The Do's and Don'ts of Walking Downtown…

This list shall, of course, be updated as I learn these things myself.
My source? Experience and the frigging heebie jeebies.
Lego!

1. Do NOT take off your cardigan no matter how warm it's getting. If you must, first check who could potentially catch up with you if they wanted to.  (Of course if your pits underarms are the source of the niagra falls…chale feel free.)
1b. Do NOT slow down.
2. DO keep your personal security item of choice, from pepper spray to alarms, in plain view. Celebrate it, twirl it, point with it if you must.
3. Do NOT give in. Repeat after me, "I think my phone number likes me better, it wants to stay with me."
4. DO wash your hands when you get home! Ugh.

Here's a question for you though… DO or do NOT pay attention to "them"?
I'm always torn because I'm worried if I utterly ignore them they might bore and like …jump me or something… O_O.
(From a safe distance diieeer, hoh, my friend, I'm not the cat you think you're calling.)

Disclaimer: If, of course, you ARE happy with whatever situation you are in and WOULD like a repeat of it with the added bonus of your CONSENT, please do not listen to me. Also…I can't guarantee this will work.

:D

Road Blocks

I have a lot of issues I deal with, and depending on who you ask, they'll agree. But I think my biggest issue, one that rears it's head over and over again, is pride.

I have never been the most social of people. I'm the one who'd leave happy hour early to go watch a movie (on my own) or lounge about with the sax playing as I skype the 1 person out of 54 on the contact list. I'd sooner text than call and I do not mind my own company (or so I try to make myself believe). As a result I have numerous "Hello, Hi's" that stay just that way. My friends who I would call and I can talk to, I can count on one hand and I wouldn't even need my 6th finger stub... Why? I'm not sure but it sure doesn't help my pride. In fact, I think it's fed it.

It's fed my pride, because it is the most difficult thing on earth sometimes to ask for help (for me at least). Everyone needs to ask for help. Doesn't matter who you are. But asking is easiest when you KNOW that you can. When you can anticipate (and you are very certain of) your helper's position on being willing to offer it.

It's easier to ask a friend for help / a favour because you know they wouldn't mind or even find they do, they like you enough to at least offer ideas on an alternative solution (right?). But when your friends number a handful, 80% of whom are hundreds of miles away… well, the world can be a very frustrating place. It's even worse when you can't bring yourself to believe that the Jack and Jacob "really wouldn't mind helping you out," so you can't ask because you don't want to put them out.

Result? You burn out the one person you probably CAN ask favours from, then think "OMDz I must be such a pest. I'm gonna stop asking and do this on my own." Frustration builds (a lucky few discover a remarkable ability to be resourceful). All for the lack of built and sustained relationships, pride becomes the limitless b**** leading you down a dark alley with an inconspicuous open manhole.

Some solutions must be obvious to you, right?
Sustain the relationships!
Ask, you never know.
Re-prioritise,
Drink more at happy hour?

Well… I am writing this post now, no?

No end in sight.

I have been MIA. Forgive me. A girl's been busy. Or trying anyway. I officially started proper work yesterday with EY after 2 weeks of training. Tiring.
Here's the jist. From day one: Tuesday Aug 2.

In office at 9, dressed in my short-sleeved gray skirt suit sporting a pale yellow tank underneath (EY pride ya know :D) 1.25 hr intro to the office, met various peoples, had lunch, went home. Lovely.
Now. 6 hrs later. 1 hr flight to Chicago for the rest of the week for 8 hrs of orientation a day! But why?! Last time I did that was when? JSS? A good number of us remembered those impromptu college afternoon naps… I must say the very first session was fantastic! And the hotel! And the new hire get togethers! Sushi! Sigh. Then came another flight back "home" on Friday night; only to fly out AGAIN on Sunday also till Friday. This time orientation went hard (and half over my head)! (And again that hotel! :D)

But anyhu. The official first day went great, I was given stuff to do and I did it all in good time and did it well (in my opinion; though my senior was like *shrug*) and then day two came along and it dragged like a pink and yellow raggedy ann doll pulled along by a little girl too short to hold it off the ground…