complaining and disputing, that you may become blameless and harmless, children of God without fault in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world,” (Philippians 2: 14-15 NKJV). Think of something you don’t really like to do. Do you complain when you have to do it? There are some that will complain about going to church ro reading the Bible. Is that a joyous attitude? We need to do things for Christ and have a joyous attitude about what we are doing. Have you ever witnessed to someone or just had a simple conversation about Christ with someone? Did you do this because you wanted to or because you felt you had to? I know it can be scary witnessing to people sometimes, but really think about why you witnessed to the people you have witnessed to. If we witness to someone because we feel we have to we will whine and complain about it. I don’t think that is a very joyous attitude. We need to be excited to witness to someone. If we have a joyous attitude about witnessing then we can be a bright and shiny light. Another analogy that I like to use for this is we should be like salt. Salt flavors food. We need to flavor the world. We need to strive to want to have a joyous attitude- not complain and whine. Think about everything Jesus did for us while He was here. Did He complain and whine? No, I don’t believe He did. If He would have complained do you think He would have impacted as many lives as He did? I don’t think so. I think that by Him having a joyous attitude that He had a glow (that light, or salt) that drew people to Him because He was happy and wanted to help. Always think of the song, “This Little Light of Mine.”

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091218/ap_on_bi_ge/us_health_care_overhaul

Members of Congress are paid $174,000 a year and they are complaining about having to read the Health Care Bill.  We shoud thankful that these elitists don’t live in the real world of 10% unemployment, they’d never make it.

Here’s a link to the Congressional Pay and Benefits:

http://usgovinfo.about.com/od/uscongress/a/congresspay.htm

Dec 12 2009 A 14-year-old Ipoh schoolgirl was gang-raped by five schoolmates who also took photographs of the acts and other nude pictures of her after spiking her drink in a karaoke room.

She was too ashamed to tell anyone about the incident which took place on Oct 5 and thought that no one else would know if she kept it a secret.

But her nightmare was far from over. As soon as she returned to school the next day, she overheard the boys bragging about what they did to their friend.

The girl complained to teachers but instead of helping her, they asked her to seek a transfer to another school.

The school’s stance was that the incident happened outside the school as such it was outside of its control or jurisdiction.

Frightened and helpless, the girl finally told her parents about the gang-rape.

Her mother lodged a police report on Oct 26, but there was no action until the matter was reported in the Chinese media recently.

Police arrested the suspects – five secondary school students, aged between 14 and 17 – on Friday. They were brought to the Ipoh Magistrate Court and have been remanded for seven days for further investigations.

Ipoh OCPD Asst Comm Azisman Alias said police have classified the case as According to China Press, the girl had apparently gone to a karaoke with four schoolmates – two boys and two girls – on Oct 5. Three other boys were waiting for them in the karaoke room.

Two of the boys and two girls later left the room to buy a present, leaving the victim alone with the three other boys.

One of them handed her a drink to which he added some “orange flavor candy” and she took a sip. She soon started feeling dizzy.

According to her report, she soon felt that her clothes had been removed and the boys, including the two who had gone out earlier, returned to the room.

She said she felt them were kissing and fondling her body before she passed out.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself naked in the room with some sticky liquid on her chest.

The girl wore her clothes which were strewn in the room and ran out. She bumped into the two female schoolmates outside but did not tell them about what happened to her.

Maybe I’m naturally oversensitive, or maybe someone just slipped me decaf coffee this morning, but ghosts caught on tape opinions have proven to be a complete disaster in both theory and practice. Let me cut to the chase: I have a dream that my children will be able to live in a world filled with open spaces and beautiful wilderness—not in a dark, exploitative world run by odious goofballs. In this land which has befriended noisome quidnuncs, ghosts caught on tape has conspired, plotted, undermined, prostituted, and corrupted, and—hiding to this hour behind the braver screen of unreasonable layabouts—dares to contrive and scheme the death of every principle that has protected it. Ghosts caught on tape plays ducks and drakes with a native battery of idioms that prescribes such egregious collocations of vocables as the basic “put up with” for “tolerate” or “put at a loss” for “bewilder”. From this anecdotal evidence I would argue that I can’t possibly believe its claim that it’s okay if its fibs initially cause our quality of life to degrade because “sometime”, “someone” will do “something” “somehow” to counteract that trend. If someone can convince me otherwise, I’ll eat my hat. Heck, I’ll eat a whole closetful of hats. That’s a pretty safe bet because if you intend to challenge someone’s assertions, you need to present a counterargument. Ghosts caught on tape provides none.

On a lighter note, ghosts caught on tape has been trying for some time to convince people that unfounded attacks on character, loads of hyperbole, and fallacious information are the best way to make a point. Don’t believe its hype! Ghosts caught on tape has just been offering that line as a means to focus too much on one side of the equation and not enough on the broader perspective of things. Griping about ghosts caught on tape will not make it stop trying to transform our whole society to suit its own domineering interests. But even if it did, it would just find some other way to condemn children to a life of drugs, gangs, drinking, rape, incest, verbal abuse, physical abuse, and a number of other horrors. When ghosts caught on tape tells us that it is entitled to quote me out of context, it somehow fails to mention that its demands are not modeled on democracy as envisaged by philosophers of the Enlightenment, but on the anti-democratic principles of phallocentrism. It fails to mention that its idea of addressing a problem is not to fix the problem but to establish a task force, council, or commission to look into it, study it, dissect it, and finally talk it to death. And it fails to mention that we are at war. Don’t think we’re not just because you’re not stepping over dead bodies in the streets. We’re at war with ghosts caught on tape’s subhuman endeavors. We’re at war with its salacious solutions. And we’re at war with its infantile screeds. As in any war, we ought to be aware of the fact that ghosts caught on tape ought to unstop its ears and uncover its eyes. Only then will it hear that to which it has been too long heedless. Only then will ghosts caught on tape see that to believe that its mistakes are always someone else’s fault is to deceive ourselves.

Let’s keep our fingers crossed that ghosts caught on tape doesn’t let us know exactly what our attitudes should be towards various types of people and behavior. Ghosts caught on tape has been trying to raise funds for scientific studies that “prove” that skin color means more than skill, and gender is more impressive than genius. This is what’s called “advocacy research” or “junk science” because it’s funded by foul-mouthed morons who have already decided that ghosts caught on tape is clean and bright and pure inside. Just between you and me, ghosts caught on tape’s contrivances are destructive. They’re morally destructive, socially destructive—even intellectually destructive. And, as if that weren’t enough, we have a dilemma of leviathan proportions on our hands: Should we celebrate knowledge and truth for the sake of knowledge and truth, or is it sufficient to convince wily, nit-picky lawless-types to stop supporting ghosts caught on tape and tolerating its proposed social programs? To ask that question another way, what in tarnation was ghosts caught on tape thinking when it said that the existence and perpetuation of statism is its own moral justification? Well, we all know the answer to that question, don’t we? In case you don’t, you should note that it’s an inquination upon all that is pure, holy, and good. But let’s not lose sight of the larger, more important issue here: its pathological, disagreeable projects.

Ghosts caught on tape twists every argument into some sort of “struggle” between two parties. Ghosts caught on tape unvaryingly constitutes the underdog party, which is what it claims gives it the right to rob Peter to pay Paul. Ghosts caught on tape argues that embracing a system of authoritarianism will make everything right with the world. To maintain this thesis, ghosts caught on tape naturally has had to shovel away a mountain of evidence, which it does by the desperate expedient of claiming that all it takes to solve our social woes are shotgun marriages, heavy-handed divorce laws, and a return to some mythical 1950s Shangri-la. The picture I am presenting need not be confined to ghosts caught on tape’s platitudes. It applies to everything it says and does. Maybe ghosts caught on tape is being manipulated by ostentatious flag burners, but even so, if you read its writings while mentally out of focus, you may get the sense that its debauches are the result of a high-minded urge to do sociological research. But if you read ghosts caught on tape’s writings while mentally in focus and weigh each point carefully, it’s clear that I undoubtedly dislike it. Likes or dislikes, however, are irrelevant to observed facts, such as that ghosts caught on tape recently claimed that all any child needs is a big dose of television every day. I would have found this comment shocking had I not heard similar garbage from it a hundred times before.

I correctly predicted that ghosts caught on tape would engulf the world in a dense miasma of insurrectionism. Alas, I didn’t think it’d do that so effectively—or so soon. Ghosts caught on tape may be reasonably cunning with words. However, it is utterly insensitive with everything else. Ghosts caught on tape is frightened that we might light the torch of human rights. That’s why it’s trying so hard to prevent whistleblowers from reporting that we must beat it at its own game. If we don’t, future generations will not know freedom. Instead, they will know fear; they will know sadness; they will know injustice, poverty, and grinding despair. Most of all, they will realize, albeit far too late, that ghosts caught on tape should not reduce our modern, civilized, industrialized society to a state of mindless, primitive barbarism. Not now, not ever. I conclude this letter with an appropriate quote: “Ghosts caught on tape’s not averse to plaguing our minds.” I believe we all know who said that, don’t we?

Today, as well as the last two weeks, I have been in a real mood to bitch and complain about every last thing.  I have managed, thus far, to steer clear of writing a scathing blog post everyday…but I’ve also managed to roll all these frustrations into one big gnarly, dirty, pissed-on snowball that is festering and eating at my soul.  So in an effort to relieve myself of these angers, here is my post…the molten gob of evil I have kept to myself for the last two weeks.

Nobody at any company that I owe money gives one forty-eighth of a shit about how the SM and I haven’t had the money over the last six months to send to them.  I went to get my car registered with my first “real” paycheck and they wouldn’t give it to me because I didn’t have some power of attorney from my leinholder.  When I called the leinholder, I was told because I was behind on my car payments, they would not write me a power of attorney.  So now, after saving up to pay my property taxes of $164, I am still riding dirty with expired tags until I can pay two more months of back car notes.  I lost my mind on the phone, crying and complaining about how we’re doing the best we can to get the payments there now..and before this last stint of a few months, I never had one late payment for the 2.5 years I have had my car.  The lady on the phone said she’d have to talk to her superior and call me back with my options.

I haven’t heard a thing.  Still ridin’ dirty.

I missed half a day of work because of all the paperwork I didn’t bring to the DMV that was not listed on the “getting your registration in SC” website, and talking to Snatchy McRudigan on the phone about paperwork they will not give me.

Maybe I’ll call them back 8-10 times a day like they do me when I miss a payment, despite telling them EVERY time to note my account that I am not able to make the payments.  Maybe I’ll be excessively uppity like they are when they call me, with an atrocious attitude to strike fear into them for not calling me back.

I also hate companies that refuse to accept my cancellation of their services and call me everyday, several times, to get my new debit card number for the automatic debit (after I cut mine up after being charged incessantly despite my cancellation letter).  Peak Fitness/ABC Financial and all of the people associated with them are pigs and annoying and evidently 100% completely brainless.  On top of getting the calls regarding my cancellation from May on when I left Charlotte, I get calls once a month from a new trainer at my old gym location asking if I’d like to come in and work out, because they saw my personal training contract was still valid.  WHAT PLANET AM I ON?!

It frustrates me when things happen within the context of one’s relationships that one person believes shouldn’t be discussed outside the relationship.  Everyone has their comfort levels and mistakes happen.  For example, the SM doesn’t like me talking about our financial situation with anyone beyond him.  But when my struggles and freakouts and meltdowns due to our financial situation get to people who I didn’t really care about knowing (outside family and friends and coworkers), that’s not fair either.  Maybe I am a little nutso, PMSing or whatever…but when those times happen, I really make an effort to not involve any more people than necessary.  In fact, I’d be happy if I didn’t have to interact with anyone when I’m truly at my wit’s end, but I gotta make a living, right?  Lord knows, I don’t filter much…but if you want me to, you get to, too.  It’s just the idea of mutual respect. 

Speaking of mutual respect, I think any double standards people have with each other are a crock.  Don’t complain about me not returning your call if you don’t return mine.  You’re allowed to be frustrated but I’m not?  You yell…but I cry.  I can’t spend superfluously, but you buy lunch everyday and refuse to wake up early enough to pack.  You tell me how to live my life and critique my decision making, but you’ve been making bad decisions for twice as long as I have been on earth.  Do your job and I’ll do mine; professionally, mentally, emotionally, financially.  I have enough to work on over here.

I can’t fit into my clothes anymore…but I don’t have money for a gym membership, healthier food…or new clothes.  My pants hurt right now.  No joke.

My ovaries hurt right now.  Along with my back and my head. 

If I hear anyone else says “Well, it’s hard for everybody right now,” or “You’ll make it through,” or my FAVORITE, “It could be worse,” I am going to rip their jaw off their face and make their own mouth eat out their assholes.  I understand, you are trying to give me some sort of perspective and remind me I am taking so many little things for granted, right?  Seriously, if you think I haven’t tried to compartmentalize and rationalize through and disconnect from what we have been through in every way possible in the last six months, you are a robot, or a Stepford wife, or a flippin’ alien.  I haven’t blogged about all the ups and downs over the last few months because some are too raw to share; the people who needed to know were informed and the people that could help were there.

I hate lying, dishonesty, leaving out facts and avoiding topics because there is some pansy in the mix who can’t handle the truth.  In every situation ever in the history of situations, I would have much preferred the truth at the beginning than hearing the lie…than the truth coming out and being angry about both.

I hate mechanics that charge way too much.

I hate not having the money to get the things I want to give for Christmas.

I hate people who think they are better than me because they are one fraction of one taint hair ahead of me in one aspect of life.  You make a little more than me and don’t have credit cards?  Really?  Well, I don’t rub it in anyone’s face.  Ash – 1, your sorry ass – ZERO.

Honestly, I could go on for the next 2 days here, so I am stopping now.  I don’t want to ride the negative train all week, but I had to get some stuff off my chest and leave it at the station.  Everyone is entitled, among several other posts of optimism and earned wisdom, to rant for a day….so that was this. 

Suck it.

At least for the rest of the day.

This is what I’m surrounded by.
Plus notecards, binders, highlighters, study guides, pencils & pens.

What a blast, let me tell you.

I must have this Rodarte for Target dress.

MUST!

Wish me luck in bidding.

So New Year’s Eve is right around the corner.

I haven’t been exercising. I went to the gym last Saturday for the first time in 3 months and I ran for 20 minutes. I was sore for 2 days. I plan on going to the gym again today and run for 30 minutes. I don’t know if I can motivate myself beyond that right now. I’m trying to pace myself to go slowly. My thighs are rightfully killing me.

I recently bought two new workout pants for this excursion. One is a yoga pant (which is tight. I told my boyfriend that I was wearing it to show off my ass…that’s how tight it is) and the other is an athletic pant from Adidas that I’ve been lounging in. Rather than run in them, they’ve become lounge wear. So much for exercise clothes?

I had a facetious goal of running the half-Boston marathon but I might give that up. If I can’t run for 30 minutes to an hour, I’m probably going to ruin my knees doing the marathon.

Anyways, wanted to comment on how much I ate, and how much I should probably exercise (according to exercise calculators).

+5 Pieces of Chocolate, sent from Medpage Today for the ABC News unit (300)
+Campbell’s canned chicken noodle soup (150)
+homemade salad (400)
+bagel and cream cheese (500)
+Special K bar (90)

Have you ever been in a situation that no matter where you looked all you could see was more trouble coming your way?  Or perhaps you’ve been in a spot where no matter who you turned to for advice you could find no peace or resolution to your problem.  Today’s scripture, I Timothy 2:1-7, tells us exactly what to do.  We are to pray.  In fact we are “urged to pray.”  We are to pray for those in authority over us, for everyone around us, “…that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness.”

I’ll be the first to admit that when I am frustrated with the way I’ve been treated by a co-worker, or hear a report on the news about soaring fuel prices, job loss, and the continuing conflict in the middle-east, too often my first response is not prayer but complaint.  It is far easier to perpetuate bad news than it is to try to contend with it.  In contrast, today’s scripture says, “I urge then, first of all…”  In other words, don’t sit there and grumble first.  Pray first!  We should be representatives before God for those who may not know to pray or for those who can’t.  He wants us to bring Him our spiritually lost friends, our government leaders, our every care.  He already knows what’s going on but He wants to know that we are willing to share that burden with Him.  It’s simple.  When you share your burden with Someone much larger than yourself, your burden is lighter.  In fact, it’s even better when you simply give it all to Him.  He’s willing and able to carry your every burden.  Truth is, the more you trust Him and draw near to Him, you’ll find He already is.  Give it a try.  You’ll find life easier to handle.  More than likely, if you pray first for God’s design, you won’t need or want to grumble

Jen Szalinsky had a very busy day yesterday, but somehow was able to complain to all who came her way.

     Szalinsky, a 25 year old secretary for the Rollins Company, walked into the office yesterday to find a huge workload on her desk.

     “It was like, awful,” she griped. “Faxes, call-backs, making appointments, breaking appointments, customer service, copies to make. It was like, oh, my god!”

     Before sitting at her desk, Jen took a picture of all the work on her desk with her cell phone and sent it to her entire contact list with the caption reading, “I hate Mondays!” After sending her mass text, she decided to get some coffee in the break room and ran into Keith from Quality Assurance. “Before I even said ‘hello’ to her,” Keith reported, “She just started bitching in my ear about how much work she had to do.”

     After grabbing her coffee and complaining to Keith for 14 minutes, Jen headed over to Accounting and draped herself over William Cunningham’s cubicle wall. “Oh, I knew she wanted to bitch,” Cunningham stated to reporters. “And she kept giving these heavy sighs until I asked her how she was doing. That was a mistake.” What resulted was a 16 minute verbal tirade from Jen regarding how she will never have enough time to finish all of her work for the day.

     Jen went back to her desk and began to respond to all of the sympathetic texts she received from the 39 people on her contact list. By 11:30, Jen was ready to get started on her work, but the office phone rang, and she talked to a constituent, stating, “Oh, my god, my boss is like, so unfair. He is like, a sadist or something.” By the time the phone call ended, it was lunch time.
“I like, totally needed some energy if I was going to do all that work,” she told reporters.

(Above:) Jen on her busy lunch break, which she extended an extra hour to compensate for her boss's sadistic tendencies.

     By 2:00, Jen was fully prepared to get started, and began to get to work. She finished all of her assignments by 3:45, and spent the rest of the work day stalking the halls, complaining to people about how much work she had just done.

ช่วงนี้รู้สึกเหมือนกำลังยืนอยู่กลางทะเล หันไปทางไหนก็ไม่เจอผู้คน จะอ้าปากพูดบอกอะไรก็คงไม่มีใครได้ยิน ที่รู้สึกแบบนี้ส่วนหนึ่งเนื่องมาจากความเหนื่อยล้าและความเครียดลึกๆภายในตัวเราเองด้วย ท่าทางจะขาดการพักผ่อนมานานแสนนาน สงสัยต้องหาเวลาพักผ่อนบ้างซะแล้ว เอาเป็นว่าถ้าสอบเสร็จเมื่อไหร่จะขอไปพักผ่อนแบบจริงจังสักพักล่ะกันนะ ช่วงนี้ก็ต้องอดทน สู้ๆกันต่อไปก่อน : )

เหนื่อย เหนื่อยมาก เหนื่อยมากที่สุดดด…..Still got it !!!!!!!!!!

ป.ล.ช่วงเวลาแบบนี้ทำให้รู้ว่าใครกันที่ยังรักและคอยเป็นห่วงเรา
ป.ล.ขอบคุณที่คอยอยู่เคียงข้างและเป็นกำลังใจให้ตลอดมา ถึงแม้เราจะไม่ค่อยได้คุยกันนะค่ะ…แม่ ^ ^
ป.ล.ขอบคุณ…

The season for exchange gifts is here once more. At times we get traditional gifts which everybody loves to give but nobody wants to receive. These include:

1. Photo frame
2. Photo album
3. Face towel
4. Crappy shirts
5. Toiletries
6. Calendar
7. Pillows
8. Coin bank
9. Candles
10. the list goes on and on

I’ll be posting gift suggestions which would make my Christmas more happier this year. I had enough of the following items to last for years of Christmases to come.