Archive | July, 2011

Vide-Oh! of the Day

31 Jul

Yes, I am up extremely early (for my standards, anyway), but only because I am working the darn morning shift at Whole Foods. Since I have a few minutes to kill I thought I’d post pretty much the best video on YouTube at the moment.

I am in love with English Bulldogs. They are ridiculously cute and hilarious. Unfortunately, they cost around $2,000 and I still live with my parents, so… needless to say I won’t be getting my own little wrinkly pile of love anytime soon. But here is the cutest video of one of my favorite little bulldogs, Gus. He’s blowin’ up all over the Internet!

Fighting my Facebooking

30 Jul

My name is Erica. And I am a Facebook stalker.

I- like everyone else who has a Facebook- mainly use that damn addicting site for creeping on people I haven’t talked to since high school. Seeing who is pregnant, married, in jail, or actually succeeding with life. Why use it for my actual friends, you ask? Because they’re my friends and I know about their lives. Besides, most of my friends are smart and tend to keep their personal life off of social networking, while other less-logical people like to spill everything going on with everyone they know in one status update.

I firmly believe that social networking is mainly used to make people feel better about their own lives, or see what they need to improve upon based on other people’s updates, pictures and relationship statuses. If you don’t agree, chances are you’re either delusional or a nun. How many times have you had this conversation with a friend:

Friend: Oh! Did you see that so and so is pregnant with so and so’s baby!?
You: What!? No!!! Who told you that!?
Friend: It’s on her Facebook! She actually posted her first ultrasound and tagged so and so in it!
You: Oh my god I’ve got to add her!

It’s not like you have spoke to these parents-to-be in the last 4+ years, and it’s not like you’ll intend to anytime soon, but every little scandal makes life a little more delicious, right?

Don’t worry, I’m not judging, because I’ve done it way too many times before, all while knowing that it is wrong and I’m not being the nice person I pride myself in being. So, in keeping up with the whole growing up theme, I decided to stop lying to myself and clean up the crap.

First thing I did was go through and delete people that I haven’t had contact with since high school, and people that I stopped and thought, ‘who is that?’ Basically, I got rid of the complete strangers in my life.

Secondly, I deleted profiles that I spent most of staring at, but didn’t know the people behind them. People with, in one way or another, interesting lives that were my form of gossip and reality television. As much as social networking tells us about people it doesn’t tell us everything. There could be a world of a story behind them that could actually make me love them or hate them, people’s lives don’t translate to social media.

Lastly, I deleted people that had a negative impact on my own experiences. I went through and got rid of people that had hurt me in the past, or people that I knew in some way that were probably viewing my profile with bad intent. And that felt the best of all.

I think my views on social media have changed. When I was 17 and just started with Facebook and Myspace and all those time-wasters my main goal was convincing people that I was cool, I could have fun. I would post tons of pictures of me looking crazy and wild with all my tons and tons of friends. Now I realize that social media shouldn’t be about all of that, it should be catching up with those that you can’t be with directly.

From now on I plan on acting like an adult when it comes to social media. I don’t have to impress anyone, I have plenty of people who think I’m “cool,” and know how to have fun. Besides, I don’t really care much about impressing people anymore.

The rejection game

30 Jul

Any of my friends could tell you that I was the worst single person ever. I was an abomination to single-dom. Mainly because I didn’t understand the whole concept of picking up guys. I didn’t like most guys for some reason or another, and the other ones played the whole phone number waiting game that was just plain ridiculous.

The fact is I’ve never been good at waiting for calls. And now, those calls are- or should I say aren’t- coming from jobs, not unattractive boys in bars. I go to an interview, think I did a great job, start imagining what I would say when I call up and quit my cashier job, and then sit around and wait for the grand call saying “Erica! Please, please come work for our lustrous company! Oh please! We’ll pay you anything, everything you could want! You want rubies!? You’ve got rubies!” Then I tell my parents how great everything went and how I should be starting in a week or so…

And then I wait.

And wait.

And stare at the phone and wait some more.

Trying to leave the phone alone.

I wait and wait for a call from people who, days before, said I was a prime candidate and everything they were looking for. I consider what I will say when I call them and tell them that I have been waiting for a response. And then, like the crazy stalker girl, I call them:

“I was just seeing how my interview went and if I should blah, blah, blah,” when I know they aren’t interested and I’m just embarrassing myself. No one’s calling me back.

This exact situation happened to me with Lucky Brand Jeans the other day. Everything couldn’t have gone better. I wore this bangin’ outfit to the store and my hair looked great. I left my phone and wallet in the car, and I was early. The interview itself, which was originally a group interview until no one but me showed up, was absolutely perfect. They said they would meet my price expectations and that I should expect a call from the district manager within the week. Then… no call.

I waited almost a week before my crazy got the best of me and I called the store. I stammered out how excited I was to get working and get my next interview, and the woman I interviewed with told me she was just getting around to checking my references. I hung up, satisfied, until I realized one thing:

They didn’t ask for references.

So here I am, looking like a total tool again, desperate enough for a part-time job that I would humiliate myself like that. I could get over not hearing back from some dude, but this waiting game I play with jobs is just the worst. I know I shouldn’t let it bother me: I have been working hard since I was 14-years-old and I know the outlines of what it takes to do well. I have a great list of references and any company would be lucky to have me. In fact, I have gotten two job offers in the last 2 months that I have turned down. But, somehow every time I miss out on another job offer I get bothered. Even if its as small as a job folding jeans for rich middle-aged moms trying to look young.

I don’t actually know how to get over the rejection game. In my mind the only way to get over it is to not get rejected. Hopefully, soon I’ll actually have a job offer and a subsequent job that will mean I don’t have to worry about this crap anymore.

Try this on: Nail polish

28 Jul

About a week ago I was talking to someone about nail polishes. I never wear nail polish because by the end of a day it is all chipped and mangy-looking. The friend I was talking to said that they were going to start buying a more expensive brand, like OPI, because it was necessary. I completely agreed with her, and decided to take a gift card I got for my birthday and go pick some nail polishes up that would finally last.

The problem with me is that I am very, very cheap. So I headed into Target thinking about walking out with a bunch of new, ritzy colors and ended up doing what I usually do: standing in the middle of an aisle with my jaw on the floor yelling “NINE DOLLARS FOR NAIL POLISH!?” to nobody.

I decided, instead, to pick a bunch of colors that were popular right now in the cheapest brand I could find, and just switching them with the seasons. That brand was NYC, New York Color. I bought a couple different colors, including the one on the right, “Battery Park Purple,” (how clever, they’re all named after places in New York City!) and headed home, only dropping about six bucks on three colors and feeling much better after soothing my cheap urges.

I already knew what to expect, when I put my first color, Prospect Park Pink (there it is again!), on: chipping, smearing and just plain looking awful. But it completely took me by surprise. First of all, NYC isn’t kidding when they say that it dries in a minute. After two coats, from applying to drying it only took about ten minutes to finish. And I am not messing around when I say that this stuff lasts. Long enough for me to bother writing a post about it! After five days with it on there wasn’t a single chip, until I got nervous or something and picked it all off.

My skepticism still got the best of me, because I hadn’t put it to the ultimate test:

A full shift at Whole Foods.

Bagging, throwing things around, digging through change… it’s a fingernail’s nightmare. So I put on the purple last night, went to work, and the results…

Not a single change! Ignore that one part at my cuticle on my middle finger, I just forgot to push them back before I painted them. Seriously, my nails are perfect still. It’s like I just painted them.

I’m telling you: go out and try this stuff. It’s cheap enough and they have some really awesome colors. I’m thinking of going out and buying more this week!

Moving Forward While Looking Back

28 Jul

As I mentioned, I am obsessed with the blog HelloGiggles. A lot of their posts strike me because they seem to reach out and write about situations that I am going through.

This one particular article, “How to Cope With a BFF Breakup” really struck a nerve for me. I have not lost my best friend, which I feel very fortunate about- though she is running around Brazil for the next few weeks and I am going crazy having no one to text weird things to all day every day- but recently I went through a strange, confusing period where I lost several of my friends in a very short period of time.

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When I graduated I seemed to lose several friends that, over the course of two years, I had developed a very strong bond with. I don’t actually know why: there were no arguments or awkward moments that I could recollect that would warrant a sudden cut off from everything. If there was, trust me, I would have brought something up. I’ve never been the type of person to dance around problems and pretend everything was okay, because I know that gets people nowhere. Nevertheless, my friendships ended.

I tried to revive things but I wasn’t getting very far, and then I found this article. It couldn’t have come at a more perfect time. At the time I was angry: social media allowed me to see how much fun everyone was having without me, almost like the whole world was in on a big prank and I was the one being dooped. I was bitter and jealous and acting like a petty little girl. When I read this article I realized that life goes on. And yeah, it totally sucks to lose friends, and it’s okay to be upset about it, but I am 22-years-old now, time to be a big girl. I reached out, did what I could and now it is time to move on.

My handsome hero

The most important person in my life, my boyfriend Alex, is a very calm,gently and understanding man. He’s pretty much everything I’m not. He is always there for me, even when I’m being crazy and weird. There were many, many times that I would cry to him about losing my friends, and all I could ask him was:

“Why don’t they like me anymore?”

Now that I look at this question it’s almost embarrassing, and Alex made it clear as to why. He explained to me that people change, and that the people who don’t like me for who I’ve become shouldn’t matter.

I have moved on from the friends in the past, and now I am looking to fill up that hole that I lost when we parted ways. I feel so lucky to have friends that I have known for years, some more than a decade, and who I can still laugh with and hang out with (now with alcohol). One of my best friends has been a part of my life since the second grade, when we were awkward and weird with way too many printed turtlenecks (thanks mom). I now feel slightly guilty that I allowed those friendships to slip by.

Luckily, my old friends are better people than I, and have welcomed me back into their lives so warmly, as if nothing has changed. In the last two months I have seen faces that I have not seen in months, even years. I’ve laughed about old times and created new memories.

Now that I am allowing myself to live without wondering why I am not good enough for a few people and celebrating the people that love me for me I have felt happier and more fulfilled than I have in a long time. Life is turning up some new and better changes amongst the messes that it creates!

Blogs I’m Obsessed With

27 Jul

I originally began my Tumblr as a way to talk about me and my life. Unfortunately, so did tons and tons of celebrities, people with cute puppies and photographers. Eventually my personal blog just turned into me reblogging other people’s posts. Of all my blogs that I follow, my absolute obsession is HelloGiggles.

Zooey Deschanel, AKA Jovi from my favorite movie in the world “Elf,” AKA the most perfect woman on earth, created this blog along with two of her friends. It has really cute articles on a million different things that always seem to somehow click with my life. In fact, I plan on writing a post on one of their posts tomorrow! But for now I have to get some sleep, because I have a morning breakfast date and nap with my fabulous boyfriend tomorrow.

Vide-Oh! of the Day

26 Jul

I know she’s nothing new, but I am totally and completely obsessed with Adele. A. She is completely and totally gorgeous. Oh my goodness I fall in love with her face every time I see it. And B. -most importantly- her voice is absolutely insane! She has this beautiful, smooth sound and there is so much emotion behind her songs.

Just watch this video. This is my favorite song at the moment, “Don’t You Remember” off of her album 21. She has so much feeling behind her voice and you can see it pouring out of her eyes.

I might definitely have a mini girl-crush on Adele.

Sub Update!

26 Jul

I just got an e-mail from my old high school district about substitute teaching interviews. How exciting! I applied with them several months ago and never thought I would hear from them.

This would be a great job because there are four high schools in my district. Four humongous high schools that always need substitutes. Some of my favorite teachers were full-time substitutes at ol’ Lenape High School, and I would love to walk the halls without teachers chasing me for a hall pass.

On my way!

My newest endeavor

26 Jul

Trying to find my “career” has been one big brain ache. There are a ton of things I like to do and several things I consider myself good at, but there aren’t a ton of places that are willing to give people like me a try. You know, kids with more passion than experience. We’re in a recession, blah blah blah.

2006: I feel like I've matured beyond retail... An pictures like this.

Instead of trying to jump into a career that I don’t have adequate experience in I have decided to try and look into places that I do have experience with. I have a ton of experience working in retail, I mean I’ve been doing that since I was fourteen-years-old. One problem with that…

Retails sucks.

Retail should be renamed reterrible. Blerg! I really can’t stand it. There are so many reasons why, but in a nutshell I would rather spend a long weekend at a health insurance convention in Possum Trot, Kentucky (real city) with Voldemort and Nagini, and to cut costs we’d all share a double bed without working air conditioning at a Days Inn, than to spend the rest of my life working in retail.

My other option would, of course be journalism, and we all know how well that path is going. If you have been living under a rock and have not witnessed the fall of journalism and reading in general let me share this lovely story with you:

While applying to jobs in college I got hired at a Nordstrom Rack. At one of my endless series of orientations I met a guy who was a sports journalists for the Courier Post in South Jersey. Of course I started telling him how my handsome, charming boyfriend is a sports writer and was looking for a job and asked him how we could go about applying for positions there. The guy started laughing in one of those sarcastic, obnoxious ways and said “I’m at a job interview to fold shirts for a living. Do you think I’m going to be able to help you get a job?”

So with little hope and still very little idea of what I want to do with my life, I looked at my one other hunk of experience: teaching. I have actually done quite a lot of teaching, at summer camps and at the nature park I used to intern at. I just never thought to make it a career path because… I hated school so much. Plus I always thought about my life turning into this glamorous show, with awards and celebrity and all that. Now that I’m a grownup and have realized that I’m not as cool as I thought I was a few years ago, I’m starting to see education as something I would be really good at and could even enjoy. It’s always changing: the curriculum, the students, it all changes day by day. Plus, I would have the chance to be someone who could actually make a difference in the world, not just another cashier at Whole Foods.

I decided to do some snooping around town for substitute teaching positions and I turned up some leads! As of now my general plan is to apply for my substitute teaching license, and then go from there. I had one of the Superintendents I spoke to today even give me some direction on how to obtain an actual teaching license.

The thing is I am a pretty big flip-flopper. I changed my major two… maybe three? times while at college and now look at me. Needless to say I’m fairly skeptical of myself. But- for the first time ever- this is something my parents could see me doing and this is something I could definitely see myself doing. I guess the first step is all I can do for now, and I’ll see where that leads me!

Vide-Oh! of the Day

26 Jul

These kids aren’t that great. I mean I’m just as adorable and can totally dance just as well- if not better- as them… I wish sarcasm translated better than it does on the Internet.