The story of my —-

Upside down world

I would say life but then that would defeat the purpose of you ever continuing to read this blog. Also, remaining anonymous would be much harder.

I will simply say: the story of today, or more like the compilation of the past week or two.

Sigh

I was about to start typing and my hands were touching the keys that start with “so basically” and I laughed because everyone starts telling stories like that. Well, I shouldn’t say everyone rather I should say some people do. But this isn’t about that, so please excuse my wandering mind. What is it about? Everything and nothing all at once. I am overwhelmed to the bone. I get it why people take years to plan a wedding but at the same time HOW THE HELL CAN YOU MANAGE IT ALL FOR SO LONG?! Sorry– I’ve been trying to control the OCD part of me and it’s been so-so working. There is just so little time to get everything done in but then again it is taking so long to finally come. On top of it all, some really stupid part of my brain thought it would be smart to take my CPA exam, mind you the hardest one, right before the big day. Don’t ask what got into my brain. And as a result, I am spending my hours studying in between the million and two doctors appointments I suddenly have. Why is it that when you get engaged things just flip upside down? It’s like you are trying to fit into two worlds: dating and marriage. I feel like I have no common ground. I see why married people gravitate towards each other; they understand what it means to be so supper busy but nothing getting accomplished (if that makes any sense at all).

Anyhow, enough complaining. I am truly blessed to have someone in my life. There are plenty people out there less fortunate then me. That being said, I will talk about my day, not complain about it.

And I think that is all I can manage right now.

Your Editor

Who said it has to make sense?

Well it doesn’t 🙃

It’s interesting how the older you get you understand more about people and sometimes you just wish you could have stayed young forever.

I am referring to characteristics of a person. For example, I notice that one of my friends is more of a last minute kind of person and it shows in everything. Obviously, you’re probably thinking – duh. The older you get, the more you understand, the more you realize, the more things annoy you. But there’s just something really annoying about understanding why people act and do certain things.

I would personally think that when something exciting happens peoples lazy character traits would drop. I am wrong. Once lazy, always lazy. Or how about the person that rushes. Always, always rushing, you’ll notice it in the way they talk.

Okay enough about all this randomness- what I am really trying to get at is: I dislike how when someone who is more of a get it done kind of person gets held up by someone who procrastinates. I guess it makes sense though because everyone is selfish so if it’s not for them, why work crazy hard or do something out of their nature, like, get it done.

I have my lists, I have all my ideas of what and how I want things done. Why does it have to be held up? I wish I can handle it all myself but when it’s not up to me, I don’t have much option.

So moral of this really pressured post, that makes minimal to no sense at all: don’t let the way people are bother you because you can’t change them.

Your Editor

Did I ask your opinion?

I think not.

Life, life, life, and more life. Please tell me when do all these decisions end?

1. I am tired of making them

2. I am tired of people making me take their opinion as my own

3. It’s my life so shouldn’t it be my decision?

I have learned many things as a result of being a part of a big family and one of those things is when everyone has an opinion they will most likely consider theirs as the right one and therefore convince you, manipulate you, and do whatever it takes for you to take their opinion as your own.

I have also learned that following those opinions that are not your own will most likely mean you will regret them and the majority of the time it will be too late to change them.

So a note to myself and a note to all of you with bossy siblings or meddling parents: do your best and never not put your foot down when you know what you want. And even if you don’t know what you want but you know what you don’t want, then hold your ground because you will regret it (and that’s not just advice for all of you but me too).

Life has been so super busy that things are finally settling down and I feel as though there is a list of things I need to get done and I have no idea what is on that list.

I will apologize though for the lack of blog post. I really do miss it, so don’t take it as though I have moved on to the next hobby.

I am falling asleep now so hopefully, I will be back tomorrow with more on my exciting life. And for all of you who missed the sarcasm there, take note of it.

Your Editor

An unexpected day

when your schedule just doesn’t go your way

I thought today I’d get back to normal… well if you’d call my life normal. But turns out I was very wrong. I finally got to work after working out who will take me because somehow my car is being used by someone other than myself. Okay, so fine, I’m at work and it only takes about an hour and a 45 minute phone call with customer service to get my computer running. Finally able to work and there’s no work to do. I spent the majority of my morning filing HR paperwork, not fun let me tell you. Then I was reminded by the repeated phone calls from my mother that I needed to go to the doctor. Except when I called the doctors office no one seemed to want to pick up the phone. However, my mother being my mother told me to go because the doctor had time now. So I ran/walkedreallyfast to the doctor which is generally a 10-11 minute walk, in about 5 minutes. I show up, they tell me to sit down, they call me in, take my weight, blood pressure, temperature and then I wait. Now, I left work in the midst of a multiple choice question quiz with the intention I’d be back within 30 minutes. It really doesn’t take long to check my breast. That’s what I thought. An hour later the doctor finally graces me with her presence, and I thought she had time, she checks me, prescribes me more meds and an ultrasound. I am not so excited anymore. I walk back to work when I know I should be running because I just took a 30 minute break and made it an hour and I just got back to work today and I was late this morning, but I just don’t have a head to. I get back and my multiple choice question quiz is open waiting for me, I settle down, answer my mother’s repeated questions and finally think I am able to start the clock again for my goal of 20 hours of studying… but nope, here comes actual work. Everything goes back on pause again and I am stuck working the rest of the day.

I had to tell my boss I’ll be out tomorrow morning, which I proudly didn’t even think twice about.

I’m trying to do a million things at once and I forget that what I need the most is to just take a deep breath and give myself a moment to catch up with my legs. My mind and emotions are somewhere else. I have mixed feelings about my mother coming with me to the doctor, I have excitement and anticipation for our wedding, and I have a lot of things I want to get done.

I started looking for cute poses to show the photographer, songs for the wedding dances and the ceremony, dresses, clothes, shoes, jewelry, the list doesn’t end and that makes me happy.

What doesn’t make me happy is I really should be studying and I really should be going to bed earlier and not watching as many Tv shows as I have been. Whatever, as I say: it is what it is, and this time I’ll add that I’m not rushing to change it.

I really was looking forward to having a boring day at work, to work, study, and blog. I miss blogging.

Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.

Your Editor

Little people

some people their shortness shows more than others

I am not racist towards small people, but when small people get in my business, it kind of has me going who are you? 

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So, when one of the shorter girls I know got all up in my business, my first thought was: you’re too short to even reach this level of conversation. Now every time I see her, I just view her as short. I never did before that. But legit, it was like “who are you? you’re like this high?”

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However, I do know a bunch of other shorter people and I have no problem associating myself with them. It’s just funny because I was in the shower last night thinking about her because I bumped into her recently and she just makes me frustrated. Maybe it’s an ego thing, though I really am the last person in the world that cares about that. I suppose, since she tried giving me advice when it really wasn’t wanted, she just frustrated me and made me feel small, which in turn just made me look at her as really short. She’s short but not THAT short, however, in my eyes her personality became really tiny. Make sense?

wShe totally screwed herself over with that one.

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I do feel very proud of myself though, because this recent time that I saw her I was able to give her some recognition… well more than I ever gave her since that time. Don’t get me wrong she apologized but for some reason I can’t seem to get it over her head.

I have to admit: she must have had a lot of confidence to come up to me and give me her two sense.

Maybe I should have started this off with the fact that I must have a problem with her and it comes out on her shortness.

That must be it because I generally am not a mean person or a person that holds grudges, I just don’t like her.

Oh well… she will forever be a shorty now.

Your Editor

 

 

CPA application process

I am on the verge of giving up.

I have never been through something as annoying as this never-ending process. I applied in January, it is March. Yep, January, February, March, and I’d hate to jinx myself but I am pretty sure April will be on that list soon too.

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I have been studying, but I am the type of person who studies more when she knows there is a test scheduled. I used to be that type where I studied two weeks in advance of everything and was ALWAYS prepared. But after college, and dreaded high school, I just don’t care anymore. I know I should, being that these tests are like the hardest things ever.

Every time I get an email from NASBA I get a bit of hope and then I open it and I just want to die, more papers missing, more transcripts missing, more “your application is incomplete”!!!

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I got one email that got my hopes SO high, it said my application was COMPLETE!!! and then the next morning I woke up to another email saying “you are missing these documents and at this time your application is incomplete.”

Let’s just say when I called their customer service line, I wasn’t too happy. However, since I was caller #45, I had some time to cool off till I got to #1. Half hour later I finally get through to someone and boy, was she in a worse mood than me.

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I would be too if I had to answer every one of the 45 calls ahead of mine.

So here’s a heads up: doesn’t apparently matter what college you graduated from, they want EVERY SINGLE transcript from every place you ever went to, and no, it doesn’t matter that you transferred all your credits over, they want it from the source. Why couldn’t it just say that in the instructions? Also, they don’t supply any email to send your transcripts to, so the first few I did by mail, and that takes time. Call them up before you apply and ask for the email. Legit, ridiculous.

I highly suggest you start the application long before you intend to take the exam so that you can at least have time to get all the crazy amount of paperwork you somehow need in order to just SIT for the exam.

Wish me luck people, I seriously need it.

Your Editor.

A man at the chocolate store

what we do for chocolate

I walked into the chocolate store at around 6 pm to find one person ahead of me in line and a million boxes of chocolate being prepared to ship. There’s about five workers preparing boxes and one helping the guy ahead of me. I think that this should be quick because there’s only one other person ahead of me so even if no one else is helping people and just packaging chocolate baskets, I shouldn’t be here too long. Listen to this guys order:

He tells the lady he wants to get something for his wife, you know for Valentine’s Day.

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“What do you guys have?” The lady behind the counter starts showing him different options to get a feel of what the guy is interested in, but he doesn’t seem to know.

“Well, we have these heart-shaped chocolate boxes,” she says. He seems to have liked them because he started inquiring about the sizes of the boxes and how many chocolates fit inside each box. I’m standing there thinking: finally. The man asks her “what percentage is your dark chocolate?” She responds: “one minute, I have to go to the back to ask”. “60%” she says when she gets back. Then he says “do you have it in dark chocolate? It can only be dark chocolate” So the lady goes back to the back to ask if they have dark chocolate, “No dark chocolate”. “Well can you make it in dark chocolate? and all the chocolates you put inside it have to be dark.” Off the lady goes to ask if they can do that. When she comes back with a yes, he starts questioning what sizes and then off she goes, again to the back. She comes back, they can do everything he wants it will just take about an hour. Finally, I think, that now it will be my turn!

But no.

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The one man ahead of me says: “Okay so let’s do the big heart box with dark chocolate and dark chocolate inside, and I also have three daughters”. Oh no. He wants something different for each of them. Now, I am thinking okay 1) why can’t someone else help me, 2) he should have started off saying he needed 4 different chocolates. But nope, he tells her he has three girls and he wants something different for each of them, and it doesn’t matter if it’s dark chocolate or not, he just wants something different. He sees a teddy bear with a heart and wants that. Now come the million questions, but of course not all at once, he has to make the lady go back to the back every time because for some reason he couldn’t just think of all the questions at once. What size? How much does it cost? Do you have it in dark or milk? (I thought it didn’t matter!). Do you have the heart teddy bear? But your website shows this? Now, what about the roses? Finally, he decides he wants the roses. However, there are no roses, off the lady goes to ask if they have roses, no but they can make, well is it dark or milk? WHY DOES IT MATTER?!

My bags are getting heavy and I am seriously tired of waiting for this guy to make up his mind.

The lady behind the counter starts showing him different options they can do with the rose and how they could attach other chocolates to it, he seems to like it, but then there are two more to go. God help me.

Finally, after back and forth (yes, she got a lot of exercise, not just her legs but her brain and vocal cords) they come to some sort of arrangement for the two daughters, so all that is left is the third. “Well,” the lady says, “we can do a small chocolate box for your daughter, it fits like three chocolates inside.” He seems to like it but the famous question about dark and milk comes back- but of course I don’t know why he said it doesn’t matter if clearly he seems so interested in what type of chocolate it will be.

Yay!! He finished his order! As the lady is walking him toward the cash register, I hear him say “…Oh! I also have a nanny, I can’t go home without anything for her.” To be quite honest with you, I probably would have left the chocolate store 30 minutes ago, because this is such a complete waste of my time, if my mother had not been the one to send me here. You see, my brother’s birthday is on Valentine’s Day, so while everyone is buying their Valentines’ chocolate, I am attempting to buy my brother a birthday present.

Because this man’s order is all over the place, the owner of the store comes out to ring him up, when she sees me waiting there she starts on my order, while the other lady fixes up something for this man’s nanny.

45 minutes later, I can now go home. If you’re one of those people who can never make up your mind, just give the lady a list of things you need and your preferences and have her fix you up something, think of what you want to ask and ask all your questions at once, you’ll be doing everyone a favor.

Your Editor