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In kindergarden, phonics was my favorite game to play on the outdated computers.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
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
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
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