Wicked Disorganized.
Feb 2, 2010 DUH, Etc., Honest Tuesday's, I Forgot to Tag, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, Random, Wicked Wisdoms
I am so unorganized. But I am not. When it comes to work and school … and blogging … I am overly organized.
At work especially. I am suuuuuuuper organized. I have files and labels and places for everything. My desk stays clean 95% of the time. I cannot function in chaos at work. Same with school. Being that my time is so limited, I really cannot waste any minute on trying to find some shit I need for school.
At home though? Fuck. I could really use some help.
I have bills upon bills upon papers upon random letters and cards and shit that I do not need all over the place. My closet is a hot mess 95% of the time. I swear I go and get it all organized … and the next day it is as if I never even put forth an ounce of effort. My dresser drawers do not have any order what so ever. There are the most random fucking things in every single drawer. I have clothes that I know for a fucking FACT that I will never wear again because they are mostly 200lb clothes and uhm I don’t weigh 200lbs anymore, (YAY) nor will I ever be again because I stay working on my health and fitness. (most of the time anyway.)
Annnnnnnydisorganized…
My linen closet is hilarious. I don’t even know where to begin … and don’t even get me started on the boxes in the coat closet.
I have no idea why this is. I am not the hoarding type, with the exception of paperwork. I am a fucking w e i r d o with a capitol W when it comes to paperwork. Bills, letters, bills, statements, letters, cards, pictures, school shit for me and Xavier… yet there is no system for it. None. Like, if you were to come over and open a random drawer or box, you would find all kinds of shit that was completely unrelated to one another. They might be in a box with like … I dunno … some board games, or VHS movies that I will never watch again but cannot seem to get rid of to save my life.
Fuck. Am I a part-time hoarder? WTF is wrong with me?
No. Nope. Nuuuhuhhh. *shakes head*
I am making a late entry resolution. Not a “New Years Resolution” but more of a life resolution. I am going to take baby steps to get myself organized. First step is to rid myself of shit that I do NOT need. Second? Get a file cabinet with file folders to implement some sort of bill/ppwk filing process in my house. This means that I am going to have to start actually opening them when they come in the mail.
Fuuuuuuck.
I may or may have forgotten to mention that I am notorious for simply tossing a bill that I don’t feel like paying or that I know I cannot afford to pay. Or simply putting it off and saying I will “deal with it later” and then never dealing with shit.
If I am going to ever pay down my debt and fix my credit … I am going to have to stop pretending that my debt isn’t there. Truthfully, I am a great pretender. Not in 2010 though. This is something that I absolutely must do this year and in order to do it, I need to be focused and clear minded and ORGANIZED.
So that is precisely what I will do … tomorrow … heh.
What is your organizational style?
Am I alone with this?
Would you rather … Run your tongue down ten feet of a New York City street or press your tongue into a strangers nostril?
Tags: 2010, bills, debt, disorganized, hoarder, money, organization, resolution
A 9 … no … 8 Minute Blog. (& a Small Honest Tuesday)
Dec 1, 2009 Current Events, DUH, Honest Tuesday's, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, P.O.E. Biz, The Tarably Wicked Show, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
The last week has been insanity at work.
It is 12:52 AM and I just spent the past 3 days making shit happen. Meaning, whatever necessary to write my own paycheck. A pretty one too. Because of MY hard work.
Wanna know a secret?
I don’t know if I should tell you.
Alright. Between you and I and the internet, I was | |<-- this close to saying fuck it and walking.
“Good effort Wicked… but you just aren’t cut from that cloth.”
“At least you tried!”
“Way to give it your all!”
“A for effort!”
As much as I am not a quitter … I almost did. I heard all day about what could happen. Thank fucking Baby Jesus that I was able to prove to myself that I absolutely can/could/will motherfucking do it.
It = CREDITS (a shout out to the Dad of my 2 bosses. *wink*)
I was honest and determined and persistent and motherfucking believed that I had it in me … and at the end of the day (literally I drove to get the last deal of the night and made it back to the office with 17 minutes to spare) it happened. I saw for myself what CAN be. Not what it is.
For my department, Tomorrow is the first day of the new year. I have big goals to achieve in this next year professionally. Now that I did it, there really is no other option but to keep on handling business. Not just for myself but for my team. Because that is what we do.
Cheers to a new month and a new year … Most of all cheers to a new career. A bitch is gonna get paid.
If you were stranded on an island, and could have 3 things with you … what would they be?
Wanna make out? Seriously.
Strawberries or Blueberries?
Tags: a for effort, drive, money, teamwork, work
Honest Tuesday’s — 3
Nov 2, 2009 DUH, Family, Honest Tuesday's, Out with the Old Wicked in with the New Wicked, P.O.E. Biz, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. Is it Honest Tuesday’s again? Shit what happened to my week?
*sigh*
I am freaking the fuck out.
I took a risk leaving the boring, mundane, non-challenging place of employment that I was financially secure at for my new job. A biiiiiiiig risk. A if-I-dont-make-money-we-live-in-my-car risk. But the risk was one that if I was even remotely worried about my success at it… I probably wouldn’t have taken.
Not because I doubt my abilities. Because I am responsible for 4 fucking people. That is a huge god damned responsibility.
The deal is that my old job sucked. I may have known how much money I was making every 2 weeks … but it literally made me want to shoot myself in the face. That is how god damned non-challenging and boring it was. I H A T E D I T. My new job? I love. Other than the cunt that I hate … (andyouknewtherewasgonnabeoneofthosebitches) I love all of my co-workers. I love the dynamic. The jokes. The laughs and most of all I adore my bosses. It is a place that I actually look forward to spending a bulk of my time at on a daily basis.
I know. It is unheard of to love your job.
Not to mention the fact that I sell happiness every day. Yeah I said it: I sell happiness.
How many people can walk into work, punch the clock and know that the product for sale is making memories with their loved ones? That they sell smiles? That the pictures of happy kids on the beach is because *they* got them there?
Right. Not many people can actually say that. Well, *I* can. The problem is that selling happiness is harder than it sounds in this blog. People are fucking open sores of negativity. Pus-filled abscesses of negative energy. Sometimes, regardless of how excited you are … how happy … how much you believe in something to be so great … Sometimes it is not enough.
If someone doesn’t believe it, then I don’t get paid. Meaning, if I fuck up a call … and a person says no … I lose money. Meeeeeeeeaning, sometimes I have spent all day believing enough for the both of us… I have worked for free. I honestly never expected this to be as hard and as emotionally draining as it is. Every single day. I am absolutely not bitching about it. Simply put: I am living a complete lifestyle change right now, and it is freaking me out.
Did I mention that I was freaking out? I haven’t said much before because I am trying to smile my way through it … and you know … not succumb to the negative cesspool of people that are attempting to consume our society … but we are coming to the deadline and … well … shit is not that great. Financially. Will it get better? Fucking aye. I hope so.
Actually. Fuck that.
Yes. It will get better.
Yes. I will be successful.
Yes. I will rock this risk and not regret it.
But I am going to have to work my ass off for it to get better. Never in my life have I had to work this hard. Soooo the conclusion is that I am going to appreciate the success that much more.
Because I have earned it.
Not because it was given to me.
With that said, I am poor so this is a shameless plug to go and support me and buy my book. It is a great book and … well … hell I need all of the extra money I can get.
Thanks. 
What have you been less than honest about this week?
What is the best compliment that you have ever recieved?
Have you ever played naked Twister or any other game naked?
Do you scrunch or fold your TP?
Etiquette. Get Some.
Mar 25, 2009 Current Events, DUH, Parenting, Random, Ranteriffic, Wicked Wisdoms, Yum... or Lack There Of.
Today I went out to the movies and lunch with my team at work. (For the record, “I Love You Man” was fucking hilarious.) Afterward, we went to lunch at this restaurant across the street from the theater.
Actually. BEFORE the movie, I was standing in line to get a bottle of water. Not popcorn. Not ju-ju-bees. HIGH QUALITY H2O. So I am standing behind this herd of children. And the mom of one of them. Or more. I don’t know. She was too stupid to be the mom to anyone in my opinion. Why? Because her ass was oblivious to me and the 14 other people standing behind her waiting to buy shit. She was also oblivious to the fact that there was ONE fucking cashier. UNO.
What does this fucking dipshit do? She hands each of the kids money to INDI-FUCKING-VIDUALLY order their god damn food.
REALLY?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!
WHO DOES THAT? Not me. I am a get-shit-done type of person. Now if it was her and maybe 2 kids… that would be one thing. But there were 6 of them, all trying to decide what god damn $15 box of candy to buy. And of course they were completely immersed in the decision and had no regard for the fact that we were allllllllllllll waiting to go. That is not their responsibility. It is the parents responsibility to observe and ensure that their kids are the least amount of a hassle for others as humanly possible. Period. In situations like this, the parent is supposed to gather information (i.e. what each kid wants) and then order it all at once.
That is called IN-PUBLIC-ETIQUETTE. Parents have to fucking master this. It is vital to the earths motherfucking rotation. And why the pimply faced cashier didn’t call his manager for some assistance is beyond me. But that is for an entirely different blog post.
Anyway. Back to the restaurant incident. My team at work are a rowdy bunch of vulgar jokesters. We talk shit. Loudly. I am pretty sure that we are all the red-headed-step children of the company all compiled in to one cubical area. So we go, and we decide that we don’t want to sit in the area they set up for us. (duh) Instead we take up 3 and a half tables, grab our own menus, and disrupt pretty much the entire bar area of the restaurant. (How in the fuck am I gonna be the one to write about etiquette? HAHA)
So the server, who was awesome, comes over and rocks our socks. She was organized and as quick as she could be considering that (of course) we all needed separate checks. (as an ex-server… I know how fucking annoying this request is) I watched her behind the bar making 17 drinks INCLUDING 6 milkshakes and 2 blended margaritas all by her kick-ass self. Granted, the process was a little bit slow, but she was busting her ass. Not a single hostess or manager came to assist her.
What kind of shit is that?!
Finally, toward the end of our meal, the manager (who I find out later is the owner) comes out to help take our cards and run payment. Convenient, right? I gave her my card, half knowing it wouldn’t go through. It is my “allowance account” and I deposit my spending money into it every payday so that I 1) don’t carry cash 2) don’t overspend and 3) make it inconvenient since it is 2 separate banks to keep having to withdraw and deposit. … (if that makes sense) Anyway the card declined like I suspected that it would, and this bitch had the audacity to announce it to the entire table and the 2 other tables sitting next to ours.
I couldnt make this shit up if I wanted to.
“Um, which one of you is Courtni? Courtni Kenyon-George?” <– this was from the far end of the table.
“That’d be me.”
“Honey (yes she called me honey) we need another card. This one says declined.”
Of course my rowdy, now wasted team starts clowning. Not because they are assholes, but because 1) I am a total smartass cunt at work and 2) because they know that I have no shame in my game. I really dont. But, that is not the point. The point, is that this dumb bitch does not know me. Or my overall care-free attitude about things. You just do not announce things like that at the top of your lungs like it is the new thing to do at a restaurant. Not a server… but definitely not a manager-slash-business-owner. People are crazy sensitive about all things money… and the wrong person might just have snapped and come across the wall of the booth, the table and the 6 people sitting inbetween her and the bitch calling the personal business out.
It is called etiquette, bitch. Get some.
When the server came back around to close us all out, (before I knew tacky broad was the owner) I said very politely:
“Just to let you know, it is beyond rude for someone to call their customer out about their financials. If you have a manager over her… you might want to let it be known for the future. Because I am not the one to really go ballistic… but the wrong bitch on the wrong day might.”
Her response? “I am so sorry that happened to you. How rude. But, to be perfectly honest, I really need this job. She is the owner, and I really cannot get fired. So I hope you dont mind that I dont say anything.”
Touche. A bitch needs her job. I cannot fault her for 1) not saying anything and 2) being honest about it. I bet she doesnt let that dumb ass bitch handle her tables again though.
I know that I wouldnt.
(Please stop a moment and enjoy the fucking amazingness that is this statement in the above image.)
Have you found yourself recently in a situation with a person that lacked etiquette?
How would YOU have reacted if it was your cc that declined?
Do you need to randomly rant today? This is the place to let it all out.
Tags: business owner, credit card, declined, etiquette, i love you man, job, money, movie co-worker, service
My Thoughtful 8 Year Old
Dec 24, 2008 Parenting, Relationships, Thoughts and Perceptions
Tonight X, Charli and I went to finish the last of our Christmas shopping while D took a nap. X got his allowance from the past couple of weeks and we talked on the way there about who he needed to buy for and how much he could spend on each. He and I picked cool gifts out for Charli, and we came up with a really creative idea for the grandparents.
My kid is super creative.
We decided that we would make a goodie basket (tupperware container) with homemade rainbow chip (his idea) cupcakes, chocolate chip cookies, and homemade roca. All made (or at least a huge contribution made) by X. Then we talked about getting inexpensive picture frames and him drawing them their own individual pictures to put inside.
A man playing a musical instrument for his G.P. (d’s dad) He is really into Jazz.
Forks and spoons for his Meemaw and Papa. (My parents.) They have antique wooden forks and spoons all over. Weird, I know.
He came up with both ideas himself. I just added in the detail.
If you werent aware, this little 8 year old has a natural talent for drawing.
So we found frames. $5 a piece.
He tells me that he needs to go and do something ’secret’. Being that we are in the middle of Fred Meyer the day before Christmas Eve, I was extremely pensive to let him wander. But, I take the plunge. I set his watch timer for 30 minutes and we agree to meet back in the same spot we were standing. We pinkie swear that he wont wander off and do other things (the toy section) that have nothing to do with what he was supposed to be doing (buying me a present).
I tried to focus on shopping. I really, really did. I was not successful. I was so worried about him getting snatched up by some molestor who prays Fred Meyer at Christmas time for parents who let their kids have a moment of freedom to do something thoughtful. So really I circled the shoe section where we agreed to meet. I swear I checked my phone for the time every 30 seconds. I was waiting for the intercom to call my name out because he got lost or freaked out.
Instead, my little man sauntered up with a goofy smile on his face. He had a bag behind his back.
“No peeking, Mom.” And a little giggle.
“Never. I wouldnt want to ruin my surprise.” I winked.
He is growing into such an amazing young man. This is the first holiday that he made all of the decisions. I gave him the money and let him use his own creativity to figure it out. Even if he bought me dryer sheets for Christmas, they would be the most awesome dryer sheets ever. Because whatever brought him to that decision was the important part. Not the gift, the thought behind it.
Really, that is what all gifts are supposed to be about. The thought.
What is the most thoughtful gift you have ever recieved? Given?
Do you remember that moment as a kid when you were given that independence?
Tags: christmas, dryer sheets, Fred Meyer, gift, its the thought that counts, money, shopping, thoughtful
The Mother (in-law) Load.
Dec 10, 2008 Addiction & Recovery, Relationships, Thoughts and Perceptions
Raise your hand if you have one.
Raise your hand if you know of a friend or relative who has one.
Now. Raise your hand if you or your friend/relative’s expieriences are pleasant ones… most of the time.
I have a friend. She is one of my oldest, dearest friends in the whole world. She happens to have the mother in law from hell. I could tell you horror story upon horror story of the manipulation and gameplay that has commenced on a weekly… sometimes daily basis with this one.
I have another friend. She has a mother in law who is a loving caring woman. She respects boundaries, doesnt overstep into the fine lines that are drawn in the sand over parenting styles… her grandkids adore her… and for the most part, so does my friend. The problem is that she has a tendency to be flaky. This is not new information to my friend. In fact, if you asked this MIL, she would attest to her flaky ways.
Today, my friend wrote to me… partially in jest of the situation, but the other part angered. Here is what she wrote:
“We all know she is a great woman. We also all know that she has a problem. I tried to ask her to leave her debit card at home, and just take minimal cash with her to the casino. She, of course, refused… and went missing for 24 hours. No call, no nothing. She finally called me at 2:30 AM because she ‘was not having fun anymore.’ She wanted one of us to come pick her up. Of course He did… because that is his mom, but mostly because I simply did not have it in me at that hour to even acknowledge the reality or validity of this phone call. So He drove 40 minutes to this casino, where he found her sprawled on a bench in front of the entrance. He pretty much had to carry her to the car. Her and the liquor cabinet that she was carrying on her breath.
We, including my child, were all worried sick. I called hospitals and police stations… but in my heart I knew that she simply was being selfish. She was not hurt… she just didnt think to call. My mother in law literally lost track of 24+ hours.
Bottom line, I have lost respect for her. She has crossed the line, and what I have to say… she doesnt want to hear”
What does she do?
Does my friend have the right to say something to her about this incident?
Or is she to leave it to her son to handle?
Do you have an in-law-from-hell story?? Even if it isnt your own. I would love someone to top this.
Tags: alcohol, casino, drunk, hospital, in laws, lost track of time, money, respect, worry
