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Venting...

Sometimes I feel like I just can't catch a break. When it's not work stressing me out, it's life. I can't just have everything be harmonious at the same time.

I recently started a new job, before I did so, I was content in knowing that finally my professional life will match up to my personal life, where things would just be good overall. Boy was I wrong. Now, my work life is going good (so far) and my personal life has gone to shit. I just can't have it both ways, I guess. Part of me wishes I was still at the shitty job, then maybe things at home would be better.

Marriage is work. Not sure if it's just mine, but it sure feels like it. It's far from easy. And like any job, sometimes I want to quit, just grab all my stuff and walk out. It sounds horrible, but it's true.

My parents like to pressure my sister or make her feel bad about the fact that she's not married. Why? I don't get why parents want that kind of stress/pressure on their children. It…

First Day!

I still have to finish the story of how I left my old job. There's fighting, trips to the ER, expensive lunches, really exciting stuff, but it also takes me to a dark place, and that's something I don't need right now, so today I will focus on something good: my first day at the new job.

I started Sept. 8th, at 8:15am. Because this is a new drive, I counted on Siri to do it, and well, that didn't work out so well. I cut it real close and arrived at 8:11am. I rushed in and met with a different HR lady that wasn't the same one I had worked with during the interview process. She took me to the cafeteria to start my new hire paperwork. New hire paperwork on the first day? That was unheard of at my last job. In fact, one time I had a new hire knock on my door on payday, asking me where their check was, when I had no clue who they were. So anyway, I complete my paperwork with the HR lady, during the course of our conversation, she mentions that the other HR lady left, whi…

NPD Chronicles: A Light at the End of the Tunnel (Pt. 1)

I'm not sure if this will be my last NPD:Chronicles post, I mean, there's still plenty of old work stories to share, but as I mentioned in my last post, I'm free. I'm no longer working in that unhealthy environment, and so I'm not yet sure how much I'm going to want to revisit it, if that makes any sense. But I will at least tell the story of my escape, as that's a good accomplishment of mine.

It all started July 29th. My phone rings, I don't recognize the number, I let it go to voicemail. I listen to the message, it's from a job I applied to July 7th, shortly after my return from Mexico. She wants to schedule an interview. I immediately call her back and leave a message. Then I hear nothing from her all day. Or the next day. Towards the end of the day of the 30th, I call back, leave another message and then an hour later, call back again. (I'm persistent, I know). Finally, she answers, says she wants to ask me a few questions, and so I answer, …