The Best Laid Plans of Trish and Monday.


Yesterday started with good intentions. After a long, arduous weekend filled with work, I walked into Monday look for a break.

Not so much.

Punctuated with surprises throughout the day, some pleasant and some not so pleasant (both work and personally) I was ready to take out my frustration in spin class.

Again, not so much.

I couldn’t get anywhere within a two-mile radius of my class due to event parking. And yes, I DID consider walking to my exercise class, those looking for irony here, but that would have made me 20 minutes late. A sin not to be trifled with in a class run by a trainer with a military background. Not. Happening.

Deciding not to be defeated, I headed home with visions of workout videos and Wii dance in my head. I was determined to undo the morning’s breakfast sandwich snafu.

Again not so much.

I drove home, 40 minutes through traffic, only to realize my husband has the house keys. That’s a longer story, so we’ll just cue the Napoleon Dynamite sigh. Also, said husband isn’t due home for another four hours. Sighing interjected with a few eff bombs.

What now? Why, I finally admit defeat. Monday has claimed its prize. So, I venture to El Molinito, determined to turn my frown upside down with a margarita and enough carne asada to provide me with temporary amnesia. And it’s at this point I realize, all in all, not a bad day.

p.s. The waiter keeps calling me baby. I beg Tuesday to bring me good tidings.




Guess who attended a fair last week?! If you guessed me and 13,000 other people, you’re spot on. (OK, OK…a month ago. I forgot to post this draft)

This time I was eager to attend a fair because it didn’t involve jobs, online applications, and quasi-high school reunions. Heck, I even have a stuffed red dolphin to show for it!

The best part of it all? The food. I really don’t mind risking e coli contamination for just a sampling of the hot dogs and funnel cake. However, the ferris wheel? Freaked me right out.

You wouldn’t think the most docile of all the rides would be the one sending me into a spiral of panic. Two minutes into my ride of terror I was planning my escape and assessing potential leg fractures from the jump. Some call this pathetic, I call this resourceful.

I only realized what a sissy I was being when I caught sight of the maniacal ride next to me. People were flung around, tossed upside down, pummeled sideways and paying $4 to do so. That’s a ride I really wouldn’t like. So I did what any normal person in a time of uncertainty would do: I thought of those worse off than me. At the very least, my ride didn’t make Iron Maidens look like a fun alternative.

Only broken femurs.



I hope it stops soon.

I don’t know how much longer I can handle shake-ups. Good people with years of service, loyalty and experience are being let go. So far numerous family members, associates and friends have all been affected.

Although I have no doubt they’ll make it through the s**t parade (which it seems someone has set fire to) I’m having a difficult time being a bystander knowing their struggle yet unable to help.

So, I think it’s time to dust off the brown ribbons. I’m resurrecting the F.E.C.E.S Club.

I’m Boring.


It’s very hard to blog about events if there aren’t any points of conflict in my life. Of course, I’m not asking for any either. I’m also guessing you probably don’t want to read about my electric bill mishap, my dog’s refusal to have her teeth brushed or the fancy new nail polish I bought (Tiffany Blue!). So, for the time being, I’ll stick with the work theme.

I miss my pajamas.
I completely loathed staying at home all day, but I do miss wearing tattered pajamas for long stretches of time. Never again will I underestimate the appeal and comfort of an elastic waistband. Flannel: You will not be forgotten and forever hold a special place in my heart. However, this site (click here) gives me hope of a brighter tomorrow.

Other things I miss? Forgetting what time the sun rises. Eating lunch at 10:30 a.m., 2 p.m. and 4 p.m… the same day. Not driving in rush hour. And of course, my best friend, the snooze button.

However, I don’t miss the boredom, lack of paycheck, limited social interaction and the overall feeling of being a complete sloth. In fact, I’m still cleaning the moss off my back.

I’m getting back into the swing of things though, and am very happy. So far I really enjoy my new job and co-workers (and am quickly becoming acquainted with the vending machine).

Onward and upward!

I didn’t shoot my eye out.


It has been difficult to stay positive during this whole process of job hunting. The news is bleak all over. Some are hiring, most are not. Of those that are, one is expected to assume a role that encompasses the duties of multiple positions. Make lattes and do payroll? Devise strategic marketing plans and clip your toenails? Balance the budgets and re-plumb the entire building? All this splendor for $15k a year?!

Where do I sign?

On top of that, competition is stiff. I’ve read stories of high-level professionals taking a 50% pay cut in order to get by. Of course, something is better than nothing, but with so many overqualified applicants vying for the same position, I hardly stand a chance.

However, my luck changed as of last Tuesday. That’s right! You’re reading the meaningless blog of someone who is now employed (technically as of February 23rd). How was I able to snare one of these evasive jobs and avoid having to navigate the dreaded unemployment benefits system? **I also wrote a blog about THAT little gem which I have yet to post**

It wasn’t the temp agency. It wasn’t It wasn’t Craigslist (ahem, Mr. Scammer, you have been reported and justice will be mine assuming Craig, himself, hasn’t been laid off). It wasn’t even a friend of a friend of a friend. My new employer happens to be my former agency’s client.

Alas, the toil and trouble of perusing the help wanted sections, creating dazzling cover letters, and spending hours on applications turned up completely fruitless. I’m in no way complaining though. I was able to land a job which still fulfills my chosen career path, plus I’m familiar with the company’s inner workings.

I was excited, however, at the possibility of partaking in my very own Ralphie dream sequence moment straight from “A Christmas Story”. Some hapless employer would stumble across my resume after hours of a grueling and exhaustive selection process. It would be the perfect moment to prove myself a shining beacon of light to illuminate the weary HR department. “Poetry! Sheer Poetry, Trish! A + + + + +…”

Also, had I known I would muddle through so many dead ends during my search, I could have spent more time coming up with a better list of “25 Random Facts” for my Facebook page. Not that I would have, mind you, but I could have. Come to think of it, even if I had all the time in the world on my side, I probably still couldn’t come up with 25 facts to entertain you with.

So now I have a new chapter to embark upon and I have to admit, I’m pretty stoked. Not only do I have something to keep me busy during the day, but I’ll have the ability to pay my electric bill as well (by the way, it’s friggin’ cold in the house!). This bodes well for you too. Now that I’m working, there will no doubt be less Twitter updates about cheesy tots. Sorry ’bout those….

Most importantly, throughout this entire process, I’ve received unconditional support from my family, friends, and loved ones…but I didn’t receive any jobs. So get out there and network!!

Random fact #1: I am left handed.

Bet I Can Throw This Wrench Over Them Mountains…..


OK, I love Craigslist. I’ve sold and purchased many items on there. In fact, the “Best Of” section has provided endless hours of entertainment. And after hearing countless tales from those who have found a job through this site, I’ve been making it a daily ritual to check it.

However, I’ve come to the conclusion that I know several liars.

Craigslist has proven itself worthless in my job search. No, I don’t want to work from home (alright I do, but not selling knives!) and no you can’t have my most recent head-shot (hell, I don’t even have one). How do these fall in the Marketing category again? That’s right, they don’t. Unless I’m selling knives in a bikini using my web cam, this is beginning to look like a dead end.

I’m starting to wonder why I even bothered earning a degree which has such crappy ROI. All I really need in this world is a fantastic set of cans and the ability to be persuasive (let’s face it, the cans will do most of the work there too).

Why did it take me so long to realize this epiphany? Probably because I was stuck in Natural Sciences 102 for a semester figuring out how hard I would have to throw a wrench to propel myself back towards the space shuttle. So until we terraform Mars, I’m stuck perusing Craigslist for some faint glimmer of hope.

Oooh! Maybe someone is selling Hope Glimmer!

The Waiting Game.


This is the worst part of it all. I’ve applied everywhere I could, followed up with the necessary people, and even interviewed. Now I wait. And wait. And wait.

In the meantime, Ive been trying to fine-tune and polish my Adobe CS skills. Yet, I’ve really only managed to polish off pints of ice cream and half a bag of tator tots. Not that I’m complaining, but my pants might.

I’ve also been trying really hard to stay motivated (says the girl sitting in her pajamas at 1 pm) and to keep lists of everything I’ve done and everything that still needs to be done. This seems to help me stay one step ahead of the game, and in actuality helps me keep my sanity.

I still have my moments of ups and downs, but for the most part it hasn’t been too awful. Sure it’s stressful, sure it’s depressing, and sure it can seem dire. But so what? Whenever I’ve cursed the Gods above for dealing me cards I didn’t ask for, in the end, things typically turned out for the better. You can still get four of a kind with only twos, right?

So to quote one of my favorite cartoon strips, “Red Meat”: When life hands you poop, make poop juice.