Happy last day of 2013!
The following lessons are tidbits that I've leaned in the last year. It is my aspiration that those reading this will save themselves many headaches and potential embarrassment in their future life endeavors.
1. When people continuously talk a lot about who they are as a human being; it is usually false advertisement.
If someone seems like they are too good to be true it's because the image that they have painted for you is a dramatic misrepresentation of their actual existence. It's entirely up to you to decide how long will allow the fairy tales to unravel before your eyes as you ride a unicorn through the gumdrop forest. The moral of the story is; do not listen when people talk about themselves, let them show you who they are.
Hint: When one prefaces sentences with, "It's not that I think that I'm better than everyone else but..." with regularity, it's actually because the dip shit honestly believes they are better than everyone else.
(Yes, I said dip shit).
2. Immaturity exists at every age.
In 2012, I firmly believed that everyone in my age group had the mind of that age group. However, when a 25-year-old woman told a labyrinth of lies about me it really bothered me. So much so that I ate a bowl of meatballs while crying at my parents kitchen table. See, I'm not happy ALL of the time. Anyway, once that loser was out of our lives forever via termination of employment, I thought that I would never have to deal with another immature person that was over the age of a middle schooler ever again.
I was blatantly wrong.
In 2013 the maturity of those in their 20s hopped on a submarine and took a nice little trip to the bottom of the ocean floor. Top reason for immaturity amongst women in their 20s that just can't stop talking about you: jealousy.
Bringing me to my next lesson.....
3. Women are crazy.
I mean absolutely, positively, out of their minds, off their rockers, need-to-be-institutionalized crazy. Now, let me say that I have spent a great deal of time defending our gender, I really have. But the performance that some of you had in the last year is worthy of an Academy Award. I request that some of you spend the early portions of 2014 making up fake scenarios and deciding what potential reactions would be appropriate or inappropriate for those situations.
If your reaction involves a)lashing out on social media b)showing up somewhere unexpected or uninvited c) shouting at an ungodly volume or d)texting someone that you have never meant before then you need to get back to the drawing board because you have the reaction and decision-making capabilities of a toddler.
4. Embracing change and taking risks are essential components to a happy and successful life.
I've never heard someone say that they accelerated their career or enhanced their relationships or quality of life by staying exactly where they were. Take risks as a challenge and run with the opportunities that life presents to you. Those people that matter in your life; they will stand behind you through it all. Distance is no roadblock to love and support.
Take a chance because, more than likely, the juice is worth the squeeze.
5. Laughter really is the best medicine.
The best days of 2013 and of my life were those that I spent laughing with my friends. If you are having a bad day or you find yourself in a terrible mood, you need to reach out to a person that you know can make you laugh. Even if the gratification is temporary, it is necessary. This is one of the best pieces of advice that I have to offer. If you don't have a person that can make you laugh then give me a call and I will do my best to cut the tension.
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With the end of the year upon us, I think that it is very important that everyone takes some time to look back at the last 364 days to remember what 2013 had to offer to them: are you happy with your life? Your job? Your living situation? Your relationship? Your family? Your friendships? Your social status? Your body? Your health? Did you take advantage of bettering yourself over the last year?
More importantly: what did we give to others in 2013?
If you found yourself on the receiving end last year, I urge you to spend 2014 giving. Giving doesn't necessarily come in the form of monetary donations or pricey vacations or over-the-top presents or bending-over-backwards favors. Just knowing that there are people, or even one human being on this earth that cares about your life can sometimes make all of the difference.
People need people. We need to know that we have each other's backs. We don't need to write big checks, we just need to exist. We need to be there for others and we need to be approachable for friendships, for happiness, for support for anything that can lighten someones burdens.
Here's to 2014~ this is your year!
Xoxo
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Building an Orphanage and Hope in Mexico
Some of the most vivid memories that I possess are from the early years of my childhood. I can recall some aspects of my younger years as if they were yesterday.
I remember preschool; the colorful tape lines on the carpet that represented our groups for the week, how the rice box was my favorite activity, ants on a log were my favorite snack, I remember the chipping blue paint on the bathroom doors of the church basement, how I took the class's stuffed bear to pizza hut and journaled about it. My best friend was Chris. I remember perfectly what his house looked like and I could sniff out his mother's perfume to this day in a perfume line-up.
In kindergarden, phonics was my favorite game to play on the outdated computers. In first grade, I once raised my hand so excitedly that I accidentally poked my teacher directly in the eye. In second grade, I crashed my bike the week before my communion and skinned both of my knees while knocking over the elderly neighbor woman onto her already injured hip. My childhood neighbors were jerks and their dog was terrifying. His name was Fudge.
I could go on and on; but I think you get the point. The most simplistic absurdities transformed into tiny molecules of memories that have made up my entire childhood outlook.
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In november of last year, my assistant manager Zach traveled to Mexico on a mission trip with his church. He came back to work the following week proclaiming that the trip had changed his life and told me that I should go with him the following year. I agreed.
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On November second of this year, Zach and left Pittsburgh with a large group of members of his church and nearby churches. I could never have prepared myself for the experience that was about to unravel before my eyes.
We went to Mexico to help the people. Ultimately, Mexico changed us. I have never been a part of such a magnificent experience in my years on earth.
In Mexico, we worked on building an orphanage that will someday house 350 Mexican children. Zach and I spent our time building a chimney. Believe it or not, I used a block saw without losing any limbs. We also spent one entire day in Juarez, handing out food and smiles to the homeless. I handed out cookies to the children and though very few of them spoke English, nearly all of them we able to utter the words "thank you" as I placed the cookies into their bags. Some of the children hadn't eaten food in nearly a week, something we take for granted. The children were so hungry that some of them would not allow us to place the food in their bags because the craved the nourishment at that very instant.
We called this day "Mercy Day" and it was my my favorite day of the trip. It was an amazing and heartbreaking experience. It was amazing because we were able to feed so many families but it was heartbreaking because we, eventually, ran out of food and no one that was involved in Mercy Day could speak to when these human beings may be able to eat again.
For me, the trip to Mexico came at a perfect time. For as happy as I am, I sometimes find myself being caught up and brought down by the hustle and bustle of stress, work assignments and anything else that doesn't seem to play out just the way I'd like it to.
Part of my transition to Baltimore was learning to adjust to the idea that I cannot control every aspect of my life. Accepting the promotion, and now being in charge of 450 people, I quickly realized that a) you cannot influence everyone at the same time and b)change will not occur overnight. During my transition I felt like I was constantly needing things. I needed more sleep, more coffee, more time for touch bases with my teams, more hours in a day, more conference calls, more people willing to adjust. I needed more, and when I didn't or couldn't get it; I was frustrated. I forgot about the basics and the fun and I lost track, temporarily, of the things that mattered most.
Every job has its moments and days and weeks of stress. The reality is that things cannot always go the way you'd hope them to. But when I calmed down, and I looked back at all of the things that I believed I needed; Mexico helped me to realize that I may not have ever "needed" a single thing in my life. These families need food. They need water. They need hope. They need clothing. They need shelter. They need safety.
When I got back to Baltimore, I did a lot less complaining and a lot more acting. When things didn't go my way I focused on the things that were going my way; my health, my family, the fact that I had a roof over my head and a full stomach. I focused on the basics. I used every opportunity as a chance to better myself and those around me. I came back from Mexico with a new outlook on life.
I am eternally grateful for the experience in Mexico. I am thankful for the resources for which I was able to make the trip to help others. I am thankful that Zach suggested that I come with him, and that he was able to put up with me for the week. I am thankful for all of the friendships that I made along the journey. I am thankful for the small impact that I was able to make on the people of Mexico and for the great impact that they made in my life.
Here's to opening your eyes and seeing the value of the smallest things,
Xoxo
I remember preschool; the colorful tape lines on the carpet that represented our groups for the week, how the rice box was my favorite activity, ants on a log were my favorite snack, I remember the chipping blue paint on the bathroom doors of the church basement, how I took the class's stuffed bear to pizza hut and journaled about it. My best friend was Chris. I remember perfectly what his house looked like and I could sniff out his mother's perfume to this day in a perfume line-up.
In kindergarden, phonics was my favorite game to play on the outdated computers. In first grade, I once raised my hand so excitedly that I accidentally poked my teacher directly in the eye. In second grade, I crashed my bike the week before my communion and skinned both of my knees while knocking over the elderly neighbor woman onto her already injured hip. My childhood neighbors were jerks and their dog was terrifying. His name was Fudge.
I could go on and on; but I think you get the point. The most simplistic absurdities transformed into tiny molecules of memories that have made up my entire childhood outlook.
*
In november of last year, my assistant manager Zach traveled to Mexico on a mission trip with his church. He came back to work the following week proclaiming that the trip had changed his life and told me that I should go with him the following year. I agreed.
*
On November second of this year, Zach and left Pittsburgh with a large group of members of his church and nearby churches. I could never have prepared myself for the experience that was about to unravel before my eyes.
We went to Mexico to help the people. Ultimately, Mexico changed us. I have never been a part of such a magnificent experience in my years on earth.
In Mexico, we worked on building an orphanage that will someday house 350 Mexican children. Zach and I spent our time building a chimney. Believe it or not, I used a block saw without losing any limbs. We also spent one entire day in Juarez, handing out food and smiles to the homeless. I handed out cookies to the children and though very few of them spoke English, nearly all of them we able to utter the words "thank you" as I placed the cookies into their bags. Some of the children hadn't eaten food in nearly a week, something we take for granted. The children were so hungry that some of them would not allow us to place the food in their bags because the craved the nourishment at that very instant.
We called this day "Mercy Day" and it was my my favorite day of the trip. It was an amazing and heartbreaking experience. It was amazing because we were able to feed so many families but it was heartbreaking because we, eventually, ran out of food and no one that was involved in Mercy Day could speak to when these human beings may be able to eat again.
For me, the trip to Mexico came at a perfect time. For as happy as I am, I sometimes find myself being caught up and brought down by the hustle and bustle of stress, work assignments and anything else that doesn't seem to play out just the way I'd like it to.
Part of my transition to Baltimore was learning to adjust to the idea that I cannot control every aspect of my life. Accepting the promotion, and now being in charge of 450 people, I quickly realized that a) you cannot influence everyone at the same time and b)change will not occur overnight. During my transition I felt like I was constantly needing things. I needed more sleep, more coffee, more time for touch bases with my teams, more hours in a day, more conference calls, more people willing to adjust. I needed more, and when I didn't or couldn't get it; I was frustrated. I forgot about the basics and the fun and I lost track, temporarily, of the things that mattered most.
Every job has its moments and days and weeks of stress. The reality is that things cannot always go the way you'd hope them to. But when I calmed down, and I looked back at all of the things that I believed I needed; Mexico helped me to realize that I may not have ever "needed" a single thing in my life. These families need food. They need water. They need hope. They need clothing. They need shelter. They need safety.
When I got back to Baltimore, I did a lot less complaining and a lot more acting. When things didn't go my way I focused on the things that were going my way; my health, my family, the fact that I had a roof over my head and a full stomach. I focused on the basics. I used every opportunity as a chance to better myself and those around me. I came back from Mexico with a new outlook on life.
I am eternally grateful for the experience in Mexico. I am thankful for the resources for which I was able to make the trip to help others. I am thankful that Zach suggested that I come with him, and that he was able to put up with me for the week. I am thankful for all of the friendships that I made along the journey. I am thankful for the small impact that I was able to make on the people of Mexico and for the great impact that they made in my life.
Here's to opening your eyes and seeing the value of the smallest things,
Xoxo
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Influence
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
As most of you already know, I received a promotion last week to be a District Manager for Abercrombie & Fitch. I have worked for this company since 2007. Throughout college, I worked part time and in January of 2011, I became a part of the manager and training program. In march of 2011, I became an assistant manager. In July of 2012 I was promoted to be the store manager at South Hills Hollister and in December of that same year I was promoted to be the store manager at Ross Park Hollister. Instead of running a single store, I will now have seven throughout the state of Maryland.
This promotion is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. I love this career and this company more than anything in the entire world. Over the years, I have created friendships with colleagues that will undoubtedly last a lifetime.
Sometimes, life throws you for a loop (or two, or ten).
If you would have asked me how my life was going two months ago, three weeks ago, and yesterday: I would have different answers every single time. I won't reflect on the negative events or people because it's not worth my breath or my typing but I will say that, ultimately, everything worked out exactly the way it was supposed to.
When I was younger I used to watch One Tree Hill. In one of the episodes, Peyton poses the question: "Imagine the moment in your life when all of your dreams come true. It's the greatest moment of your life. Who is standing next to you?"
So, there I was, experiencing the moment when all of my dreams came true. The most important people in my life were standing next to me. I wouldn't have had it any other way. I am so grateful for every single one of you. I can't even describe it. All of you (and many more) have become members of my family. Every one of you has influenced me to succeed.
The fact that I got to spend my promotion day with so many members of my anf family was absolutely amazing and I am so thankful that everyone was able to celebrate with me.
Over the last couple of weeks, I have received countless cards (which I LOVE), from a wide variety of people that have worked with me over the last couple of years. Each one of these cards is packed in my suitcase to take to Maryland with me. These will remind me that change is good (often times GREAT) and sometimes, all someone needs is a little bit of inspiration to succeed just like we have. To me, it's almost funny that everyone writes out cards thanking me for what I've done for their career. Truly, you all need to be thanked by me. Each one of you has been one portion of the rock that has held me down even when times got tough. I am eternally grateful for the friendships that we have made and I know that you guys are all going to do amazing things.
I received a new phone this week with a new number, so if you guys do not have my information yet just send me a text on the old number. My calls and texts are being forwarded for the next couple of days. Just because I don't live in Pittsburgh anymore doesn't mean that you can't call me for any miscellaneous questions that you may have.
Off to Maryland I go! I'm taking all of you with me in my heart! <3
Here's to embracing change,
accepting challenges
and exceeding expectations
Xoxo
As most of you already know, I received a promotion last week to be a District Manager for Abercrombie & Fitch. I have worked for this company since 2007. Throughout college, I worked part time and in January of 2011, I became a part of the manager and training program. In march of 2011, I became an assistant manager. In July of 2012 I was promoted to be the store manager at South Hills Hollister and in December of that same year I was promoted to be the store manager at Ross Park Hollister. Instead of running a single store, I will now have seven throughout the state of Maryland.
This promotion is the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. I love this career and this company more than anything in the entire world. Over the years, I have created friendships with colleagues that will undoubtedly last a lifetime.
Sometimes, life throws you for a loop (or two, or ten).
If you would have asked me how my life was going two months ago, three weeks ago, and yesterday: I would have different answers every single time. I won't reflect on the negative events or people because it's not worth my breath or my typing but I will say that, ultimately, everything worked out exactly the way it was supposed to.
When I was younger I used to watch One Tree Hill. In one of the episodes, Peyton poses the question: "Imagine the moment in your life when all of your dreams come true. It's the greatest moment of your life. Who is standing next to you?"
So, there I was, experiencing the moment when all of my dreams came true. The most important people in my life were standing next to me. I wouldn't have had it any other way. I am so grateful for every single one of you. I can't even describe it. All of you (and many more) have become members of my family. Every one of you has influenced me to succeed.
The fact that I got to spend my promotion day with so many members of my anf family was absolutely amazing and I am so thankful that everyone was able to celebrate with me.
Over the last couple of weeks, I have received countless cards (which I LOVE), from a wide variety of people that have worked with me over the last couple of years. Each one of these cards is packed in my suitcase to take to Maryland with me. These will remind me that change is good (often times GREAT) and sometimes, all someone needs is a little bit of inspiration to succeed just like we have. To me, it's almost funny that everyone writes out cards thanking me for what I've done for their career. Truly, you all need to be thanked by me. Each one of you has been one portion of the rock that has held me down even when times got tough. I am eternally grateful for the friendships that we have made and I know that you guys are all going to do amazing things.
I received a new phone this week with a new number, so if you guys do not have my information yet just send me a text on the old number. My calls and texts are being forwarded for the next couple of days. Just because I don't live in Pittsburgh anymore doesn't mean that you can't call me for any miscellaneous questions that you may have.
Off to Maryland I go! I'm taking all of you with me in my heart! <3
Here's to embracing change,
accepting challenges
and exceeding expectations
Xoxo
Sunday, September 1, 2013
September and New Beginnings
Happy Monday and happy September!
It has been nearly a month since I last posted a blog and I am sincerely sorry. To those of you reading this right now, please forgive my neglect. Allow me to explain myself...
As mentioned in my previous blog, the month of August brings about a very strange time of the year for those of us that work in retail. Now, as most of you know, I adore my job. I love going to work each morning more than most yinzers love Kennywood. To most people, it doesn't even make sense how much I enjoy this career. However, the month of August, and the back to school season has literally sucked the life out of myself, my wonderful assistants, and my 80 employees. I cannot even begin to thank every one of you that stood beside me for any portion of this season. Thank you for not giving up on our business.
Last week, I posted a link on Facebook to an article entitled "Maybe You Get Bad Customer Service Because You are a Bad Customer." This article was published in the Huffington Post by a writer named Matt Walsh. If you happened to miss this amazing piece of journalism, please read it here.
Now, I don't work at a fast food restaurant, but I do open my doors (and porch cabana) to the general public every day. Every morning during the month of August, I opened those doors with a positive attitude, and every evening I left feeling defeated and trying to gather one or two positives interactions to get myself through the next day.
You see, with the back to school season comes increased business. The business, we can deal with. After all, that's what we are there for. We are not there; however, to be verbally abused by anyone that is having a bad day. That we cannot handle and we shouldn't have to.
See, a lot of my friends poke fun at me because I know nearly everyone whom works in the mall; food court employees, the workers at the nail salon, the woman at the Sweets from Heaven, etc. The reason that all of these people say hello to me is because at some point I was nice to them. At some point, my smile and "have a great day" stuck out to them enough to form a relationship with me. You may think that this is cute, but this actually speaks volumes about the way that the general public treats the people that wait on them. I, though, know this feeling. There are about five customers that come into my store frequently that stand out in my mind as friendly human beings. They are always happy, but the reason that they stand out so much is because nearly every other person that I encounter is absolutely 100% miserable.
I won't harp on everything that happened to myself and my staff during this back to school season but I will pinpoint a couple of instances. On one occasion, we found a used tampon on the sales floor. You know, because that is where self-respecting human beings dispose of those things. A woman told me that "if I wanted to work anywhere other than the mall, I would need to acquire some actual skill." A man told me that I would be personally be paying for his gas money to get back to South Hills Village. A woman insisted that I immediately fire one of my 17-year-old associates on the spot because she forgot to take the sensor off of one of her items. When I say "told me" I actually mean that I was verbally abused by a screaming lunatic until I lost interest or they ran out of breath.
Now, I am not telling these stories to gain anyone's sympathy. I am telling these stories so that each one of you takes a step back before they treat anyone, especially a stranger, like a piece of garbage. When someone scans something at a store and it rings up incorrectly, it can be rectified, it's just a lot easier to fix when you aren't screaming your head off. Take a deep breath, please.
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get to my car at the end of a few August days and cry with my head on the steering wheel. But, I'd be failing myself if I let one or multiple miserable human beings ruin the career that I love. So, I'm not going to do that.
I am going to face this new month and this new season with a new state of mind-- letting go of all that was the month of August and the angry people that I was faced with day in and day out.
I encourage all of you to begin this month with a new outlook on the way that you treat the situations in your life and, more importantly, the way that you treat other people. It doesn't hurt to smile or to be friendly to a stranger. If you are in a bad mood, stay in your house. Don't plague anyone else's existence. If you feel the need to scream about something, scream into a pillow.
We are all human beings; it's about time we start acting like it.
Additionally, to those of you that have friends, boyfriends, girlfriends and acquaintances that don't treat you the way that you deserve to be treated; do yourself a favor and eliminate them from your life. You'll thank me later.
Here's to treating others with the respect that they deserve,
Or preparing to lose them,
Xoxo
It has been nearly a month since I last posted a blog and I am sincerely sorry. To those of you reading this right now, please forgive my neglect. Allow me to explain myself...
As mentioned in my previous blog, the month of August brings about a very strange time of the year for those of us that work in retail. Now, as most of you know, I adore my job. I love going to work each morning more than most yinzers love Kennywood. To most people, it doesn't even make sense how much I enjoy this career. However, the month of August, and the back to school season has literally sucked the life out of myself, my wonderful assistants, and my 80 employees. I cannot even begin to thank every one of you that stood beside me for any portion of this season. Thank you for not giving up on our business.
Last week, I posted a link on Facebook to an article entitled "Maybe You Get Bad Customer Service Because You are a Bad Customer." This article was published in the Huffington Post by a writer named Matt Walsh. If you happened to miss this amazing piece of journalism, please read it here.
Now, I don't work at a fast food restaurant, but I do open my doors (and porch cabana) to the general public every day. Every morning during the month of August, I opened those doors with a positive attitude, and every evening I left feeling defeated and trying to gather one or two positives interactions to get myself through the next day.
You see, with the back to school season comes increased business. The business, we can deal with. After all, that's what we are there for. We are not there; however, to be verbally abused by anyone that is having a bad day. That we cannot handle and we shouldn't have to.
See, a lot of my friends poke fun at me because I know nearly everyone whom works in the mall; food court employees, the workers at the nail salon, the woman at the Sweets from Heaven, etc. The reason that all of these people say hello to me is because at some point I was nice to them. At some point, my smile and "have a great day" stuck out to them enough to form a relationship with me. You may think that this is cute, but this actually speaks volumes about the way that the general public treats the people that wait on them. I, though, know this feeling. There are about five customers that come into my store frequently that stand out in my mind as friendly human beings. They are always happy, but the reason that they stand out so much is because nearly every other person that I encounter is absolutely 100% miserable.
I won't harp on everything that happened to myself and my staff during this back to school season but I will pinpoint a couple of instances. On one occasion, we found a used tampon on the sales floor. You know, because that is where self-respecting human beings dispose of those things. A woman told me that "if I wanted to work anywhere other than the mall, I would need to acquire some actual skill." A man told me that I would be personally be paying for his gas money to get back to South Hills Village. A woman insisted that I immediately fire one of my 17-year-old associates on the spot because she forgot to take the sensor off of one of her items. When I say "told me" I actually mean that I was verbally abused by a screaming lunatic until I lost interest or they ran out of breath.
Now, I am not telling these stories to gain anyone's sympathy. I am telling these stories so that each one of you takes a step back before they treat anyone, especially a stranger, like a piece of garbage. When someone scans something at a store and it rings up incorrectly, it can be rectified, it's just a lot easier to fix when you aren't screaming your head off. Take a deep breath, please.
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get to my car at the end of a few August days and cry with my head on the steering wheel. But, I'd be failing myself if I let one or multiple miserable human beings ruin the career that I love. So, I'm not going to do that.
I am going to face this new month and this new season with a new state of mind-- letting go of all that was the month of August and the angry people that I was faced with day in and day out.
I encourage all of you to begin this month with a new outlook on the way that you treat the situations in your life and, more importantly, the way that you treat other people. It doesn't hurt to smile or to be friendly to a stranger. If you are in a bad mood, stay in your house. Don't plague anyone else's existence. If you feel the need to scream about something, scream into a pillow.
We are all human beings; it's about time we start acting like it.
Additionally, to those of you that have friends, boyfriends, girlfriends and acquaintances that don't treat you the way that you deserve to be treated; do yourself a favor and eliminate them from your life. You'll thank me later.
Here's to treating others with the respect that they deserve,
Or preparing to lose them,
Xoxo
Monday, August 5, 2013
The Joys of Retail in August
Good Monday morning and happy August to all of you!
Back to school is here,
The time of year we all fear.
Have mercy on us.
This is a quick haiku about what the month of August means to me. Just to be clear, I'm not the only individual that feels this way and if you have any friends or family that work in retail, ask around about their least favorite time of year.
August is to retail stores what Valentine's day is to a florist. August is what April is to H and R block. August is hell. It is a soul sucker. However, it gives me some of the greatest stories of the year. Now, Christmas is a different animal but allow me to share with you the difference between holiday shoppers and back to school shoppers. Holiday shoppers generally understand that Christmas is a busy time of year and when they have to wait in a line to check out, they know why. But, for some unknown and God forsaken reason, back to school shoppers have some sort of entitled feeling that I can't really fathom or explain.
Actually, back to school mom that is screaming in my face, your daughter isn't the only 13-year-old in western Pennsylvania that has outgrown her super-skinny jeans from last year. Unfortunately, she will have to wait in line to try on a new pair of jeans just like every other kid in the history of kids that was unsure of their pant size. No ma'am, we do not have any additional fitting rooms and no I am not the architect that designed this establishment. Yes, I know you think it's ridiculous, because you've used the expression "this is ridiculous" upwards of ten times in this conversation.
No, I cannot honor your coupon that expired three weeks ago. You see, there is a reason that there is an expiration date on the coupon. Once it expires, the system doesn't recognize it anymore. Oh, you want to speak to the manager? Well, you already are. No I'm not joking, I'm actually in charge here. After all, that would be a very shitty joke. I know you're thrown off because I'm young. Sorry for being successful. I'm also sorry that you cannot have a forever coupon. Again, I know that you believe this is ridiculous. You've mentioned.
Actually ma'am, the lights are on. No, I cannot turn the music down- it's either on or off. I understand that you think it's loud but we must be doing something right because every kid in Pittsburgh is currently in line for the fitting room. You'll never shop here again? I bet my right arm that you do because that kid of yours is spoiled rotten which is why you're buying them an $80 sweater even though they will grow out of it by Christmas. Now, that is ridiculous.
I could go on for days but we will leave it at that for now. I will also say that it's been about a month since someone urinated in my fitting room so, we've got that going for us.
Moral of the story is, I have been yelled at so many time over the last few days of business that I have originated a little defense mechanism known as the bucket of smiles. I fill this bucket up with candy and keep it behind the register so that whenever someone begins to tell me about myself I can take it all in, smile politely, and then offer them a blow pop or a mint.
So far, the BOS has worked wonders in combating bad attitudes. It's one of the best ideas I've ever had.
Now, what makes this job amazing during the busy seasons is that the company always finds a way to give back to those that need it most. This back to school season, we are donating money to Autism Speaks, a charity centered around creating awareness and funding for children with Autism. From now through Labor Day, for every extra pair of jeans that we sell over the company goal, $2 gets donated to this charity. Last week, my store alone raised $412 dollars. If I need to get yelled at my angry moms for charitable purposes, I will do it any day of the week.
Speaking of charity, one of my best friends is running his first half marathon in a little over a month and he is doing it in the name of charity. Last week my blog had 450 unique views. If all of you donated just $1 to Ryan's half marathon charity, he would be that much closer to his goal. Let's change some lives and give to those that need it more than we do. To learn more about Ryan's charity and to donate, click here.
That's all for now,
Here's to being a little kinder to strangers,
Xoxo <3
Back to school is here,
The time of year we all fear.
Have mercy on us.
This is a quick haiku about what the month of August means to me. Just to be clear, I'm not the only individual that feels this way and if you have any friends or family that work in retail, ask around about their least favorite time of year.
August is to retail stores what Valentine's day is to a florist. August is what April is to H and R block. August is hell. It is a soul sucker. However, it gives me some of the greatest stories of the year. Now, Christmas is a different animal but allow me to share with you the difference between holiday shoppers and back to school shoppers. Holiday shoppers generally understand that Christmas is a busy time of year and when they have to wait in a line to check out, they know why. But, for some unknown and God forsaken reason, back to school shoppers have some sort of entitled feeling that I can't really fathom or explain.
Actually, back to school mom that is screaming in my face, your daughter isn't the only 13-year-old in western Pennsylvania that has outgrown her super-skinny jeans from last year. Unfortunately, she will have to wait in line to try on a new pair of jeans just like every other kid in the history of kids that was unsure of their pant size. No ma'am, we do not have any additional fitting rooms and no I am not the architect that designed this establishment. Yes, I know you think it's ridiculous, because you've used the expression "this is ridiculous" upwards of ten times in this conversation.
No, I cannot honor your coupon that expired three weeks ago. You see, there is a reason that there is an expiration date on the coupon. Once it expires, the system doesn't recognize it anymore. Oh, you want to speak to the manager? Well, you already are. No I'm not joking, I'm actually in charge here. After all, that would be a very shitty joke. I know you're thrown off because I'm young. Sorry for being successful. I'm also sorry that you cannot have a forever coupon. Again, I know that you believe this is ridiculous. You've mentioned.
Actually ma'am, the lights are on. No, I cannot turn the music down- it's either on or off. I understand that you think it's loud but we must be doing something right because every kid in Pittsburgh is currently in line for the fitting room. You'll never shop here again? I bet my right arm that you do because that kid of yours is spoiled rotten which is why you're buying them an $80 sweater even though they will grow out of it by Christmas. Now, that is ridiculous.
I could go on for days but we will leave it at that for now. I will also say that it's been about a month since someone urinated in my fitting room so, we've got that going for us.
Moral of the story is, I have been yelled at so many time over the last few days of business that I have originated a little defense mechanism known as the bucket of smiles. I fill this bucket up with candy and keep it behind the register so that whenever someone begins to tell me about myself I can take it all in, smile politely, and then offer them a blow pop or a mint. So far, the BOS has worked wonders in combating bad attitudes. It's one of the best ideas I've ever had.
Now, what makes this job amazing during the busy seasons is that the company always finds a way to give back to those that need it most. This back to school season, we are donating money to Autism Speaks, a charity centered around creating awareness and funding for children with Autism. From now through Labor Day, for every extra pair of jeans that we sell over the company goal, $2 gets donated to this charity. Last week, my store alone raised $412 dollars. If I need to get yelled at my angry moms for charitable purposes, I will do it any day of the week.
Speaking of charity, one of my best friends is running his first half marathon in a little over a month and he is doing it in the name of charity. Last week my blog had 450 unique views. If all of you donated just $1 to Ryan's half marathon charity, he would be that much closer to his goal. Let's change some lives and give to those that need it more than we do. To learn more about Ryan's charity and to donate, click here.
That's all for now,
Here's to being a little kinder to strangers,
Xoxo <3
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Taking Strangers Home From the Bar
Happy Monday! <3
Spoiler alert: the blog title isn't what it sounds like. Stay tuned.
Allow me to apologize for my two week hiatus from blog writing as I had a very very busy couple of weeks at work. Though stressful and hectic we survived and we did it gracefully and with smiles on our faces. I'd like to take this time to welcome Tracy and Rob to our management team. We are so excited to have you on our team and cannot wait to teach you everything that there is to know about the pier!
Secondly, a special thank you to all 102 of my associates for helping to prepare for last week's amazingly successful regional visit and for helping us to attain our first perfect 5 secret shop of the year. Mom loves each of you very much!
Thirdly, I would like to take the time to congratulate one of my very best friends on his promotion to the international new store's team. Jesse, I am so stinking excited for you and I cannot wait to hear all of your amazing stories and follow your journey throughout the world. Despite the fact that you spend a great deal of effort convincing our district (and every waitress that we have ever had) that we are dating, I love you very much and I will miss the crap out of you. I know that Liz is your favorite, but this is the best that I could do. This picture is perfect, and so are you (high stress levels and all).
Now, onto the stranger.
Last weekend, Cory and I headed out with some friends to Shadyside where I stumbled across a man, roughly my age, that was very very intoxicated. Now, I know what you're thinking: no way, a drunk guy at the bar? Groundbreaking.
Give me a minute.
It was apparent to me that this man had been at the bar for quite some time. He could barely sit up straight and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. He was also alone. Any time anyone came up to the bar, he tried to strike up a conversation with them. I watched six or seven people accept free drinks from this man and then walk away from him while laughing with their friends, leaving him alone at the bar. The bartender continued to serve alcohol to this man until I walked up to him and suggested that we leave the bar area and grab a table.
I began talking to this man, Tom was his name, and he shared a few pieces of information about himself with me. First, he was a U.S. Marine. He has been to Iraq and Afghanistan. He has a daughter that is two years old. His wife moved herself and his daughter to Virginia and does not allow him to see her. He is 23 years old. And the one piece of information that stood out the most to me is that he said that he has never had anyone care about him the way I did.
Reminder: I had known this man for roughly 15 minutes.
Yes, Tom had too many drinks. Way to many drinks, to be completely fair. However, the fact that at that very moment or at any moment throughout his life he believed for a single second that a complete stranger was the most compassionate person he has ever met really speaks volumes about his life and about the world that we are living in.
I offered to drive Tom home and he began to cry. We continued talking about life and when the bar closed Cory, our friends, Tom and I all walked back to my car together. Tom said he lived a few blocks away. He didn't. But, it didn't matter. He sat in the backseat trying to make small talk with Cory while shouting out directions to his house that was about four miles from the bar.
When we got to his house, he thanked me and asked me if he could kiss my cheek. He talked to Cory about how great I was and then he told Cory that if he ever hurt me, he would find him and kill him. Tom exited my car and crossed the street to what I believe to be his home. I don't know his last name. I don't have his phone number. I will never see him again and he probably woke up in the morning not remembering how he got home.
Here is the moral of the story: selfless acts fuel the world.
I gained absolutely nothing out of driving Tom home. However, when I fell asleep that night, I knew that one life breathed easier for a period of time because of something that I did whether he remembers it or not.
Now, if everyone could please remove their head out of their ass and care about someone other than his or her self for five freaking seconds, they could impact the life of another human being.
I think it is also important for everyone to also take a moment and appreciate how it is actually mind-blowing that my boyfriend put up with this and many other adventures that I throw him into. Love is an amazing thing.
I hope that everyone has a fantastic and successful week.
Here's to doing for those that can do absolutely nothing for you in return,
Xoxo <3
Spoiler alert: the blog title isn't what it sounds like. Stay tuned.
Allow me to apologize for my two week hiatus from blog writing as I had a very very busy couple of weeks at work. Though stressful and hectic we survived and we did it gracefully and with smiles on our faces. I'd like to take this time to welcome Tracy and Rob to our management team. We are so excited to have you on our team and cannot wait to teach you everything that there is to know about the pier!
Secondly, a special thank you to all 102 of my associates for helping to prepare for last week's amazingly successful regional visit and for helping us to attain our first perfect 5 secret shop of the year. Mom loves each of you very much!
Now, onto the stranger.
Last weekend, Cory and I headed out with some friends to Shadyside where I stumbled across a man, roughly my age, that was very very intoxicated. Now, I know what you're thinking: no way, a drunk guy at the bar? Groundbreaking.
Give me a minute.
It was apparent to me that this man had been at the bar for quite some time. He could barely sit up straight and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. He was also alone. Any time anyone came up to the bar, he tried to strike up a conversation with them. I watched six or seven people accept free drinks from this man and then walk away from him while laughing with their friends, leaving him alone at the bar. The bartender continued to serve alcohol to this man until I walked up to him and suggested that we leave the bar area and grab a table.
I began talking to this man, Tom was his name, and he shared a few pieces of information about himself with me. First, he was a U.S. Marine. He has been to Iraq and Afghanistan. He has a daughter that is two years old. His wife moved herself and his daughter to Virginia and does not allow him to see her. He is 23 years old. And the one piece of information that stood out the most to me is that he said that he has never had anyone care about him the way I did.
Reminder: I had known this man for roughly 15 minutes.
Yes, Tom had too many drinks. Way to many drinks, to be completely fair. However, the fact that at that very moment or at any moment throughout his life he believed for a single second that a complete stranger was the most compassionate person he has ever met really speaks volumes about his life and about the world that we are living in.
I offered to drive Tom home and he began to cry. We continued talking about life and when the bar closed Cory, our friends, Tom and I all walked back to my car together. Tom said he lived a few blocks away. He didn't. But, it didn't matter. He sat in the backseat trying to make small talk with Cory while shouting out directions to his house that was about four miles from the bar.
When we got to his house, he thanked me and asked me if he could kiss my cheek. He talked to Cory about how great I was and then he told Cory that if he ever hurt me, he would find him and kill him. Tom exited my car and crossed the street to what I believe to be his home. I don't know his last name. I don't have his phone number. I will never see him again and he probably woke up in the morning not remembering how he got home.
Here is the moral of the story: selfless acts fuel the world.
I gained absolutely nothing out of driving Tom home. However, when I fell asleep that night, I knew that one life breathed easier for a period of time because of something that I did whether he remembers it or not.
Now, if everyone could please remove their head out of their ass and care about someone other than his or her self for five freaking seconds, they could impact the life of another human being.
I think it is also important for everyone to also take a moment and appreciate how it is actually mind-blowing that my boyfriend put up with this and many other adventures that I throw him into. Love is an amazing thing.
I hope that everyone has a fantastic and successful week.
Here's to doing for those that can do absolutely nothing for you in return,
Xoxo <3
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Advice for my Girlfriends' Ex-Boyfriends
Happy Sunday :)
This week's blog topic stems from recent events that I have witnessed directly through my girlfriends' relationships and past relationships. As some of you may know, my signature line has always been, "this is why I can't have a boyfriend." I used this slogan frequently when I couldn't use "He actually did that? Are you fucking kidding me?" This line usually came directly after listening to my friends tell me about the stunts that their boyfriends/ex-boyfriends pulled on them.
Luckily for me, I have found the person that will never let me down. My friends will never have to question the legitimacy of our relationship and if you don't believe me; ask around. However, along with Mr. Right comes a great perspective on relationships in general. Before, I had an idea of what a relationship should be like and the way that two people should be able to successfully function together.
Some people believed that I had unrealistic expectations. Those people were wrong.
Now that I know that my idea of relationships is not only possible but also amazing, I can't help but try to guide my friends in the right direction when it comes to cutting out the bad seeds from their lives.
Today's blog isn't about the drunk guy that approaches girls in a bar. Today's blog isn't about the guy in your summer class that asks you on a date. Today's blog is about the repeat offenders. It's about the guy whom you have explicitly told that you are not interested in seeing them but they just don't seem to get it.
Now, gentlemen, I know that girls like this exist also. Don't get mad and say that I'm sexist. We can elaborate on the ladies a different day. We're talking about my friends and these idiots that just don't give up.
So, without further adieu, here is some advice for the gentlemen that can't let my friends go:
1. Technology is pretty reliable these days. When you call her, text her, email her.... she sees it. She saw your missed call, she listened to your voice mail, she read your text, and now, she's ignoring you. Why? Oh, because you broke up with her. When she wanted to talk you out of the break up, you didn't give her the time of day but now you're utilizing every form of communication known to man to try to get a hold of her? Come on. Don't Facebook inbox her a message asking whether or not she got your messages. She got them. Everyone knows that you only inbox someone on Facebook for two reasons a)you're planning a surprise party or b)you're a stalker.
2. When you tell a girl that you don't want to date her; stop asking her to hang out. Every girl understands what you want from that point on... and it's not to take her out for expensive dinner. If you've found a girl with little to no self respect then good for you, you get the best of both worlds. If you found one of my friends; jokes on you. If you aren't looking for a girl to date, pick up a girl at the bar, don't try to recycle someone that may or may not have an emotional attachment to you.
3. Never underestimate a woman's ability to get a date (or anything else for that matter). If you think that your ex-girlfriend is laying in her bed eating ice cream with a tablespoon while crying over your breakup; you are wrong. She may have done that for an hour or so. However, she bounced back and she did it quickly. In fact, she's probably drinking an over-priced cocktail with a hotter, taller man as I type this. Don't get mad, you asked for it.
4. Don't Snapchat her. Don't like her Instagram photo. Don't like her status on Facebook. You didn't see a gummy bear and think "gosh I have to send a photo of this thing to my ex-girlfriend." You didn't think her photo of her lunch was the coolest thing you've ever seen either. We see right through you. We know you're only doing that to make her think about you, even if it's for a minute. Don't be selfish. She has a date tonight.
5. Even if she may not be able to figure it initially, she has me, or a friend like me to straighten her out very quickly. If you are using my friend I will talk her out of hooking up with you in a heartbeat. It's what girls do for one another. Have you ever tried to dance with a girl at the bar and one of her friends pulled her away and asked her to come to the bathroom with us? Yeah. Well, we didn't actually have to use the bathroom, we were just trying to save her from you. We do stuff like that all of the time, and we will do it when we realize your non-relationship antics.
With that being said: GIRLS OPEN YOUR EYES. If you ever question the legitimacy of your relationship read the We Aren't Dating Epidemic blog post from a couple of months ago. You won't be sorry.
I hope that everyone has a great week, I love you all,
Here's to enjoying this heatwave and avoiding terrible human beings,
Xoxo
This week's blog topic stems from recent events that I have witnessed directly through my girlfriends' relationships and past relationships. As some of you may know, my signature line has always been, "this is why I can't have a boyfriend." I used this slogan frequently when I couldn't use "He actually did that? Are you fucking kidding me?" This line usually came directly after listening to my friends tell me about the stunts that their boyfriends/ex-boyfriends pulled on them.
Luckily for me, I have found the person that will never let me down. My friends will never have to question the legitimacy of our relationship and if you don't believe me; ask around. However, along with Mr. Right comes a great perspective on relationships in general. Before, I had an idea of what a relationship should be like and the way that two people should be able to successfully function together.
Some people believed that I had unrealistic expectations. Those people were wrong.
Now that I know that my idea of relationships is not only possible but also amazing, I can't help but try to guide my friends in the right direction when it comes to cutting out the bad seeds from their lives.
Today's blog isn't about the drunk guy that approaches girls in a bar. Today's blog isn't about the guy in your summer class that asks you on a date. Today's blog is about the repeat offenders. It's about the guy whom you have explicitly told that you are not interested in seeing them but they just don't seem to get it.
Now, gentlemen, I know that girls like this exist also. Don't get mad and say that I'm sexist. We can elaborate on the ladies a different day. We're talking about my friends and these idiots that just don't give up.
So, without further adieu, here is some advice for the gentlemen that can't let my friends go:
1. Technology is pretty reliable these days. When you call her, text her, email her.... she sees it. She saw your missed call, she listened to your voice mail, she read your text, and now, she's ignoring you. Why? Oh, because you broke up with her. When she wanted to talk you out of the break up, you didn't give her the time of day but now you're utilizing every form of communication known to man to try to get a hold of her? Come on. Don't Facebook inbox her a message asking whether or not she got your messages. She got them. Everyone knows that you only inbox someone on Facebook for two reasons a)you're planning a surprise party or b)you're a stalker.
2. When you tell a girl that you don't want to date her; stop asking her to hang out. Every girl understands what you want from that point on... and it's not to take her out for expensive dinner. If you've found a girl with little to no self respect then good for you, you get the best of both worlds. If you found one of my friends; jokes on you. If you aren't looking for a girl to date, pick up a girl at the bar, don't try to recycle someone that may or may not have an emotional attachment to you.
3. Never underestimate a woman's ability to get a date (or anything else for that matter). If you think that your ex-girlfriend is laying in her bed eating ice cream with a tablespoon while crying over your breakup; you are wrong. She may have done that for an hour or so. However, she bounced back and she did it quickly. In fact, she's probably drinking an over-priced cocktail with a hotter, taller man as I type this. Don't get mad, you asked for it.
4. Don't Snapchat her. Don't like her Instagram photo. Don't like her status on Facebook. You didn't see a gummy bear and think "gosh I have to send a photo of this thing to my ex-girlfriend." You didn't think her photo of her lunch was the coolest thing you've ever seen either. We see right through you. We know you're only doing that to make her think about you, even if it's for a minute. Don't be selfish. She has a date tonight.
5. Even if she may not be able to figure it initially, she has me, or a friend like me to straighten her out very quickly. If you are using my friend I will talk her out of hooking up with you in a heartbeat. It's what girls do for one another. Have you ever tried to dance with a girl at the bar and one of her friends pulled her away and asked her to come to the bathroom with us? Yeah. Well, we didn't actually have to use the bathroom, we were just trying to save her from you. We do stuff like that all of the time, and we will do it when we realize your non-relationship antics.
With that being said: GIRLS OPEN YOUR EYES. If you ever question the legitimacy of your relationship read the We Aren't Dating Epidemic blog post from a couple of months ago. You won't be sorry.
I hope that everyone has a great week, I love you all,
Here's to enjoying this heatwave and avoiding terrible human beings,
Xoxo
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Things You Should Know Before Moving to College
Happy Tuesday, Everyone! I had the most perfect weekend in Columbus with Cory and his family. They are all the most wonderful human beings on the face of the earth and I am so thankful and blessed to know them. Special thank you to my sister Chloe for keeping me laughing all weekend. You're so pretty. Lylas more.
However, Andrea told me that she is tired of hearing about my perfect life and specifically requested that I write a blog filled with tips for high school graduates moving to college.
Just so everyone can understand that my life is not perfect, you should all know that someone urinated in my fitting room yesterday so..... that was awesome.
Now, without further adieu......
1. Always keep your liquor in a water bottle. But, don't forget that all of your water bottles in the refrigerator aren't actually water. Freshmen year I watched a girl in my dorm chug a water bottle after a long run. It wasn't water. The result wasn't pretty.
2. If there is any chance that you may have a hungover throw up session, do not go to class. I've seen too many people throw up on themselves, their desk, and their lab partner. Save yourself the embarrassment and remember to drink less next time.
3. Your undergrad major really doesn't have any effect on your life whatsoever. For some reason everyone's major is always the topic of conversation. Your future career either won't care about what your major was or will require you to continue your education.
4. Spend the extra two dollars for the better liquor is completely worth it. Your stomach will thank you later. Freshmen year I could drink vladamir vodka like a champion. Sophomore year, first day back, I puked on myself as I removed the shot glass from my face. Lessons learned.
5. If you enter a party with more than five people, everyone will immediately know that you are a freshmen. Take your stupid lanyard off of your neck. Everyone knows what college you go to (because they go there too) and you can keep your keys in your pocket or purse.
6. Find a friend to go to the gym with and MAKE each other go. The dreaded "freshmen 15" really does exist and most people will gain more weight than that. Running into your fellow high school classmates at your local grocery store will be the highlight of your Christmas break.
7. If you buy a single book at the bookstore, you're too dumb to be in college. I mean seriously. Get a book list early on and buy or rent your book from a website. Don't anticipate any cash pay out when selling your books back at the end of the semester. Your 18th Century World History book will somehow miraculously have a new addition printed between September and December; making your edition absolutely useless.
8. Take advantage of your first year of classes. They are a cake walk. When junior and senior years roll around, you'll kick yourself for getting a C in that jazz class or freshmen seminar. Ultimately, those freshmen classes count for the same number of credits as your biology class and advanced composition.
9. The cafeteria food will make you shit your pants for the first couple of weeks. Just go with the flow, your body will adapt. If there is a food store within walking distance, go there for fruits and vegetables regularly.
10. Smoking cigarettes doesn't make you look cool no matter how funny you think it is at the time. It will only ensure that no one will kiss you that night.
11. Popularity no longer exists. If you think you're in the popular crowd in college, go back to high school, you're lost.
12. There is always one person that feels the need to share their opinion about everything in class. If you look around and you can't figure out who that person is.... it's you. So, stop talking because no one else around you wants to hear you keep blabbing on and trying to make irrelevant connections. We call this person the Classhole.
I was only supposed to list ten but I couldn't stop writing. I hope everyone has a very productive week and I will speak with everyone soon.
Here's to heeding the aforementioned advice,
Xoxo
Monday, June 17, 2013
This One's for Dad
Happy Monday, everyone!
This post will be short and sweet.
I was blessed to spend another Father's Day with my dad yesterday, and I have never been more thankful for anything in my life. As some of you may know, my dad spent many years of his life in and out of hospitals and on and off of transplant waiting lists. This was in the past, of course. But, we must keep in mind that the past; both good and bad, have helped to shape us into the human beings that we are today.
Reflection is some of the best medicine for the human mind and spirit.
This photo of my father and I was taken in 2009. At this point, my father received his first liver transplant and his body rejected the organ. At the time of this photo, he was unable to be placed back on the transplant list due to the many health issues that plagued his life for years.
This photo is painful for me to look at. It reminds me of a very painful time for my father and everyone involved in his life.
However, this is an important element to remind myself and to show everyone just how far he has come.
After many years, and many medical miracles, my dad is the healthiest that he has been my entire life. Because of the struggles that he and our loved ones endured, we treat every single day on this earth as a gift.
Those few years were rough. Tragic. Heartbreaking. At times; hopeless.
But, they strengthened our bond as a family and they developed the way that I view the world.
To the right is a photo of dad and I cruising along the Allegheny River yesterday for our dad's day celebration. He's so perfect. He's so healthy.
The moral of the story is; celebrate every day. There is something to be thankful for, always. Sometimes, you just need to find it. In a world of competitions, evil, hate, deadlines and narcissism; break away and find comfort in simplicity. Often times, we overlook being thankful for the basics and take for granted the things that come to us so naturally: a bed to sleep in, clean water, the clothes on our backs, food to eat, a job, great health.
If you live in thanks, your entire world will be changed. Find the people that you are thankful for and tell them. They'd love to hear it.
I genuinely hope that everyone has a great week. Until next time,
Here's to celebrating every aspect of this beautiful life <3
Xoxo
This post will be short and sweet.
I was blessed to spend another Father's Day with my dad yesterday, and I have never been more thankful for anything in my life. As some of you may know, my dad spent many years of his life in and out of hospitals and on and off of transplant waiting lists. This was in the past, of course. But, we must keep in mind that the past; both good and bad, have helped to shape us into the human beings that we are today.
Reflection is some of the best medicine for the human mind and spirit.
This photo is painful for me to look at. It reminds me of a very painful time for my father and everyone involved in his life.
However, this is an important element to remind myself and to show everyone just how far he has come.
After many years, and many medical miracles, my dad is the healthiest that he has been my entire life. Because of the struggles that he and our loved ones endured, we treat every single day on this earth as a gift.
Those few years were rough. Tragic. Heartbreaking. At times; hopeless.
But, they strengthened our bond as a family and they developed the way that I view the world. To the right is a photo of dad and I cruising along the Allegheny River yesterday for our dad's day celebration. He's so perfect. He's so healthy.
The moral of the story is; celebrate every day. There is something to be thankful for, always. Sometimes, you just need to find it. In a world of competitions, evil, hate, deadlines and narcissism; break away and find comfort in simplicity. Often times, we overlook being thankful for the basics and take for granted the things that come to us so naturally: a bed to sleep in, clean water, the clothes on our backs, food to eat, a job, great health.
If you live in thanks, your entire world will be changed. Find the people that you are thankful for and tell them. They'd love to hear it.
I genuinely hope that everyone has a great week. Until next time,
Here's to celebrating every aspect of this beautiful life <3
Xoxo
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Suggestions for Loving Your Life and Career
Happy Monday morning! <3
Before I get to this week's blog topic, I would like to address a situation that Megan and I were unfortunate enough to witness last week while on our lunch break. The two of us decided to go to my favorite place on earth (Aladdin's) for lunch and while we were there we were inadvertently forced to listen to a woman at a table next to us talking very loudly and proudly about breastfeeding. I mean, that's great for her. It's great that she had a baby, she seemed to be very happy. I appreciate happiness. If you know me, you know that's true. But, perhaps she could have talked to her friends about the milking process at a time and place where other people around her weren't trying to indulge in a meal.
Before lunch, I knew nothing about breastfeeding. In fact, besides the time that I accidentally walked into my cousin's bedroom while she had a breast pump on each nipple, I've never revisited the logistics of the feeding process. Now, I am practically a breastfeeding connoisseur. I even know about the milk drying up process when you stop breastfeeding. From what I understand from Betty breast-feeder, the drying process much resembles how the ground hardens after many consecutive, hot summer days with no rain. Allegedly, it's painful.
The point is, be aware of your surroundings. I certainly did not want to hear about her breast milk and all that goes along with it, and I am certain; based on my observations, that the others in the restaurant felt the same as me.
Last week, we had a ton of excitement at work! PJ got promoted out of Robinson Hco to be a DM in Buffalo, NY. Allison from Monroeville AnF was promoted to Robinson Hco, and my wonderful assistant manager and very good friend Keela was promoted from our store to be the SM at Monroeville AnF. Each one of you are absolutely awesome and I am so happy for you guys and your recent accomplishments! I am thankful that I was able to be apart of your promotion days!
Last week, when I first discovered that Keela was getting promoted, it was definitely one of the top 5 best moments of my life. The happiness that I felt was absolutely amazing. I kept her promotion a secret for two days; setting a record for the longest period of time that I have ever kept a secret.
There is something to be said about the bond that is formed between a group of people working together to accomplish a common goal. There is something to be said about agreeing on expectations, setting goals, formulating plans, crushing the goals, setting higher expectations, and so on and so forth. I am eternally grateful for every person that works in my store and I am looking forward to witnessing, firsthand, the success of your careers.
For the past five months, I have worked with an absolutely amazing team. We work our butts off every single day. And because we do, we can celebrate moments like Keela's promotion and we understand that every positive being exhibited from our store has been made possible by teamwork, not by individual efforts. You guys are phenomenal, and I am so glad to have each of you as a member of my team, but most importantly, as my friends. Good luck to you, Keela, as you begin your new journey and next step in your successful career.
What makes a successful career and drives a happy life? Let's talk it out, I've got a few tips.
Do something nice for a stranger. You don't have to pay their mortgage, just hold a door open for them, smile, ask how their day is... anything. Simple positive conversations occur so seldomly that they often baffle the person that you are speaking to. Sad, but true. Take my word for it.
Make a personal goal to teach something to someone each day. In the workplace, this is an incredibly valuable expectation.
Talk to others as one human being to another human being; job titles and superiority set aside. When respect is given, respect is earned. So, ditch the condescending tone and idea that you know more than everyone around you. If you really do know more than everyone around you; reevaluate.
Smile. Life is so much better when you smile and when the people around you are happy as well.
Utilize failures as a learning experience. You cannot succeed without identifying where you went wrong when you fell short.
Acknowledge that your attitude directly impacts those around you. Positivity and negativity are both contagious. Your attitude is one of the very few elements of your life that you have full control over; choose wisely.
Stop thinking about yourself. This world doesn't revolve around you. Live by the notion that you were put on this earth to enrich the lives of others. Live this way for one day, and you will never go back to your old ways again.
Be thankful for each day. For every single task that you complete, be grateful. There are people out there that do not have the means or the skill to do the things that you continuously take for granted.
Find someone or something that inspires you and motivates you. Never let that go.
Step outside. If you don't see the potential that you have in this beautiful world, you aren't looking hard enough.
Until next week~
Here's to living in such a way that if someone spoke badly of you-- no one would believe it,
Xoxo
Before I get to this week's blog topic, I would like to address a situation that Megan and I were unfortunate enough to witness last week while on our lunch break. The two of us decided to go to my favorite place on earth (Aladdin's) for lunch and while we were there we were inadvertently forced to listen to a woman at a table next to us talking very loudly and proudly about breastfeeding. I mean, that's great for her. It's great that she had a baby, she seemed to be very happy. I appreciate happiness. If you know me, you know that's true. But, perhaps she could have talked to her friends about the milking process at a time and place where other people around her weren't trying to indulge in a meal.
Before lunch, I knew nothing about breastfeeding. In fact, besides the time that I accidentally walked into my cousin's bedroom while she had a breast pump on each nipple, I've never revisited the logistics of the feeding process. Now, I am practically a breastfeeding connoisseur. I even know about the milk drying up process when you stop breastfeeding. From what I understand from Betty breast-feeder, the drying process much resembles how the ground hardens after many consecutive, hot summer days with no rain. Allegedly, it's painful.
The point is, be aware of your surroundings. I certainly did not want to hear about her breast milk and all that goes along with it, and I am certain; based on my observations, that the others in the restaurant felt the same as me.
Last week, we had a ton of excitement at work! PJ got promoted out of Robinson Hco to be a DM in Buffalo, NY. Allison from Monroeville AnF was promoted to Robinson Hco, and my wonderful assistant manager and very good friend Keela was promoted from our store to be the SM at Monroeville AnF. Each one of you are absolutely awesome and I am so happy for you guys and your recent accomplishments! I am thankful that I was able to be apart of your promotion days!
Last week, when I first discovered that Keela was getting promoted, it was definitely one of the top 5 best moments of my life. The happiness that I felt was absolutely amazing. I kept her promotion a secret for two days; setting a record for the longest period of time that I have ever kept a secret.
There is something to be said about the bond that is formed between a group of people working together to accomplish a common goal. There is something to be said about agreeing on expectations, setting goals, formulating plans, crushing the goals, setting higher expectations, and so on and so forth. I am eternally grateful for every person that works in my store and I am looking forward to witnessing, firsthand, the success of your careers.
For the past five months, I have worked with an absolutely amazing team. We work our butts off every single day. And because we do, we can celebrate moments like Keela's promotion and we understand that every positive being exhibited from our store has been made possible by teamwork, not by individual efforts. You guys are phenomenal, and I am so glad to have each of you as a member of my team, but most importantly, as my friends. Good luck to you, Keela, as you begin your new journey and next step in your successful career. What makes a successful career and drives a happy life? Let's talk it out, I've got a few tips.
Do something nice for a stranger. You don't have to pay their mortgage, just hold a door open for them, smile, ask how their day is... anything. Simple positive conversations occur so seldomly that they often baffle the person that you are speaking to. Sad, but true. Take my word for it.
Make a personal goal to teach something to someone each day. In the workplace, this is an incredibly valuable expectation.
Talk to others as one human being to another human being; job titles and superiority set aside. When respect is given, respect is earned. So, ditch the condescending tone and idea that you know more than everyone around you. If you really do know more than everyone around you; reevaluate.
Smile. Life is so much better when you smile and when the people around you are happy as well.
Utilize failures as a learning experience. You cannot succeed without identifying where you went wrong when you fell short.
Acknowledge that your attitude directly impacts those around you. Positivity and negativity are both contagious. Your attitude is one of the very few elements of your life that you have full control over; choose wisely.
Stop thinking about yourself. This world doesn't revolve around you. Live by the notion that you were put on this earth to enrich the lives of others. Live this way for one day, and you will never go back to your old ways again.
Be thankful for each day. For every single task that you complete, be grateful. There are people out there that do not have the means or the skill to do the things that you continuously take for granted.
Find someone or something that inspires you and motivates you. Never let that go.
Step outside. If you don't see the potential that you have in this beautiful world, you aren't looking hard enough.
Until next week~
Here's to living in such a way that if someone spoke badly of you-- no one would believe it,
Xoxo
Monday, June 3, 2013
That Escalated Quickly
Good Monday morning to each one of you! May this be your most productive week yet!
Please accept my apology for my two week blog writing sabbatical. I promise to make it up to you by updating you on the hilarity that has been my life for the past 14 days. I have titled this blog post based on the following stories and how they began as ordinary occurrences but quickly escalated to strange situations.
Two weeks ago my friends and I went to the Hofbrauhaus with some of our new found Columbus friends. There were about 15-20 people in our group, half of which were eating dinner. Our waitress; Sophia, was a friendly and cute girl. I believe she may have been roughly 21-years-old. She was running around trying to keep up with our beer drinking and food ordering. It goes without saying that we were not the only table that Sophia had that evening.
At some point, we were approached by a man named Justin wearing a blue polo that readily identified himself as a manager. He told us that he would be helping Sophia out since she was a newer server and because it was a busy evening. Justin told us that he used to be a server before he became a manager and even made a joke about how "it has been a long time since he'd done this," when he clumsily juggled three Dunkels, accidentally spilling some of their contents onto the ground.
Besides his name, Justin seemed fine to me. Seemed. Past tense. At some point, he mentioned to our large party that he was "Sorry about Sophia" and that mentioned that she was overwhelmed. "She's doing a great job," I told him. "She's alright," he said, "she's a little weird but she's alright."
Way to go, Justin. You're officially a douche AND a terrible boss. How embarrassing for someone in a position of power to have something negative to say about one of his associates. I don't know what Justin meant when he called Sophia "weird." In fact, "weird" is a very relative term. Regardless, I am sure that whatever quality that Sophia has that Justin has deemed to be out of the ordinary does not prohibit her to carry beers to her tables at the Hofbrauhaus. If anyone knows Justin or Sophia, please send them the link to this blog.
I am thankful that I work in an environment where everyone understands that talking about others does not make you look any better, it only makes you look immature.
Speaking of work, on Friday, two 15-year-old boys entered my store roughly 30 minutes before it closed. These two kids are frequent flyers at my store and more importantly, they are frequent mess makers. They come in, destroy the store, and leave without ever purchasing an item. In fact, sometimes they do buy something, but before they leave, they come back up to the register to return the item. Talk about buyer's remorse. I digress. My team had done a great job maintaining the store on Friday and for the first time in months, I knew that I would be able to leave the store in a timely manner. That is, until these two showed up. After I watched them destroy one room, I let them know that I would walk around with them and that if they needed any item, I would get it out of the stack for them. They ignored me and I watched them destroy everything they touched, spray each other with fragrances that they hadn't purchased and bump into other customers while running around like idiots. Finally, I approached them and told them that they needed to leave. Seems fair, right?
Wrong.
This 15-year-old lost his mind on me. He called me a bitch and requested that I give him a customer service card. I handed him a card, and he asked what my name was. "Nicole," I said. Then, he grabbed a pen and as he wrote my name, he spelled it out loud, "N....I...C...H...."
"Actually, there is no H. It's N.I.C.O.L.E."
At this point, this little shit turns around and announces to everyone in line, "No one should shop here, Nicole is a bitch." He continued saying this to each person he passed on the way out. Initially, I thought it was funny but then I realized that I actually couldn't stand this kid. I legitimately hope he gets a cavity and that his parent's insurance plan doesn't cover Novocaine.
Finally, these two kids left the store and I called security. Unfortunately, these kids will have to buy their summer clothes at Target, because after their little tantrum, they aren't allowed in the mall anymore. Do they have the customer service card? Yes. Do they know how to use email or spell? More than likely they do not.
Sucks to suck.
Other things that escalated quickly:
Stood at my storefront last weekend and inadvertently caught a boy stealing a couple of polos. Talk about being in the right place at the right time.
Heidi and Juleah decided to start an online donation center for the March of Dimes the day before our charity walk and raised over 700 dollars in 24 hours.
My friends and I decided to go to the club last weekend and some drama instantly broke out resulting in a verbal altercation between some friends over absolutely nothing at all.
Last, but certainly not least, I met a genuine human being that has changed my perspective on my previous and long-standing belief that every man in the world (except for my dad) is out to make every girl's life a living hell. I am so thankful for your presence in my life. You have already enriched each day more than you know.
Now, time for work! I hope that everyone has a great Monday and I promise I will write next week!
Here's to exceeding all of life's expectations,
Xoxo
Please accept my apology for my two week blog writing sabbatical. I promise to make it up to you by updating you on the hilarity that has been my life for the past 14 days. I have titled this blog post based on the following stories and how they began as ordinary occurrences but quickly escalated to strange situations.
Two weeks ago my friends and I went to the Hofbrauhaus with some of our new found Columbus friends. There were about 15-20 people in our group, half of which were eating dinner. Our waitress; Sophia, was a friendly and cute girl. I believe she may have been roughly 21-years-old. She was running around trying to keep up with our beer drinking and food ordering. It goes without saying that we were not the only table that Sophia had that evening.
At some point, we were approached by a man named Justin wearing a blue polo that readily identified himself as a manager. He told us that he would be helping Sophia out since she was a newer server and because it was a busy evening. Justin told us that he used to be a server before he became a manager and even made a joke about how "it has been a long time since he'd done this," when he clumsily juggled three Dunkels, accidentally spilling some of their contents onto the ground.
Besides his name, Justin seemed fine to me. Seemed. Past tense. At some point, he mentioned to our large party that he was "Sorry about Sophia" and that mentioned that she was overwhelmed. "She's doing a great job," I told him. "She's alright," he said, "she's a little weird but she's alright."
Way to go, Justin. You're officially a douche AND a terrible boss. How embarrassing for someone in a position of power to have something negative to say about one of his associates. I don't know what Justin meant when he called Sophia "weird." In fact, "weird" is a very relative term. Regardless, I am sure that whatever quality that Sophia has that Justin has deemed to be out of the ordinary does not prohibit her to carry beers to her tables at the Hofbrauhaus. If anyone knows Justin or Sophia, please send them the link to this blog.
I am thankful that I work in an environment where everyone understands that talking about others does not make you look any better, it only makes you look immature.
Speaking of work, on Friday, two 15-year-old boys entered my store roughly 30 minutes before it closed. These two kids are frequent flyers at my store and more importantly, they are frequent mess makers. They come in, destroy the store, and leave without ever purchasing an item. In fact, sometimes they do buy something, but before they leave, they come back up to the register to return the item. Talk about buyer's remorse. I digress. My team had done a great job maintaining the store on Friday and for the first time in months, I knew that I would be able to leave the store in a timely manner. That is, until these two showed up. After I watched them destroy one room, I let them know that I would walk around with them and that if they needed any item, I would get it out of the stack for them. They ignored me and I watched them destroy everything they touched, spray each other with fragrances that they hadn't purchased and bump into other customers while running around like idiots. Finally, I approached them and told them that they needed to leave. Seems fair, right?
Wrong.
This 15-year-old lost his mind on me. He called me a bitch and requested that I give him a customer service card. I handed him a card, and he asked what my name was. "Nicole," I said. Then, he grabbed a pen and as he wrote my name, he spelled it out loud, "N....I...C...H...."
"Actually, there is no H. It's N.I.C.O.L.E."
At this point, this little shit turns around and announces to everyone in line, "No one should shop here, Nicole is a bitch." He continued saying this to each person he passed on the way out. Initially, I thought it was funny but then I realized that I actually couldn't stand this kid. I legitimately hope he gets a cavity and that his parent's insurance plan doesn't cover Novocaine.
Finally, these two kids left the store and I called security. Unfortunately, these kids will have to buy their summer clothes at Target, because after their little tantrum, they aren't allowed in the mall anymore. Do they have the customer service card? Yes. Do they know how to use email or spell? More than likely they do not.
Sucks to suck.
Other things that escalated quickly:
Stood at my storefront last weekend and inadvertently caught a boy stealing a couple of polos. Talk about being in the right place at the right time.
Heidi and Juleah decided to start an online donation center for the March of Dimes the day before our charity walk and raised over 700 dollars in 24 hours.
My friends and I decided to go to the club last weekend and some drama instantly broke out resulting in a verbal altercation between some friends over absolutely nothing at all.
Last, but certainly not least, I met a genuine human being that has changed my perspective on my previous and long-standing belief that every man in the world (except for my dad) is out to make every girl's life a living hell. I am so thankful for your presence in my life. You have already enriched each day more than you know.
Now, time for work! I hope that everyone has a great Monday and I promise I will write next week!
Here's to exceeding all of life's expectations,
Xoxo
Monday, May 13, 2013
The Ongoing Battle of Fat vs. Skinny
Happy Monday evening! First and foremost I would like to wish all of my AnF family good luck and success on this week's floorset. After day one, I could use a large glass of wine and a long slumber. However, the store is looking quite beautiful and I am eternally grateful for all of my coworkers and for their endless hard work.
Over the weekend, many of our friends went out to celebrate Keela's birthday. I won't get into the details of the evening, but what I can tell you is that a great time was had by all. I can't speak for how Keela felt on Sunday, but I would imagine that by now she has fully recovered. A stranger gave me a rose, so I can appreciate that. I also wore heels, so I spent my evening answering the question "how tall are you" and bending down to talk to my friends at the bar. I am thankful to have amazing friends like this to celebrate life with. You guys are awesome, and I cannot ever possibly tell you that enough.
Now, let's move onto the topic at hand. For those of you who know me, you know that I am quite skinny and also very tall. How, do you ask? I don't know. I have a tall dad and two skinny parents, perhaps I just got the lucky end of the gene pool. Perhaps my slender body shape originates from my obsession with working out or my love for vegetables. Maybe I remain thin because I work so much that I sometimes fail to eat anything but popcorn for days at a time. Whatever the reason may be, I am skinny. I don't love it, I don't despise it; it's simply who I am.
Here is what I have to say: Say something rude about an overweight person, you are automatically deemed a pompous asshole by everyone around you. Say something negative about a skinny person; however, no questions asked.
Agree or disagree, this is my blog and this is my opinion.
My anger for skinny haters stems from a snarky comment from one of the sale's associates at the Ross Park Teavana location. This individual is an all around negative Nancy. Since it is a man, we will refer to him as negative Nick, partially because he is a man and partially because the alliteration is catchy. Apparently, there is some sort of discount for mall employees at Teavana because every time I order my delicious cup of tea the man asks me, "do you work in the mall?" Each and every time that negative Nick has asked me this question and I happily answer "yes I do!" he consistently says, "I'm sorry to hear that."
Now, the first 62 times that negative Nick said this to me, I let it slide. All of you should take some time and picture me biting my tongue, digging my nails into my own arm and turning away from negative Nick in an effort to not stoop to his level and tell him about himself. We all know how much I like my job, and the fact that Nick said "sorry to hear that" like an idiot over and over again got under my skin with every passing cup of freshly brewed tea.
Last Friday was the last straw.
I went downstairs to scoop up Amanda; a new manager of Jesse's, and introduced her to Teavana. I am excited to have Amanda in our mall, and I want to make sure that she has a great experience working for us and enjoying the company of other managers.
Sure enough, there was negative Nick. After we ordered, the question came. When I happily said, "Yes, we work in the mall" he predictably commented, "I'm sorry to hear that."
"I'm getting really sick of hearing you say that every time I come in here," came out of my mouth like word vomit. Amanda's face immediately looked concerned.
I let negative Nick know that I always remember outwardly negative people and I remember having this same conversation with him previously on multiple occasions. He changed the subject to where in the mall we worked, and when we let him know he said, "They don't make clothes for real people."
"Weird," I said. "I'm alive and well and I'm wearing clothes from my store. Amanda, you look to be alive, where is your outfit from?"
Negative Nick tried to dig himself out of his verbal grave but I continued to debate with him for the next five minutes until our tea was finished brewing. I let him know that if he didn't like working at the mall, he should work on finding a job elsewhere. I told him that I knew plenty of people that loved their mall jobs and that I knew plenty more unemployed people that would kill for a job anywhere.
I already didn't like negative Nick, but the fact that he made a comment about mine and Amanda's body was offensive and uncalled for. Maybe Nick wasn't blessed with a good gene pool, maybe he's lazy, maybe he doesn't care for exercise, perhaps he doesn't care to purchase a gym membership or perhaps he likes greasy food more than I do. Whatever the reason, negative Nick isn't in great shape.
I don't dislike negative Nick because he weighs more than me. I dislike negative Nick because he has a terrible attitude and because he had the audacity to make a rude comment about mine and Amanda's body type.
When Dr. Martin Luther King rallied against racism, he said that someday people would be judged by the content of their character and not by the color of their skin. Why don't all of us take an oath to embrace (or judge) others based on their character?
If I was a bitch to negative Nick, if I yelled at him for no reason, hit his car and drove away, if I tossed my tea on his store's floor and then headed home; then, by all means, let Nick dislike me. Not because I am skinny.
If you are overweight, I do not give a shit. If you are underweight, that is your own business. If you are short, tall, black, white, brown, blonde, brunette, a redhead, young, old, have a fashion style that I don't agree with, if you have tattoos on your forehead or piercings in your face, I could not care less. In my mind, we are all human.
Isn't it a shame that Nick passed judgement on me before knowing about my love for humanity? Isn't it a shame that he made offensive comments in regards to the job that I love more than anything else on this earth? Isn't it a shame that negative Nick offended Amanda on her fifth day of work? Isn't it a shame that negative Nick probably does this to more people than just Amanda and I?
I hope that someone reading this blog right now knows who negative Nick is and marches their ass right to the Ross Park Teavana to let him know that his negativity is offensive and unwarranted. If he ever apologizes, I will accept his apology in my size 0 jeans and extra small shirt.
Once and for all, may we please be judged by the content of our character?
Here's to shining on through the negativity of the world,
Regardless of body type,
Xoxo
Sunday, May 5, 2013
2013 Pittsburgh Marathon
Happy Sunday evening!
This blog is one day early based on my sheer inability to contain my marathon excitement until Monday morning. Additionally, I am off tomorrow and I aspire to actually sleep in past 6a.m. but, if you know me, you know that this will be a challenge.
Today was the Pittsburgh Marathon and it was an absolutely amazing experience. This is my second year running the half marathon and I had a legitimate blast. I smiled for all 13.1 miles for the second year in a row. Running the marathon is an amazing experience; thousands and thousands of people line the streets to cheer on 27,000 complete strangers that have spent months of their lives training for the race. I was overwhelmed by the spirit of Pittsburgh for the entire 13 miles of running.
I spent the first eight or so miles running with Tim Booth, who was a fantastic running partner, but ran just a bit too fast for me after all of those miles. Tim and I pointed out funny posters to each other, kept track of our mile times and weaved in and out of countless people while trying to stick together.
At mile eight, I saw my seventh grade science teacher volunteering with the Center for Organ Recovery and Education (CORE). I was so happy to see a familiar face AND to see such a great organization that has made mine and my family's lives worth living. Mr Alexander, you are the best!
At mile 9.5, I grabbed a handful of gummy bears from a complete stranger and I swear to you it was the most delicious tasting candy that I have ever had.
At mile number 10.5 Amy and her family met me with a zip lock bag full of peeled and sliced oranges. I thoroughly enjoyed those oranges for the next half a mile or so. I am so thankful that Amy and her family were brought into my life and I cannot wait to see Nick play at his trumpet concert later on this week! I love you guys. Val, you were there in spirit and I love you for it! Pardon my appearance, I was mid-marathon here.
Around mile 11.5, I thought that my knee was dislocated but I finished the race anyways; and boy am I thankful for that. I spent an hour or so after the race in Charity Village with Zach and his family and as time progressed more and more of our friends came to meet us! Overall, the experience was amazing and I was grateful to see so many of my friends at the end of the race! I love all of you guys!
Last, but certainly not least, a special thanks to all of the volunteers that woke up early on their day off to hand out water, block off streets, hold up homemade signs, play in a band, set up generators, high-five runners, applaud endlessly and give all 27,000 of us a reason to continue on. Your support means more to us than you'll ever know.
After spending some time with my friends, my family and I left the city and went straight to Aladdin's to get hummus. Afterwards, I went to Starbucks to find some wonderful balloons that Connie left for me! For dinner, my family and I went to the winery.
If you know anything about me, you know that May 5, 2013 is officially the best day of my life. If you know anything about me, you know that tomorrow will be even better.
Here's to accomplishing goals,
over and over again,
Xoxo
This blog is one day early based on my sheer inability to contain my marathon excitement until Monday morning. Additionally, I am off tomorrow and I aspire to actually sleep in past 6a.m. but, if you know me, you know that this will be a challenge.
Today was the Pittsburgh Marathon and it was an absolutely amazing experience. This is my second year running the half marathon and I had a legitimate blast. I smiled for all 13.1 miles for the second year in a row. Running the marathon is an amazing experience; thousands and thousands of people line the streets to cheer on 27,000 complete strangers that have spent months of their lives training for the race. I was overwhelmed by the spirit of Pittsburgh for the entire 13 miles of running.I spent the first eight or so miles running with Tim Booth, who was a fantastic running partner, but ran just a bit too fast for me after all of those miles. Tim and I pointed out funny posters to each other, kept track of our mile times and weaved in and out of countless people while trying to stick together.
At mile eight, I saw my seventh grade science teacher volunteering with the Center for Organ Recovery and Education (CORE). I was so happy to see a familiar face AND to see such a great organization that has made mine and my family's lives worth living. Mr Alexander, you are the best! At mile 9.5, I grabbed a handful of gummy bears from a complete stranger and I swear to you it was the most delicious tasting candy that I have ever had.
At mile number 10.5 Amy and her family met me with a zip lock bag full of peeled and sliced oranges. I thoroughly enjoyed those oranges for the next half a mile or so. I am so thankful that Amy and her family were brought into my life and I cannot wait to see Nick play at his trumpet concert later on this week! I love you guys. Val, you were there in spirit and I love you for it! Pardon my appearance, I was mid-marathon here.
Around mile 11.5, I thought that my knee was dislocated but I finished the race anyways; and boy am I thankful for that. I spent an hour or so after the race in Charity Village with Zach and his family and as time progressed more and more of our friends came to meet us! Overall, the experience was amazing and I was grateful to see so many of my friends at the end of the race! I love all of you guys! Last, but certainly not least, a special thanks to all of the volunteers that woke up early on their day off to hand out water, block off streets, hold up homemade signs, play in a band, set up generators, high-five runners, applaud endlessly and give all 27,000 of us a reason to continue on. Your support means more to us than you'll ever know. After spending some time with my friends, my family and I left the city and went straight to Aladdin's to get hummus. Afterwards, I went to Starbucks to find some wonderful balloons that Connie left for me! For dinner, my family and I went to the winery. If you know anything about me, you know that May 5, 2013 is officially the best day of my life. If you know anything about me, you know that tomorrow will be even better.
Here's to accomplishing goals,
over and over again,
Xoxo
Monday, April 29, 2013
Becoming Aware of Your Surroundings
Good morning and happy Monday to each one of you.
First things first, the Pittsburgh marathon is in 6 short days and I am more excited for this than I have ever been in my entire life. I have managed to successfully train for this race without being hit by a vehicle, which is more than I can say for last year's performance. With that being said, I apologize in advance for anyone that has to deal with my perpetual happiness this week.
However, if you aren't happy every day, I highly suggest you do something to resolve that problem. I also suggest you do your best to avoid other people because, quite frankly, no one wants to be over-shadowed by your negative aura.
PS: Check out my finisher's photo from last year's marathon!
This week's blog post has been inspired by selfish individuals that have an overall disrespect to other members of the general public. In fact, the following people live day to day with absolutely no regard for the fact that they are not the only human being on the face of the earth.
We have all fallen victim to being in the same vicinity as these fools: the woman that leaves her cart in the middle of the cereal aisle and heads to the deli, the person that stops walking on the people mover at the airport and blocks all surrounding areas with their luggage, the person that looks at the Starbucks menu like they have never seen it before when you are on your way to work, the individual that drives ten miles under the speed limit in the fast lane and so on and so forth.
The following individuals have one-upped the aforementioned oblivious idiots. I have witnessed the following performances in the last week:
On Saturday afternoon, while my friends and I were trying to enjoy a delicious vegetarian lunch al fresco (outside), some oblivious Starbucks consumer exited the coffee shop, grabbed an empty chair roughly ten feet from us and lit up a cigarette. Up until we talked about him loud enough for him to hear, I ate mouth fulls of smoke thanks to his disgusting habit in correlation with brisk south west winds.
Now, had this man walked out of the coffee shop and took a quick glance around, here is what he would have seen: multiple people dining very close by, two professionals having a business meeting and a mother with her two children. But, he didn't look around. As far as he knew, he was the only person on McKnight Road. He was so worried about ingesting nicotine that he failed to see that his nasty habit was about to impact other people's well-being.
Additionally, a couple of weeks ago, I inhaled a face-full of cigarette smoke will running at the lake. As far as I am concerned, smoking on the running trail during marathon season should be punishable by a kick in the teeth.
Last week, as I am driving along minding my own business singing in my Jetta, the car to the left of me cut me off, nearly side swiping me, and then made a right turn. Yep, right turn from the left lane; standard operating procedure (no its not). When I honked my horn he threw his hands up in the air and then gave me the finger as if I was the douche.
Do you know what I do when I realize that I am about to pass the road that I need to turn onto? I continue on my way to the next light so that I can turn around safely in an effort to not jeopardize the safety of other drivers. We have all seen stories of 50 car pile ups on the news, and though I have not been involved, I can take a shot in the dark and guess that those accidents did not start from cautious drivers using their turn signals.
I could really go on for days but I am too excited to get to work this morning. Plus, I'm sure that all of you reading this are concocting a list of examples that you have witnessed in your head also, and I am not trying to ruin anyone's Monday.
The point is, everyone should use these examples of clueless citizens and make sure that you do not become these people. No matter what you may believe, you are not the only person on this planet and you have to act in a way that is conducive to the lives of others.
In fact, we should strive to not only act neutrally, but instead, in a way that can effectively better the lives of others. If everyone could temporarily step back from the things that they want at this very instant and look around for a second, we could start living our lives the correct way: for others.
Happy Monday, everyone. May your week be successful and productive.
Here's to observing our surroundings and adapting accordingly,
Xoxo
First things first, the Pittsburgh marathon is in 6 short days and I am more excited for this than I have ever been in my entire life. I have managed to successfully train for this race without being hit by a vehicle, which is more than I can say for last year's performance. With that being said, I apologize in advance for anyone that has to deal with my perpetual happiness this week. However, if you aren't happy every day, I highly suggest you do something to resolve that problem. I also suggest you do your best to avoid other people because, quite frankly, no one wants to be over-shadowed by your negative aura.
PS: Check out my finisher's photo from last year's marathon!
This week's blog post has been inspired by selfish individuals that have an overall disrespect to other members of the general public. In fact, the following people live day to day with absolutely no regard for the fact that they are not the only human being on the face of the earth.
We have all fallen victim to being in the same vicinity as these fools: the woman that leaves her cart in the middle of the cereal aisle and heads to the deli, the person that stops walking on the people mover at the airport and blocks all surrounding areas with their luggage, the person that looks at the Starbucks menu like they have never seen it before when you are on your way to work, the individual that drives ten miles under the speed limit in the fast lane and so on and so forth.
The following individuals have one-upped the aforementioned oblivious idiots. I have witnessed the following performances in the last week:
On Saturday afternoon, while my friends and I were trying to enjoy a delicious vegetarian lunch al fresco (outside), some oblivious Starbucks consumer exited the coffee shop, grabbed an empty chair roughly ten feet from us and lit up a cigarette. Up until we talked about him loud enough for him to hear, I ate mouth fulls of smoke thanks to his disgusting habit in correlation with brisk south west winds.
Now, had this man walked out of the coffee shop and took a quick glance around, here is what he would have seen: multiple people dining very close by, two professionals having a business meeting and a mother with her two children. But, he didn't look around. As far as he knew, he was the only person on McKnight Road. He was so worried about ingesting nicotine that he failed to see that his nasty habit was about to impact other people's well-being.
Additionally, a couple of weeks ago, I inhaled a face-full of cigarette smoke will running at the lake. As far as I am concerned, smoking on the running trail during marathon season should be punishable by a kick in the teeth.
Last week, as I am driving along minding my own business singing in my Jetta, the car to the left of me cut me off, nearly side swiping me, and then made a right turn. Yep, right turn from the left lane; standard operating procedure (no its not). When I honked my horn he threw his hands up in the air and then gave me the finger as if I was the douche.
Do you know what I do when I realize that I am about to pass the road that I need to turn onto? I continue on my way to the next light so that I can turn around safely in an effort to not jeopardize the safety of other drivers. We have all seen stories of 50 car pile ups on the news, and though I have not been involved, I can take a shot in the dark and guess that those accidents did not start from cautious drivers using their turn signals.
I could really go on for days but I am too excited to get to work this morning. Plus, I'm sure that all of you reading this are concocting a list of examples that you have witnessed in your head also, and I am not trying to ruin anyone's Monday.
The point is, everyone should use these examples of clueless citizens and make sure that you do not become these people. No matter what you may believe, you are not the only person on this planet and you have to act in a way that is conducive to the lives of others.
In fact, we should strive to not only act neutrally, but instead, in a way that can effectively better the lives of others. If everyone could temporarily step back from the things that they want at this very instant and look around for a second, we could start living our lives the correct way: for others.
Happy Monday, everyone. May your week be successful and productive.
Here's to observing our surroundings and adapting accordingly,
Xoxo
Monday, April 22, 2013
Beers, the Beach and Boston
Happy Monday! :)
I apologize that my blog did not get posted this morning, I had a minor setback after some friends and I went a little too hard in the paint at yesterday's Pirate game.
I did learn a few important lessons, however. Three years after college, I am still absolutely terrible at corn hole. Doing lunges in the parking lot will gain the attention of those surrounding you. Frank's mustache will get more attention than my lunges. Make friends during a tailgate all you want, but don't be surprised when they start smoking pot in the parking lot. When purchasing nine dollar beers, never mind, just don't do that. It is not acceptable to lay on the sidewalk during the middle of the day and work on your tan (while fully clothed). And finally, I still cannot eat Mexican food. As fun as it was to spend my Sunday evening on the bathroom floor, I think I'll stick to vegetables from here on out.
Even though my tummy couldn't handle Sunday's extravaganza, I adore my friends and had a blast up until the point where I died. You guys are perfect. Started from the bottom now we're.... here?
I also spent a few days of last week in Boca Raton, Florida with my friend Amy. We had a ton of fun and enjoyed every single second in the sun. So much so that I actually peeled off a layer of my forehead this morning. I sincerely hope that I will be able to move to Florida some day and spend my lunch breaks at the beach. I am so thankful for Amy and for the few days that I spent in paradise.
Though I try to disregard all of the terrible things that happen in the world, every now and then something awful happens that simply breaks my heart.
Last week's bombing of the Boston Marathon temporarily made me lose faith in humanity. It was absolutely heartbreaking to watch countless victims fight for their lives on a day that should be memorable for reasons on the opposite end of the spectrum. Running the marathon is such an amazing accomplishment that should be cherished by all participants. Instead, the spirit of the runners was over-shadowed by a United States tragedy brought about by those that lost touch of what mattered in the world.
With the Pittsburgh Marathon just two weeks away, my heart will be with those in Boston as I run the half on May 5th. We cannot let the evil in the world steal our special day, but we will not forget what happened to our fellow runners. We will run for Boston <3
Since I was out of town last week I really missed out on the opportunity to see customers naked in my store. However, since I have been back I was harassed in traffic so that gives me something to talk about.
Today, while sitting at a red light I heard someone yelling "hey" over and over again until finally I looked left to see a twenty-something wearing a bucket hat which lead me to believe that he was on his way to go fishing or simply forgot what year it was. When I looked over at him he said.. and this is not a joke.. "What's up, shorty?" To which I responded, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Once he repeated himself I said, "I guarantee I am taller than you." We argued back and forth about that for a couple of moments before I said, "So, have you ever actually successfully picked up a girl in traffic?" His response? "You're sweet."
And because God was looking out for him, our light turned green and we were not able to talk any longer.
Over the last few weeks I have watched countless girls cry over guys, only to realize that they are truly better off without them. Regardless of how great you thought something was, regardless of how it ends and regardless of what may happen in the future, just remember that what is done is done. Accept all things and move on. Whether it be a dumb man (or woman) or the evil in the world, we need to move on.
Here's to forgiving others,
Not because they deserve forgiveness,
But because we deserve peace,
Xoxo
I apologize that my blog did not get posted this morning, I had a minor setback after some friends and I went a little too hard in the paint at yesterday's Pirate game.
I did learn a few important lessons, however. Three years after college, I am still absolutely terrible at corn hole. Doing lunges in the parking lot will gain the attention of those surrounding you. Frank's mustache will get more attention than my lunges. Make friends during a tailgate all you want, but don't be surprised when they start smoking pot in the parking lot. When purchasing nine dollar beers, never mind, just don't do that. It is not acceptable to lay on the sidewalk during the middle of the day and work on your tan (while fully clothed). And finally, I still cannot eat Mexican food. As fun as it was to spend my Sunday evening on the bathroom floor, I think I'll stick to vegetables from here on out.
Even though my tummy couldn't handle Sunday's extravaganza, I adore my friends and had a blast up until the point where I died. You guys are perfect. Started from the bottom now we're.... here?
I also spent a few days of last week in Boca Raton, Florida with my friend Amy. We had a ton of fun and enjoyed every single second in the sun. So much so that I actually peeled off a layer of my forehead this morning. I sincerely hope that I will be able to move to Florida some day and spend my lunch breaks at the beach. I am so thankful for Amy and for the few days that I spent in paradise.
Though I try to disregard all of the terrible things that happen in the world, every now and then something awful happens that simply breaks my heart.
Last week's bombing of the Boston Marathon temporarily made me lose faith in humanity. It was absolutely heartbreaking to watch countless victims fight for their lives on a day that should be memorable for reasons on the opposite end of the spectrum. Running the marathon is such an amazing accomplishment that should be cherished by all participants. Instead, the spirit of the runners was over-shadowed by a United States tragedy brought about by those that lost touch of what mattered in the world.
With the Pittsburgh Marathon just two weeks away, my heart will be with those in Boston as I run the half on May 5th. We cannot let the evil in the world steal our special day, but we will not forget what happened to our fellow runners. We will run for Boston <3
Since I was out of town last week I really missed out on the opportunity to see customers naked in my store. However, since I have been back I was harassed in traffic so that gives me something to talk about.
Today, while sitting at a red light I heard someone yelling "hey" over and over again until finally I looked left to see a twenty-something wearing a bucket hat which lead me to believe that he was on his way to go fishing or simply forgot what year it was. When I looked over at him he said.. and this is not a joke.. "What's up, shorty?" To which I responded, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Once he repeated himself I said, "I guarantee I am taller than you." We argued back and forth about that for a couple of moments before I said, "So, have you ever actually successfully picked up a girl in traffic?" His response? "You're sweet."
And because God was looking out for him, our light turned green and we were not able to talk any longer.
Over the last few weeks I have watched countless girls cry over guys, only to realize that they are truly better off without them. Regardless of how great you thought something was, regardless of how it ends and regardless of what may happen in the future, just remember that what is done is done. Accept all things and move on. Whether it be a dumb man (or woman) or the evil in the world, we need to move on.
Here's to forgiving others,
Not because they deserve forgiveness,
But because we deserve peace,
Xoxo
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