Post-Beach Blues

This was me, yesterday. Maybe a little bit older and not in front of a Christmas tree. But this was me. I made the 7.5 hour journey back from my own slice of Heaven, otherwise known as the Gulf of Mexico, yesterday. My family, however, is still there. Probably on the beach right now. While I'm at work. Isn't that peachy? This is the first year in all of my life that I have not been able to spend a full week's vacation with my family in the Gulf. Unfortunately enough, my vacation days are spent and this Classy girl needs every dime on her paycheck in order to pay my bills and fund other excursions between pay periods. I'm pretty sure I cried multiple times on the trip home, just thinking about the rest of my family enjoying the ocean breeze and relaxing by the shore while I was facing torrential downpours and tornado warnings as a special 'Welcome Home' present from the city. Awesome.

While I'm so thankful for the time I was able to enjoy, it hurt more than a little to leave my favorite destination. Hurt even more to show up for work again today. Although, I could really get used to this whole two day work week thing. I'm trying to look towards the future now. My summer is still full of fun and excitement if I can just get past the continuous focus of not being able to be where I want to be in this very second... while Mr. Super Athlete and the rest of the crew are sunbathing and drinking and swimming and laughing... ugh...

Anyway, we're moving on. I'll keep you posted on what I find exciting about this weekend... could be rough, but I won't continue to mope... much... Promise.

Operation: Working Vacation

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is where I will be in only two more days. As if I hadn't been MIA in the blog-o-sphere enough, this upcoming Friday through Wednesday, I will be MIA in the city as well. And I cannot wait. This very beach, the ocean breeze, the hot white sand, the clear waters... the cold beverage... all of the cold beverage... five days of absolute and blissful nothingness. God, can I leave now? Classy and Mr. Perfect are traveling Friday night to meet my family, including Mr. Super Athlete, for a week in Seaside, Florida-- all paid for via my fabulous parents. Could it be any more perfect? Only if it lasted two weeks instead of 5 days. Unfortunately, my 'super cool' workplace won't pay me to be at the beach any more than my current existing vacation days will allow. Those pesky bills to pay at the end of the month seem to ruin all the fun. Ah, well. Some is better than none at all... that is for certain. 

Speaking of my 'super cool' workplace and my desperate need for this overdue vacation, I promised explanation for my negative attitude towards said 'super cool' environment in my last post. For the past couple of months, I have been on the verge of miserable at work. While I have my good days and still find great comfort in my close co-workers, my 'higher-ups' continue to place me on that line between anger and misery more often than not. As of late, it has gotten better, however not more than a month ago, I was more than ready to be elsewhere being paid more money for some type of work where I was actually using the degrees that I had earned in school. Basically, they don't pay me nearly enough to talk to me or treat me the way that they were at the time. Ie. I don't know how to do my job or I'm not putting forth enough effort for the sake of my children, blah blah bullshit, blah blah. Funny how all of my quarterly personal evaluations since I've been teaching there have been nearly perfect scores, yet all of a sudden, I'm worthless. It was re-accreditation season for them, therefore their asses were on the line, so their stresses were forced upon their staff... it was my first go around with said season. Lucky me. I don't think I'll be around to witness another... I hope not anyway. After crying at work twice in two weeks, one could say I was more than a little fed up. However, being that I was in the middle of May Mania, I didn't exactly have time to vent such stresses here or put forth effort in looking for a new place of employment were I would be validated. I basically spent all of May avoiding my administration as to 1.) not be forced into fake conversation acting as if I was perfectly fine after the way I was treated or 2.) not be yelled at or condemned for anything else I could possibly be doing all wrong. My job simply isn't that hard. I promise I can handle it. Chill out. Anyway, as things have settled mostly, I'm back to complacency where I am at the moment. My resume has been updated and sent off to a couple of locations actually, but I'm not expecting much out of it. Not many industries hiring nowadays. The relief, however, of simply having it updated and available for immediate send out is quite enjoyable.

But not more enjoyable than the relief that my home away from home in Seaside is waiting for me a mere 72 hours from now. Ah, bliss. 

As Promised!

Random facts about Me!

Where do I begin? I've covered in past awards my love for iced tea, Law and Order, going out, taking pictures, college football, etc. So, now what?

Well...

1) How about I am the most impatient person ever. I want what I want when I want it. I want that new sweater, I want to get in shape, I want it all and I want it quickly. I can't help it. I've heard I have quite the patience with children. At least I show that I do. Most times on the inside, I'm screaming "What can't you just do what I ask you to do!?" It's a flaw. Whatever. 

2) Whenever I do get married, it will be on the beach. There can't be a more beautiful backdrop than the white sand and the blue ocean. It's what I've always wanted and you can bet that I will not compromise. 

3) With that being said, unlike the majority of my friends, I'm not in a rush to get married. I'm happy where I am and I'm not so concerned with "growing up" or racing to "join the club" of new wives. It's not at the top of my list. Yes, of course I want to get married, but not tomorrow.

4) I love going to the movies. The whole cinematic experience beats renting a movie any day of the week. My routine is as follows: middle of the theatre, small popcorn, small Dr. Pepper or Diet Coke. I think I get this from my mom. She's a movie fanatic. Especially during Oscar Season. 

5) I also love going to concerts. As you can tell I'm a big fan of entertainment. Last year, I saw Carrie Underwood, Lady Antebellum, Jason Aldean, and a few others in smaller venues. The year before, Sugarland, Little Big Town, Jake Owen... all in one fabulous night. I've seen John Mayer three times. Tim McGraw, Faith Hill, Garth Brooks, Backstreet Boys and Mandy Moore (Don't Judge, I was young),... the list goes on. I. Love. Music. Especially, live. 

6) Along with getting married oceanside one day, I'd pretty much love to be there all the time. Life as one big vacation would be fantastic. You've already heard I have seasonal depression which means, of course, I'm a big fan of summer, warm weather, and you guessed it... the beach. The best week of the entire year: Vacation week. 

7) In loving warm weather, I hate being cold. Hate. It. And I feel like I always am during the winter. Sweat pants are a favorite necessity. Along with fuzzy blankets and oversized sweatshirts. Basically, I'm counting down the days until Spring finally arrives again...

Okay, I'm done for now. I'm sure you'll be learning more random facts soon enough. Thanks so much for my awards and for reading. I love sharing this blogging world with you! Hope you all had a great weekend!