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So I finally got a job – making way less than what my college degree promised. I am working at an assisted living facility which is a step up from a nursing home. Its really nice – I would gladly ship my relatives off here. I finished training last week and just finished my second day there yesterday. I worked a 12 hour shift and then a 14 hour shift. Kinda ridiculous since I am new – but hey its money.

My mom was a nurse – spent a lot of time working in nursing homes and she warned me about the men. The men can be disgusting, rude, and unpleasant to work for. I figured this wouldn’t be an issue with me because I am just “assisting” with medication.

So after my first two days, here is my initial response.

Mom, you were right. The men are terrible. First there is “Ted”. The first thing he told me was that I was “curvy” and that he liked that. Then he told me that he wished he had some Playboys to read – gross – he is in his 80s. Then the next night I went into his room and tried to get him to take his medicine. I was standing there and then he got mouthy again with me. as I went to hand him his pills he tried to cop a feel. Pissed me off. Then he kept asking if he could take pictures of me with his digital camera. He said “you probably just think i am terrible” and I told him that yes I thought he was. He then asked me if I was going to leave him all alone that night with “this” before I saw what “this” was – i left.

Another patient “Fred”. Ripped me a new one because I didnt know that one of his pills needed to be broken in half – otherwise it would get stuck in his throat. No one told me that in my training – he is still younger and looks like he is in better shape than most of the other patients. Old frail women swallow these horse pills but he cant swallow a regular sized one. How was I supposed to know? I apologized and just let his sit there and rip me. I told the nurse that he wasnt going to let me give him his meds – she came to his room with me and he acted clueless as to what they were talking about. Bastard.

Then there is “James”. We have a heavier woman on staff and he always asks her if she is pregnant. He cuts out weight loss ads for her. Really cuts her down.

So what am I as a staff member supposed to do? Sit there and take it with a smile.

They do not pay nearly enough for this job.

All of the men I wrote about are in their right minds too. I just want this to be an opportunity for me to express to you – if you ship your loved ones out to a home or living assisted facility – ask staff how your family member acts towards them – I think it would make one hell of a difference – at least to the staff member.


When you go to the gym:
*Don’t spend all your time on cardio equipment – strength training is essential to toning up your body
*When you are on cardio equipment – don’t use the stabilized handles for support unless it is absolutely necessary – this will only make the action easier.
*Remember – everyday is not the Worlds Strongest Man competition. To have form is better than using overly heavy weights and being at risk to injure yourself.
*Wipe your sweat off the machines – nothings worse than stuck on swass.
*Remove the weights off of bars after you are done – you are there to lift after all.
*Don’t hog the machines -it’s not YOUR gym.
*Before you take a machine – make sure the prior user was completely done using it.
*The gym isn’t a hangout – don’t just go there to mess around on your iphone – do work son. Sure it’s a great place to meet people – but if you just stand around the whole time not doing any work you will just look like a major tool.
*Don’t stare at yourself in the mirror constantly – yes the mirror does help to ensure you are using proper form – but you will look like a jackass when you keep “accidentally” exposing your chiseled abs as you lift your shirt completely up to wipe the sweat off your brow.
*Make sure you warm up and cool down followed by light stretching to aid in reducing soreness.
*There is more to gaining that ideal body size/type than what is at the gym – make sure you are maintaining a proper diet.
*Finally – check out my booth for brand name athletic clothing at a low low price

*Compiled by my wonderful boyfriend who is a ISSA certified personal trainer and plain old me.

So when I was in high school everyone told me that I needed to take school more seriously because I needed to go to college in order to get a good job.

Well people – I graduated with a Public Relations/Communications degree from a private school in May with a 3.4 GPA. FINALLY last week I got hired at a place that solely requires a high school diploma and I am driving  a total of 3 hours a day to work a day and back in order to earn $10 something an hour.

I look back at all of my friends from high school who worked straight out of school and they are the ones driving the nice cars, living in their own apartments, getting married, and starting families.

Where am I? $30k in debt working at a job that has nothing to do with my major going no where in life. I can’t find a job because it seems like the unemployed market is flooded with applicants for the positions I am applying for that have on top of a degree – experience. Not the route everyone had anticipated me going in 5 years ago…


I’m just bummed out today.

Anyone that knows of any open pr/comm positions in the Aurora, Naperville, Chicagoland area – let me know.

Until then – guess i’ll have to keep on lisiting on Bonanzle and keeping my fingers crossed.

So I just read this article off of someones Twitter and it stunned me.
Read it yourself.

So Facebook is keeping all your stuff even if you delete it. Even if someones posts that picture of you doing your first kegstand on there and you untag it – it will still be there, even if the owner deletes it. I understand that you post your stuff on there but I think you should have the right to remove it at anytime. People grow up and decide the picture of them streaking through to quad won’t look the greatest to future employers – even though it was a good time sophmore year.

It is wild that they can just all the sudden update the contract agreement and not tell you. I would have never known if it wasn’t for my Twitter feed… Uggh.

I have always wondered if this idea was in effect or soon will be – you know how you can mark your profile as to being private and only your friends can see it? I wonder if Facebook will/has sold out to corporate America and offered companies a breach of privacy so they can have unlimited access to whatever profile they wish to see…

It would be a good money making ploy for the site but may cause problems for a lot of its members…

So what do “Rock of Love”, “I Love New York”, “A Shot at Love”, and “Flavor of Love” have in common?

Aside from the fact that they are the pride and joy of VH1’s line ups – they are all scripted and fake. Much like every other reality tv show out there.

The other day at the gym,  two girls tried to convince me that “Laguna Beach” was real. Come on people get a little bit of common sense here. Do you really think Bret Michaels is going to find love on tv? No – that show should just be called T&A. Seriously – tv has turned to trash, that show is like softcore porn.

I know what you are thinking – if you don’t like it, turn it off; but I can’t. This fakeness is everywhere. It just sucks that our society has gone so far downhill that people actually watch these programs religiously thinking that they aren’t scripted.

Even “The Real World” is fake. It is more of an improv BUT there is a basic outline of what the producers and audience wants to see. Someone has too hookup, there has to be catty fighting, there has to be cheating, wild nights at the bar, etc. “This is the true story… of seven strangers… picked to live in a house…work together and have their lives taped… to find out what happens… when people stop being polite… and start getting real…The Real World.”


My boyfriend gave me the sweetest complement a girl like me could ever ask for the other day.

It was not quite – “You are très belle, tonight, Mademoiselle” – but it was better…

“You are the best dressed poor person I know Jen.”

Matt has a way with words. You see, my entire wardrobe which is overflowing hasn’t cost me over $150. My dresser is full, closet is full, and I have bins full of stuff I have packed away depending on the season.

All my jeans are either American Eagle, Hollister, or Abercrombie.
Hanging up you will find the same stuff plus Express, Guess, The Limited, and Charlotte Russe.
Look in my athletic clothes and you will only find Nike, Adidas, Under Armour, and Puma.
Go through all my shoes and you will find Nike, Adidas, Asics, Saucony, Etnies, Adio, and whatever the heels I have are.

I have so much and have spent so little.

When I was in high school – I wasn’t the best dressed kid by far. My parents didn’t have the money for me to go to the mall and get all the nice stuff- Walmart kept me clothed comfortably.

Once I graduated high school, I started going to garage sales and thrift stores. I spend less money than my parents used to and if you didn’t know me – you would think I was a mall rat.

To this day I have never gone into the mall and walked out with anything. Instead I lavish myself at the Salvation Army. Granted I get gifts of clothes so I do have some new things – but that is rare – and I guess I am picky.

So now, I am selling my extra clothes online and maybe one day I will go get a new outfit – after I pay my student loans, insurance, and all those other lovely bills.

So – if you want to take a gander – check out my booth on Bonanzle.

Yesterday as I was driving home from getting a TB test done I drove past a Hooters and started to think…

I for one have never been to a Hooters establishment nor will I ever go to one. For one – I think you just pay for the atmosphere and being a recent college graduate – my fine dining is all on the dollar menu. Secondly – I completely thought of Hooters as beingdegrading towards women – until yesterday.

Parading around in a skanky outfit trying to earn tips really isn’t my cup of tea. I have heard plenty of people talk about Hooters in the sense that they went there – were expecting a large chested chick to wait on them – only to get a “dud”. It was in the cases of the duds that they didn’t earn as high of a tip as they would have if they were more attractive. This is merely situational and could occur at any establishment of course but I could see it happening more at Hooters.

Now here is the idea that I picked up on yesterday – the women of Hooters could be seen as empowered. They use their sex appeal to earn higher wages. They may use the if you got it – flaunt it idea. Some women that work there are so gorgeous that they could have the men (or women) they are waiting on wrapped around their finger.

Even so, as it may seem empowering – if I ever had a daughter – I don’t think I would approve of her working at one.

And that is that.

I for one am against spousal abuse – no one should have to go through that and its a shame how often it occurs in society and how underplayed it is.

So Chris Brown is in trouble for battery against his girlfriend Rihanna. He will probably end up losing his endorsements from all/most of the companies that he works with over this case.

BUT think about this – if he got into an altercation with another man – this would not be an issue – that would just be overlooked and everything would be hunky-dory in his neck of the woods – but its not – because he struck a woman.

It just doesn’t seem fair that because he hit a woman his career is over and if he hit a guy he would seem to be a bad-ass if it even made the news. How often do we hear of women who get in trouble for striking a man? Rarely – but it occurs. Maybe men don’t report it because they don’t want to look like less of a man, maybe they don’t report it because it wont be taken seriously – whatever the case is – battery is battery regardless of sex and I think the penalties and repercussions should be more evenly distributed not only in the law system but in societies eyes as a whole.

If you haven’t noticed yet – the ideas that come from my mind are pretty nontraditional – but I hope I spark your mind to think a little bit outside of the box. If even for a moment you consider what I type to have some sort of validation – ill have a sense of accomplishment.

Michael Phelps doesn’t have much to worry about it seems…

Other celebrities are going ape shit all over the place.

Christian Bale went on his little shit fit tantrum –

Etta James said she was going to deliver an ass whooping to Beyonce –

Chris Brown is in custody for assault against a woman – right now it is speculated that it is with his girlfriend Rihanna – both missed out on the Grammys

Miley Cyrus made some slant eyes and is being called on upon as a racist –

A-Rod hit the juice –

One of the members of Saving Able and one of the bands employees are facing charges for allegedly forcing a 17 year girl to perform sexual acts on them at a concert –

Shit has hit the fan people.

BUT on the brightside – BLINK 182 has reunited!!!

My best friend Mark decided to start doing tattoos about a year and a half ago. His first victim was of course himself and then my boyfriend Matt. Then I got a lower back piece… ink above the stink… tramp stamp…whatever you will.  Since he was just starting out – they took him awhile to do so I had to do it in two sessions.

First Session Of The Tramp Stamp:

1st Stars SessionWhen he left that day (as he does house calls) I basically said screw that and i’m not getting it finished. But of course I decided I wanted color after I forgot about how bad it hurt.

Second Session Of The Tramp Stamp:

2nd Stars Session

I got the five stars for each member of my family including myself. The nautical stars represent being able to find your way home and in essence being true to yourself. The colors came about from the three track team colors I had been on. This was my first tattoo and I vowed never to get one again…

Until I forgot about the pain and decided to get my upper back done… This time around I just wanted to keep with the traditional theme and decided on some sparrows and a banner.
Originally I wanted to go with the Bob Marley quote “Who are you to judge the life I live? I know i’m not perfect and I don’t live to be, but before you start pointing fingers… make sure your hands are clean.”

Sparrows Idea

I soon realized that was too wordy for the area that I wanted to cover and searched online and found a quote that intrigued me. “Every saint has a past, ever sinner has a future.” How true that is. I think the meaning behind it goes without saying. I have a past, much of what I am not proud of but I have changed my ways and can live without constantly reminding myself of my faults. This was a three sessioner… it was rough but thanks to Vicodin – I made it through…

First Sparrow Session:

Sparrow Outline - 1st sessionThe ouline was rough…

Second Sparrow Session:

Sparrows Shaded 2nd SessionAt the start of the second session he did the shading and that needle is a bitch. I liked the way it looked and contomplated just keeping it in black and white, but…

Sparrows Colored 2ns SessionI decided I had to have it colored.

Third and Final Sparrow Session

Sparrows Done 3rd Session

And now we come to the final chapter of the tattoo saga… It is finally finished – I just got it done 2 days ago so it is still inflamed and all that but I am pretty satisfied with the results…

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