Keep Your Eyes on the Prize

There are
so many things
you can learn about.
BUT…you’ll miss
the best things
if you keep
your eyes shut.
-I Can Read with My Eyes Shut!


Top seven worst things about job applications

Graduating college means all that homework is finally behind you. Unfortunately, the job application process looms and it may as well be a class on its own with all the time it consumes. Gone are the days where you simply list your waitressing and summer work on a two page application and hand that in. Granted, the reason your attended college in the first place is to find a position that requires a more extensive application. But still, a girl can dream.

As exciting as it is to enter the career world or seek a “next-step position,” job applications can be a pain. Especially if you are filling out more than one in a small amount of time. If you’re reading this and nodding your head, this post is for you. Here are the top seven worst things about applying for jobs:

1. Listing all of your work experience in addition to your resume
There’s nothing more frustrating than submitting your resume and then proceeding to copy and paste the same information into the work experience portion of an application. Do you want my resume or not?

2. Needing all the experience in the world for an entry level position
It’s not impossible to get job experience in college, but it is difficult. For those that are lucky enough to get some experience, it is usually only a year or two maximum. So why do entry level jobs ask for years of experience? Do you want us to enter the career world or not?

3. Online application systems that just don’t work
It’s always nice when you’re using an online application system and it refuses to work. Especially when you waited until just before the deadline to apply so you had time to perfect your cover letter. Awesome.

4. When the job is already gone
If you hire someone, take the job down. It’s not that hard. Don’t get the hopes up of other applicants because you’ve been busy. Try to remember what it was like when you were in our shoes.

5. No response, at all.
I’m pretty sure the only thing worse than being rejected for a position is being ignored completely. Enough said.

6. Vague response time
Whether you apply for a position and receive a confirmation email or interview for a position and they tell you when you can expect to hear from them, vague answers suck. Does a few weeks mean two weeks? Three weeks? A month? Is Wednesday included in early next week? How do I know if I can follow up with you or not?

7. The false positive
Phrases like “we’re pleased with” are really confusing. Does that mean I’m doing better than the other applications or are you pleased with lots of people’s resumes and/or interviews. I take it as a good sign so it’s a huge bummer if I don’t get that job. That’s like leading someone on.

The struggle is real. Now, fortunately, I am not currently looking for a new job but just writing this makes me cringe as  I recall past experiences. I wish the very best of luck to all job applicants and soon-to-be graduates. If you you experience any of these situations or others, don’t give up!

To my Gramcracker

I would give just about anything to share one last laugh, spend one last day up north or play one last game of Rummy with you. Even just one more minute.

I know you are no longer in pain and you’re in a better place, but I miss you so much I selfishly wish for just a little longer. Just one last goodbye.

I’m trying my hardest to stay strong. You were the strongest woman I ever met and I know you would want me to be strong too, but it’s far too easy to forget to be strong. You were probably the best person I have ever known and have been such an important part of my life for as long as I can remember.

I have always raved about how delicious your spaghetti is, and it truly is the best, but in all honesty you could have served me a plate of rocks and I wouldn’t have cared. Just being with you was enough. You made every moment special and brought out the best in me. You made me feel so proud about even my smallest accomplishments and made me the best person I could be.

I write for a living and I can’t even find a way to put into words just how awesome you are and how much you will be missed.

I was lucky to have you around as long as I did, but it still wasn’t enough time. I fucking hate cancer.

My heart feels a little broken. I will always love you. We will always be Rosie’s Rebels. You will never be forgotten.

Rest in peace Gramcracker.

Love you forever,



Car Trouble

For 24 short hours I had my state tax return in hand and thinking I could do whatever I pleased with it. Unfortunately, my car had different ideas.

For close to a month now my car has been making noise. When I first started to drive anywhere the back of my car would make squeaking sounds and when I got up to highway speed my entire car was loud. Almost deafeningly so. So what did I do? I ignored it. Seems logical right?

Wrong! I finally brought the Captain (yes my car does have a name) in for an inspection and I was told I would not be allowed to drive him home because my wheel could fall off. WHAT?!

My dad knows a ton about cars so, you know, since I existed in the same space as him for 18+ years I must have soaked something up, right? The answer is no. However, there is this handy thing called Google so I looked up the noises my car was making before I brought him in.

I chugged into Hometown Auto about a half hour being closing time for a quick inspection. I told the mechanic I heard older Camrys have been known for rear brake pad issues and my sister’s had had muffler problems so there’s a chance that is what was going on but could he please look at it so we can set up an appointment to fix my baby?

Twenty minutes later I was walking home to await a phone call telling me the Captain was feeling better. Apparently my wheel bearing was loose and that’s why my wheel could fall off if I were to continue to drive my car.

I had big plans for my state tax return. I had my eye on some derby gear and a massage. Turns out wheel bearings are expensive. Most of the check went toward footing the bill. So that’s a bummer.

The good news it my car is officially as quiet as ninja. And, as someone that drives a lot, it is incredibly comforting knowing my wheel is firmly in place. Am I disappointed? A little. Am I happy? Yes. Am I relieved? Very much so.

Shout out to all the used car drivers out there!

Be Flexible

The bus stop was there. And that part was just fine.
But tacked on a stick was a very small sign
Saying, “Notice to Passengers Using our Line:
We are sorry to say that our drive, Butch Meyers,
Ran over four nails and has punctured all tires.
So, until further notice, the 4:42
Cannot possibly take you to Solla Sollew…
But I wish you a most pleasant journey by feet.
Bus Line President, Horace P. Sweet.

-I Had Trouble in Getting to Solla Sollew

Career Day Dilemma

So tomorrow I have to, scratch that, get to present at a Career Fair at the local High School. Yup, you read that right I get to go tell high schoolers what I do, how I got here and offer any advice I may have as they head toward their future careers. WHAT?!

Here’s the issue. My career journey thus far can be described more like a tumbleweed blowing in the wind than a determined young professional chasing her dreams. How I am supposed to sound like I know what’s up as I talk to these curious young minds when there are days when I feel completely lost? I don’t know how I ended up here and I don’t know where I’m going.

Here’s the other thing. I hate presenting. Standing up in front of people and talking for any amount of time is my least favorite thing ever. I participated in Forensics all throughout grade school and high school in the hopes I would become a better presenter. Nope! I don’t think I improved at all.

When I think about how things will go tomorrow I flash back to when I was in High School and I felt like I was constantly being judged. Considering some of my fashion choices back then it shouldn’t be a huge surprise, but I was scared everything I did and said was being judged. Granted it was high school and that’s not entirely wrong it’s also largely blown out of proportion. Nonetheless when I think about tomorrow all those all feelings come back and I know that’s what’s going to happen.

I’m being ridiculous. It was not that long ago that I was one of those high schoolers. I know they won’t care what I have to say. More than likely, they are just excited to not have to go to regular classes all day. I could talk to them in a monotone for a half hour and they wouldn’t care because they basically have a free day.

I need to chill. I know I’m looking at this the wrong way. If I can give advice or inspiration to just one high schooler then I have succeeded. I need to look at this as a great opportunity and not a punishment. These students don’t need to know where I’m going with my life. They’re just starting out too. We’ll figure it out together.