That Feeling

Recently I purchased my first car that is completely in my own name and mine all mine! It's the perfect up-and-coming career girl car that makes me look like such a grown up. The problem is, I still don't feel any different. I've been out of college now for two years. I've been through relationships. I've had great losses and great joys in my life. When the hell am I going to start to feel like a grown-up?

Not that I really want to BE a grown-up. I just want to feel like I've accomplished something.

So I should get off my ass and actually do something that is worth talking about instead of wasting my time talking about it. Now I guess my plan here is to go back to school. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal but I've been worried about going back since I have been out of the school lifestyle for two years now. But I never really tried in college so now it serves me right that I need to work hard, going to school and work, to make something better out of my life.

Tomorrow my plan is to call the advising office to figure out what I have to do now to start this fall. I figure if I give myself the chance to save money for a while and learn to stay in at night instead of spending two, or three, or four nights at the bar hoping that McDirty will be interested in spending time with me that night.

Also if I start school in the fall that will give me a reason to stay at this god forsaken job that I've been suffering at for far too long already. The only bonus is that we do have tuition reimbursement and that would be extremely helpful in figuring out how to pay to go back to school.

The biggest problem is just forcing myself to grow up and move on in life so that I can solve these things that I bitch about. I have virtually no motivation to get started with this, except for feeling my blood pressure rise as I drive to work everyday and the fact that I use the F word within half an hour of getting to work each day. I'm just such a mellow person in the grand scheme of life that once I get home and fall into my bed I convince myself that things will be better the next day. No matter how many times I am screwed by the management of this place I still come back for more. In the beginning I asked for it because of JerkFace. He is the root of many of my evils. But since "the Incident" I feel I have been wrongly attacked many times for things that have to relation to how I perform at my job. The personality conflicts are so large it's hard to explain them without sounding like I'm just complaining. It's all true.

That is why I have vowed to never accept a job in this company again. Which is going to prove more and more difficult as they take over the Pittsburgh area..... (and soon the world, I fear). I've purposely left the name out of this blog but if you are familiar with the area it should be easy to figure out. Still I will stick to my promise that I will never again wear a badge with their logo after I finally leave this tiny office behind.


http://www.theburghblog.com
Apparently (my hero) PittGirl has had a run in with them too.

Blake... My Alaskan Husband

One of my biggest dreams is to live in Alaska for a while at some point in my life. And now thanks to the Discovery Channel I get to watch my second favorite show, Deadliest Catch. I'm truly addicted to that show, just like Grey's Anatomy but I am convinced that if I move to Alaska, Dutch Harbor to be exact, that I will get to marry my Alaskan husband Blake.

But I'm kind of sad now because Blake and his boat, the Maverick, are not on this season of Deadliest Catch. I have a strange attraction to men who work hard, swear a lot and are dirty when their work is done, which describes all the men on that show.

Blake just has the cute boy next door look to him and still he's out there risking his life in the "deadliest profession on Earth." They had Mother's Day and Memorial Day marathons of the show recently and I actually got to see episodes that I never saw before. One of my new favorite episodes is one from the first season when Blake was still a deckhand and his captains wife was talking about taking care of the men while they were at sea. And the cutest part was when the guys were getting ready to sleep for a while and Blake said all he wanted to do was spoon for a while before they got back to work.

But all I'm going to say now is that if you see ^ that man anywhere, let him know that I'm on my way and we'll get to have our Alaskan romance soon. Too bad I never caught that phone number on your jacket!!!

McRockstar

I've decided to write bios on the men I've dated in my life just so you know the background of the men I talk (yell) about on a daily basis. I feel the need to start with McRockstar for some unknown reason. So we'll go with that one.



The first thing I need to do is admit that I knew from the moment I met this man that he was nothing but trouble and I would end up hurt in one way or another if I got involved with him. I could have saved myself the drama but there is such a crazy attraction between the two of us that I couldn't help myself but get involved with him.



He's the typical flirt who would probably flirt with a 90 year old woman for absolutely no reason but it would still make that woman feel super special because she had his attention. In a way he reminds me of Captain Jack from the Pirates of the Caribbean in that he will tell you exactly how he's going to screw you over but for some reason you don't believe him and then he goes and proves that he is that big of a bastard. LOL But people love McRockstar and people love Captain Jack.



This man has no problem being completely honest with you which I love but I'm so used to men lying that I didn't even believe him when he was telling me the truth, that there was absolutely no future between us. So I did the girl thing and got attached which is just leading to drunken text messages and angry conversations for a couple days, then one of us gets over it and we're civil to each other again.



A woman with more will power than me would ignore him and move on, completely forgetting the strength of the attraction and the friendship that is there. However, I can't forget the good side of this man, which makes our friendship continue and a little tiny part of me still wants to be with him. The man is extremely intelligent and very skilled in his profession. He's kind of a RockStar. He is one of the few men that I can actually have one conversation after another with and learn something from him each time we talk.

She's My Person

I feel it is only right to have a post dedicated to my best friend... my wife... (to steal one of many quotes from Grey's)... my person. She is my rock and the one person in my life that I know will always be there for me at any moment I need her. If it's beginning to sound like we're lesbians that's OK.... we're well aware of that. And we've both admitted that if one of us were equipped with man parts we'd already be married. But I feel the need to dispel all rumors and say blatantly: We are not lesbians.

This is completely a dedication to her, the woman who used three different cell phones one night when I couldn't stop crying. She was far away and I needed to talk so she proceeded to talk to me until her cell phone and two of her friend's cell phones batteries died and until she was convinced I wasn't going to die from dehydration.

It's what true friendship is all about.

We're the type of friends who can go for months without seeing each other and when we finally get together we still understand when one of us gets a phone call from a boy and runs out to see him. We're OK with that. Whoever is left sitting at the bar alone will finish her drink/drinks and think about how lucky she is to be friends with such an amazing person. And then wait for the texting to begin after the date is over.

In all honesty, she should be here writing with me because so many of our stories and life experiences are the same. We've realized that basically my life is about six months ahead of hers. Each time I call her upset over one thing or another, she moans. Not because she is upset for me or with me, but because she knows that whatever my new adventure is, the same thing is waiting right around the bend for her.

The more I think about it, she's going to be a part of almost every post so let's make up a nickname for her. I want to preserve a sense of anonymity with this blog and be mysterious like PittGirl. (Not that I am anywhere on her level at this time.....but maybe almost there). As I thought about a name for her it came to me..... She's Meredith and I'm Christina. There are parts of both of us that remind me of all the characters on Grey's but we're going to go with Meredith.

So now that you've been introduced to my person, Meredith, I want you to be assured that most of our notable friendship is not sad or drama-filled. But for Grey's fans that particular scene is very emotional and shows how close the two characters are to each other and I want to thank Meredith for being my person.

You say Copy Cat..... I say inspiration.

So here's the deal. I've been reading PittGirl for a while and am completely inspired by her writing. She has combined several of my favorite things into her blog..... Sports.... Pittsburgh.... Occasional drinks.... Pointing out the stupidity of people...and I think when my blog career grows up it would want to be like her. Maybe we can even make up a new drinking game that has something to do with the Pirates losing.... wait, that would lead to alcoholism ( Just kidding!! Love you Buccos!!!) We could be great friends.

Basically what I'm saying here is I hope to write this blog about the things that happen in my life in an attempt to keep my sanity as a young professional who is trying (desperately) to start a career. And date. And figure out who I am in this world. So I hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think about my posts.

For some background on me I am
- a Sports fan..... ranking: Baseball, Football, Hockey
- ridiculously addicted to Grey's Anatomy
- completely under stimulated in my job
- most likely to spend my paycheck on shoes/purses/drinks
- a Pittsburgh girl
- looking for Mr. Right and the perfect job....
if you know where I can find either of those, let me know!
- a dog person. Not exclusively but they're my favorite
- sad I never watched Sex in the City ....
they seem very much like my friends and I but with more expensive shoes
- Ms. Almost

Nice to meet you.
Now, order me a Long Island Iced Tea and let's get started!