Growing up...

A few of my friends will be getting married in the next four or five months. One in April, three in June, and another in August. A lot of other people I know have gotten engaged or will be getting engaged soon.

*Cue Queen's 'Another One Bites The Dust'*

People I graduated high school with have children, people I went to college with have children or are planning to have children. And here I am, excited about going to Centenary in the fall and graduating to start my masters program.

Is this a part of being 23? The people I mentioned above are no more than a year or so older than me, and some are a year or so younger. Am I suppose to be in the same spot? Looking to get married and start a family despite my goals and dreams of career achievement? Am I suppose to be putting those goals and dreams aside for something that traditional society says I'm suppose to be doing? Because I can't.

Here is my announcement to all that read here: You don't have to get married while in college or just out of college! You can in fact experience the world, learn to support yourself, find out who you are before you get married. That's not what life is all about. It is okay to be older, and more mature before you get married and settled down.

I just wish someone else would recognize that.

Spring Break 2009

Ok, so Connie came in a week ago yesterday to spend spring break up here and I have to tell you - it was the best spring break that I have had since starting college. I didn't go anywhere far, I didn't spend a lot of money, I didn't do anything overly special in fact I worked two days out of the week. But I had a blast just hanging out.

Saturday when Connie got here, Mike, me, Des, Jim and Kate all went out to a brewery and hung out. The place was packed, and the music was way to loud but it was fun all the same. Monday night I had to work, Tuesday was St. Patty's Day and we spent the night in drinking and watching Boondock Saints (oh I want Murphy sooo bad lol! and an epic failure on the appriopriate response of 'is it dead?'). Wednesday night we hung out with Mike and Des at bowling, Thursday I had to work for two hours, but then Connie, Katie, Cory and I all went and saw Watchmen (which makes a lot more sense the second time through).

Friday, Connie and I went into the city to the Museum of Natural History, Central Park, Intrepid Museum and Battery Park to get a pic with the Statue in the background. We really didn't spend as much money as I thought we were going to, considering we spent an hour and a half walking around Central Park getting lost! And then the train ride back was a nightmare but full of great moments that I wish I could fully explain to everyone (like my little mini spasm). Saturday we could barely walk, but Mom managed to get us out of the house and walk around, and then Sunday (today) Connie left for home (and again with train fiascos).

So it wasn't really an eventful week, but I had a blast. I got to hang out with Connie who is a great friend, Katie who is also a great friend, and Mike who is an awesome boyfriend. I think I needed to get away for a few years, and be on my own for a bit before I realized how much Jersey is really my home. How much I'm really and truly meant to be here. Yes I'm glad I went out and experienced Kansas, I will always cherish my memories and friends from there. But there's something special about Jersey. This week proved that. It was the best Spring Break I have ever had and all I had to do was stay here.

I guess I'm just a Jersey girl to the bone. This is where I belong, this is who I am.

Piss off...

So here's the low down with the job...

Tuesday I go in and I have three people inform me that another guard, who is 18 and unexperienced with no where's near my qualifications or certifications, got offered the head guard job. Sorry, Charlie, that's a no fly zone. So after getting very pissed off, I handed in my two week notice. Yep, I quit. So I go in tonight and I'm sitting there and I'm told that basically, them offering me or me being the head guard was a joke that they were pulling on me and that it was never going to happen. Well, this other guard said that once she heard that she denied the job and is looking for another one. But, inversely, I have been called a joke. Everything that I have done for them in the past couple months, and everything that I have worked so hard for, is a joke.

Now this is just the top of the iceberg, there is so much more crap going on with that building and their employees that it would take years to explain it all. (But most of it I've probably already written about.) The end of this story is that I left without telling my boss that I was leaving.

And it took him an hour to realize I was gone.

So he texts me asking why I left, and I sent back a message saying "well if I'm such a joke, I probably shouldn't be on deck. Plus I refuse to accept harrassment from an 18 year old boy." His response? "What joke? What are you talking about?" Um, where are the priorities??

So now that I'm not there, my employer is freaking out and asking me questions and crap. The bottom line is that I've done more for them then they have ever paid me for. And I'm not going to work some place that doesn't respect me. "Rumor"? Yeah right, I can't believe a word that comes from their mouths because I know its all in their best interest and no one else's.

Their pool is unsafe for any number of reasons (take your pic), they don't know what they're doing and once I'm gone for good their just going to be screwed into the ground. End of story. They're loosing too many employees to be successful and those that remain are manipulated and played for everything they're worth.

So to Gold's Gym - PISS OFF!