2 weeks notice

what i would give to give it all up.

how i wish i wasn't forced to make up the difference.

what i would change so that i could stop the pressure.

why is every turn blocked by blaring consequences and questions of the unknown?

what trial would step in to fill the empty space?

how much can i take before i reach the breaking point?

where does this all stop?

when did shirking responsibility become the same as being professional?

who do i talk to when they are part of the problem?

where is the line between complaining and commenting?

why do i feel too big to escape?

how far do i have to push myself before i lose my integrity?

what kind of an organization is this?

Two Tuesday Teasers

It just so happens that today has been a little slower today at work (knock on wood) and I have had a few moments where my brain was able to come up with a few enigmas. I'm in charge of writing down the color of the new cars we get in, among other responsibilities and it hit me-

 Hey- Why are there two spellings for gray or grey or.... AH you see my problem?

Is one more politically correct?

As an American am I supposed to have a patriotic preference for one opposed to the other?

and while we are comparing things:

What makes one orange peel thicker than its neighbor's?

Does it have to do with the amount of sunlight, water, etc?

Is it simply the luck of the draw?

DOES IT EVEN MATTER? 

I really just don't even know anymore...

The inevitable

This is the moment I have avoided all of my life.
Eighteen and a 3/4 years have been dedicated to the avoidance of such a catastrophe.
I made it through one full year of college without it.
One decision changed everything.

I have become a morning person.

I wake up around 6:30 Monday through Friday.

I feel cheerful about it.

I work until 4:00.

I go home and take a nap.

My social life is nonexistant.

I go to bed early.

That way I can wake up early again-

early enough to beat morning traffic.

I think I might be an adult.



Inspire.

Why yes, I am posting twice within ten minutes.

I wish that I could make peoples' days the way this little lady does.
Just try not to smile.

Sanctuary

Today I was reminded why I named this blog such an obscure and yet totally applicable name. I started a new job this week and it has been a little overwhelming to say the least. I love it, I really do, but there is so much to remember. Thursdays are the big days where everything has to be finished and printed off for the managers and as I strove to figure out what I was doing I has hit with that feeling of complete loss of control. I made a mistake when speaking to a customer and thanks to the fact that I'm overly reactive to stimulation, I started to blush profusely. On a scale of one to lobster I was over-ripe tomato. The worst part was that I knew I was blushing which made me even more embarrassed. One of the salesmen and my trainer were by me and I suddenly became extremely grateful that I did my hair down so that I was able to bury my face in shame. Can you say worst moment of the week? After taking care of business there I excused myself to the bathroom.
There is an unusual amount of peace that I find while locked away in a stall. Maybe it is the false sense of privacy or simply the fact that it gives the perfect excuse, but when I find myself in a place where I am dismayed, disgusted, or disconcerted I run to that sanctuary where I can shut out the world for half a second.

IDK my BFF Jill?

PS I have a really super great (stamp out and eliminate redundancy) post in the works it just requires more attention than I am willing to give for probably the next two days. Check back later.

Now, on to the juicy details of this post. Allow me to start out by saying that those that are found guilty of what I am about to discuss are still wonderful people and, in fact, I probably like more than most. Please do not take offense.

TO WHOM IT MAY APPLY
I think that I am a pretty easy going individual. I'm not picky or judgemental and I really just don't care about the little things, BUT if you send me a text with three smily faces and cutesy little abbreviations followed by fourteen exclamation points, I will say swear words to you in my mind. Don't worry, my swear words consist of, "swear words," and if I am feeling especially uncouth I most send you a "curses." I know, I know, I am a rebel, but don't even think that you can get away with that kind of misuse of grammar and not feel the consequences. I still think you are a lovely individual and we will still be friends just know that the reason I reply with, "okay," is because I threw up a little bit in my mouth when I read your text. Also, if you are going to just send me a smily face, I will not be replying. What am I supposed to say to that? No, really, I honestly want to know what people expect others to say to : ).

Oh crap, I sound like a major jerk now. It must be past 11:11 and I have missed making a wish. Poop on toast.

Sincerely, Cami Louise

best. semester. ever?

4.0 maybe?
I think I'll take that.


Roommates that would blow your mind?
Been there, done that.

Dating game?
Tried it, liked it, will keep playing.

Job in the line ups?
You had better believe it.

Am I going to cry myself to sleep for the next three days?
Let's just say I have a whole lot of tissues.