In between jobs (yay, I got a new one!) I got a haircut. It seemed like a reasonable thing to do: new job, new me. I bought a trusty Groupon haircut, and was on my merry way. I didn't even think much about what I wanted. I always get a bob that's longer in the front than it is in the back. I think it makes me look regal and thins out my face a bit. However, I'm down for something new: new job, new haircut, new me.Read More
I don't know what it is about moving on, but I want to delicately appreciate each bit that I'm leaving behind. I want to soak it in for the last time, and I was to acknowledge its passage. I don't want things to fade away, and I don't want the little details of my day-to-day to change without me recognizing it.Read More
Last weekend I saw some high school friends that I hadn’t seen since probably mid-college. We were chatting about our lives: trips we’ve been on, career moves we’ve made and accomplishments we’ve had. One of my friends got a new car last year, and I blushed, admitting that I still have the same, old Ford Taurus.
Part of me is hoping that this car lasts forever (mainly because buying a car is expensive), but also because I seriously have no idea what to do when it comes to car shopping. When you buy a house, you’ve got a loan officer, realtor, Redfin, Zillow and a gaggle of excited friends to help you dissect every inch of a house and decide whether you want it or not.Read More
When I turned 24 (holy sh*t people that was 2 years ago), I told myself I'd start saying 'no' to more things. I'm a person that is energized by other people's passions and mutual agreement -- and I hate letting people down -- so I end up doing a lot of things I don't want to do just to appease people.
While I look back over the years (uhm, where are they going?), I think I do a better job of saying no these days. For example, sometimes I say no just because I genuinely don't want to do something.Read More
There are very few things that irrationally bother me. Like when people put their drinks next to a coaster and not on it. Or when I have to print a page and there's 1 sentence or less on the last page. And when people argue with me over needing the Oxford comma. Get over it, you don't need it, nor do I want to debate it with you.
Why You Don't Need the Oxford Comma
The first reason why you don't need the Oxford comma is a basic one: AP Style tells you not to use the Oxford comma. The premiere grammar ruling for journalists says we don't need the Oxford comma. The New York Times and other premiere media outlets don't use Oxford commas. It's time to give up the ghost.Read More
I already hate myself for this idea. But it really fascinates me. Learning y'all, it's awesome.
I read an article on Time a few days ago, which stated that we are scientifically worse at picking pictures of ourselves for our social media pages than strangers are. While not all of you are strangers, apparently you already are going to pick better pictures of me than me.
Weird, right? But maybe not actually surprising, as seen in real life examples...Read More
Almost every summer during high school, I used to volunteer at the Yale New Haven Hospital. They have a really established program with hundreds (?) of volunteers, who come in for typically 1.5 days a week. I loved it, especially when I worked as a wheelchair retriever, which basically entailed me getting pushed around in wheelchairs while returning them to the dispatch area.Read More
Do you ever get nervous about who you are as a person with the targeted ads you get? You know, because there are a lot of algorithms at work to serve you your ads. Take it from someone in marketing: they know a whole lot about you and are serving ads to people they think they would buy their product. So what does it mean when I'm getting so many ads pertaining to reproduction?Read More
I forgot my phone at home this past Friday.
I'd like to say I didn't really stress about it, but that would be a damn lie. When I strolled into work and went to check my phone and realized it wasn’t in my purse or pockets, I considered driving twenty minutes plus traffic back to my house just to get it. That seemed sad and ridiculous.
Instead, I accepted defeat, resigned myself to a day without my phone and hopped on Facebook to let my mom know I wouldn't be calling her at lunch. Then I knew I needed to tell Cazey about how my mom said that this would make a good blog post, because that's something he would say. Always thinking, she is.Read More