LifeBUILDERS

I felt bare without my phone today.

 

Tonight I gave a lecture to at-risk teen girls on entering the workforce. Each girl has been through some sort of social trauma. Actually, I guess "social" might be trivializing their experiences.  Mostly gang or family-related. A few had their infants with them. And they were SUPER young.  Some were staying at the center temporarily. We continued to talk long after my hour was up (to the dismay of the staff members, who were anxious to go home, having been there all day).

Not sure if I can post most of the photos sent over because some of the girls are using the center as a sort of safe harbor. 

 

The Q&A portion is always the fun part.  I can talk all day with Ppt slides and purty images, but only during the Q&A will you learn exactly what the attendees are interested in. And they always ask really great questions.

This particular group of young ladies was mostly interested in what to wear to job interviews.

Clothes? The topic is clothes?  Sweet.

I pulled up some old "do's/don'ts" wardrobe slides and we pretended we were the employer, and discussed what we would think of a person who showed up to an interview in each manner.

I'm working with the director on a field trip to Macy's by Appointment.  Guys will have no idea what that means, but my female visitors will know that MBA is a complimentary service that Macy's offers. The personal shopper will help you pick out several outfits to try on based on your style and body type.

I have a couple of calls in to some transportation companies for shuttle bus prices.  I'm talking with a few empowerment foundations on helping me fund the wardrobes. We could also eat something while we're there.

Pardon the typo's and soigné.

Of course, all this planning (and one venti Starbuck's white mocha) sent my brain into spreadsheet mode, and I lost my mind in the details.  I think "soup kitchen" wins.

 

A deep bow in appreciation to Larry and his incredible team of staff and volunteers for welcoming me with open arms and graciously making me feel like part of the family.

Previous resolutions.

On Building an Effective Resume.  

 

 

 

CEO in da house

Omg. The CEO of the company just came by my office and stood right here so I could show him how to do something in Excel. 

Omg. 

No Cell for Me

I left my cell phone at home, and I have a lecture tonight.

DAMMIT!

Super-ego

Huge effort to stop deleting random rant posts.

Cover Hog

 

 

 

 

The Counselor

It is indeed a pretty bad movie when the most interesting parts are Cameron Diaz's clothes. It was soooo sloow. The first hour was the script trying to make me like the characters. It didn't work. Hey Cameron Diaz got a boob job!! It looks good, yo. Her dresses. I would die to wear those.

Just the first chore on the list for the night. I'm sitting in the back seat with my girlies singing Kesha stuff.  Wait. Now it's Will.I.Am. I'm singing it opera style, of course. Across the border to Caesars for dinner and a few games of poker. We're staying over for the night. So no drinking for me. Maybe a little. Or I'll snore and I'm sleeping with two girls. Well five, but I called first dibs on the bed. 

Omg. I'm too old for this shit. 

Most ridiculous post ever. I wonder if I'll ever write a post that saves the world. 

 95.5 is mixing the best jams!! But what's with this random rap crap they keep throwing in. Stop it!  And I just banged my head on the window. Ow. 

Ok special announcement. Twerking is officially banned from being performed in automobiles. Especially if I'm in the aforementioned automobile and you're rubbing your booty cooties all on my face. It's banned. Period. No more Twerking in cars. 

Twinkies in cars. I'm a huge proponent. 

I should explain that I drank a venti white chocolate mocha during the movie. 

Ack. I smell a skunk. 

Walk of Shame

 

There are a lot of girls in IHOP right now doing the Walk of Shame. Guys may not be familiar with that term, but that's what we call it when you hook up with a guy at a club the night  before, and then you're embarrassed the morning after when you leave his place in the same club clothes, all disheveled and stuff. Cause everyone knows what you did.

Ameteurs. 

Any skank worth her weight in chocolate will tell you to dress in layers when you're expecting to get busy with a random guy. And bring a ponytail holder. And don't wear all black. Dead giveaway the next morning in a sunny eatery full of way too chipper morning people in khakis and Hawaiian shirts. 

 

They should've asked me.

 

Talking to the man sitting next to me about my Trek phone case. I can't seem to find the eBay link for it. The wifi sucks, also. But my pancakes are THEE bomb. 

 

Woman's perogatove

Changed my mind. Walked about 3 miles down.

 

 

Anticipatory Service

Getting my car serviced. Getting hungry. I think it's rude that there's no Starbucks nearby to walk to. Gonna walk over to McDonalds and pretend its Starbucks.

 

Chaste

So a guy goes in to a gay bar to use the men's room. A few minutes later, he comes running out of the bar with a roll of toilet paper hanging from the back of his pants. A cop stops him and goes, "Hey. There's a roll of toilet paper dangling from your pants."  The guy looks back at his butt and pulls the roll from his pants and goes, "Oh thank goodness. I thought I was being chaste by a bear."

Yoga for Shoes (i.e., "Yet another monotonous blog post about girl stuff.")

Another huge earthquake on the eastern edge of Japan today (tomorrow?). My grandparents' home was right in the center of that (Fukushima), but it was an old style home built in the early 1900's, and it was wiped away with the tsunami. Which is when my grandmother came to live here.

 

I really wanted to help improve her quality of life. I wanted her to be happy.

 

I'm getting sad.  Back on track, I really wish my family would keep me in the loop more.  Thank you, Chris, for having a strange obsession with all things Japanese and letting me know about the quake.

In the mood for some Left 4 Dead 2.

Stretching the shoes, day two. Nothing sexier than some chick in a track suit and platform shoes. Hopefully, they'll be ready to wear to the casino with the ladies tomorrow. 

 

 

 

 

Lunch Room

Aww. The new boss is sitting by himself. Like the new kid in high school. Should I go sit with him?

#geeksvsjocks

Creepy Guy

He's so creepy!

Get your Candy Fix Quicker

Woot. CVS has express checkouts now. 

About kiking it.

So I spaz out about being distracted while driving, then invite the whole world to hit me up. 

Which is completely contradictory. 

What I should've added is that, while driving, my phone will be on vibrate, also. 

Feel free to Kik Me

I'm on Kik now.  This is an open invitation, so if you're reading this, you're welcome to Kik me.  Unless I'm asleep, at work, or there's some other reason my phone is on vibrate, I'll respond in kind.

So feel free to message me with gossip or blog suggestions or random rants about boys, blondes or Star Wars. 

Kik ID: JustMimiA

#gchathatesme

Can I buy a vowel?

 

 

 

...Our new boss is SOO loud.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Frazzled

It was both of our faults. I was turning right at a crowded intersection. I had already looked her way for pedestrians, then concentrated on merging into traffic. She walked along the right side the car (and I couldn't see her) then walked around the front. She should've walked behind my car. I was already way over the crosswalk and half-turned.

But then it was dark. A really dark storm cloud.  I had just realized that one of my headlights were out and my steering was all weird like I had a flat tire.  And my phone kept blinging with text messages. Unimportant ones. A coworker complaining about our new boss. People dishing all the details about last night's episode of TWD (which I haven't seen yet). My sister and her long string of private Facebook messages. I didn't check them...I didn't have the audacity to them....but they just kept blinging in...and I admit to allowing my mind to wander and wonder what the blings could be.  

So I let the brake pedal go and idled into traffic.  I heard a thump and a curse, and turned to see a pretty younger woman bent over my hood, banging it with her fists, arguing at me.

I am SO so careful.  I taught my sister to drive, and my number one lesson to her was to always assume that the other drivers are crazed lunatics. You have to always be on your guard.  I've never had an accident in my life.

I was so stunned. I lowered my window as she walked away yelling at me. I think she thought I was going to yell back.  Instead, I asked her if she was alright, and then apologized like 100 times. Whatever she saw in my behavior calmed her down, and she started repeating, "It's okay. I'm alright." 

After some serious begging, she agreed to let me give her a lift, probably only because the weather was looking more and more grim. But at least it gave me an additional opportunity to repay her for my horrible transgression. 

I apologized again and waited to see if she wanted to talk or suffer the ride quietly.  She decided to talk, and I'm so thankful. I learned she has a 3 year old daughter, she works in a salon in Ferndale, and she's saving up to buy a car. I invited her to a volunteer gig I'm working on Halloween at a skating rink in Detroit. I gave her my number and said goodbye to Karima. 

Karima.  That's "karma" with an "I".

Taking 8 Mile home. My hands are shaking.

Stupid hormones

 

 

Okay so I'm sitting on the couch eating Froot Loops and trying to break in my new shoes and watching The Voice reruns on E! right now.  Why am I crying after each audition? lol I'm not sad or anything.

 

Stupid girl stuff.

How come guys don't go through this stuff? It's not fair. Men are responsible for all kinds of mayhem. Like world wars and heartache and boob implants. 

PS: This chick can sing her ass off. I would totally buy a ticket to her concert right now.

Oh, great, I can't watch it without crying again.

Birthday Shoes :)

My neighbor is the nicest lady. She use to care for my Obaa during the day while I worked. She keeps saying I should get back into running before work. She gave me some badass Nikes. Nikes are usually hard to size, but these actually perfect.  So I went for a run this morning.  Which was more like a swift walk/random stumble.  I'm old.

 

Gravity was amazing. Like, surprisingly amazing. Going by the trailer, I wasn't expecting much, even with my two favorite stars in it. My coworker Eric (who works in the Surveillance Dept. and isn't supposed to converse with anyone) kept stopping by all week demanding that I see it. Eric is super shy and not at all intimidating, so I knew it had to be something special.  And it didn't disappoint.  And I'm so happy that Sandra Bullock is finally starting to get the recognition she's deserved since Love Potion #9. 

Also, if I can pre-spend the karma points I rake up in this life, I'd like to special order Sandra Bullock's ass for the next one.  Please and thank you.

 

"What do you call them?"

"Mom."

Awesome find.

[Another] Star Wars Rant

My coworker always knows how to get me all riled up about Star Wars. 

Don't bother with the article. It's only interesting (i.e., hilarious) that dumb-as-rocks Star Wars fans who make the most useless trip ever to see a damn SW film location won't be able to see it soon because of environmental changes. 

Boo hoo.  Poor Star Wars fans.  What will they do now?

Option A: Stay at home and ponder life lessons like "how to boil water".

Option B: Use the money from their trips to invest in Windows 2.0.

Option C: Help OJ Simpson find the real killer.

Option D: Join the Republican party.

GEEZUSGOD am I fired up.  lol  Okay, I feel better now.  Leave me alone. Back to work.

 

Lives Colliding

 

The new banded dress...

 

 

 

 I've seen it some where before...

 

oh, wait.

 

  

This scenario seems vaguely familiar...

Robot Strikes Again

Robot is greatly offended by aggressive new polish color, and moves in to strike.

News at 11.

Waiting Game

My mom and I texted this morning. Typhoon stuff. 

My peeps...at least my immediate peeps...are unharmed but probably really frazzled. Although I just realized that, if she wasn't okay, she wouldn't tell me. My mom says there's total mayhem near the district center right now.  She promises to text again soon, which is odd, since my calls aren't going through.

Keeping my brain otherwise occupied. 

We have a creepy guy working on my floor. That's what my coworker calls him.  So whenever he walks into her office, I play Organ Tocatta by Bach. 

lol

S.U.S.

So I feel like certain kinds of stress cause me to go shopping.  And arguing with men is like banging your head against the wall.  I just caught the connection between being pissed off and buying shoes.

Why shoes?

I don't know.

It could be worse.  I could eat when I'm stressed.

That would be bad.
 

For whoever sits next to me on plane rides.

I'm calling it "S.U.S." (shopping under stress)

I just S.U.S.'d after work today. For some reason, I got a vision in my head of a new pair of platform pumps.  When I found them, I couldn't buy just buy the pairs I would wear - the black ones and the red ones.

Oh, no.  I had to buy a pair in all four colors. 

 

And then I caught a sale on some badass sparkly platforms. 

 

Sparkly? Sure. I'll wear those. I'll audition for a role as a Christmas ornament.

 

And then I found some caramel patent leather ones.

 

Ridiculous.

 

And then I got my nails painted a really dark grape. Totally against the grain. And spent like $50 at Bath & Body Works.

 

OMG.

 

Boys are so stupid. From here on in, I'm a lesbian.

 

Spinach Pie

Stopped by coworker Kristyl's to check on her again since her surgery last week.

Her spinach pie is molecularly comparable to mannah from the heavens. 

ijs. 

Took the kitties back today :(

Aaw. Cute little guys.