Welcome to my other blog. I started this one shortly after graduating from the C.I.A, to differentiate between my food and my other thoughts. It's a cozy little place with frequent weird but real, honest thoughts.

There's really not much more to say here, as anything mildly interesting is either down below or written in my Armadillo section above.
Hope you can relate to some of my thoughts and situations, even if they tend to be strange sometimes

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Ephiphany at the Oyster Fest

It was bright and too warm for the jeans I was wearing. I'd been up since 3 am for work, and was already tired. I was also agitated by the high volume traffic on the streets and the crowds in the Festival. I was in no mood to walk around. But Matt had never been to it, and I haven't been to it in about fourteen years, so I thought that if he was interested in going, why not?

But Matt and I got a pizza frita from the St. Ann's Stand, and we walked to find a place to sit.

Finally, we got lucky and found two people who were leaving. We sat down to eat, and an elderly man chatted us up. We talked about this and that. He found out we went to the C.I.A, and that we worked in the food industry, and we found out he has had several meals at school and loves the campus.

He was a nice guy, and his message was clear to us: "Live it up." he said "Life's too short. Live it up." I knew. Life's too short for pettiness, and just asinine short minded people.
We both know that. We work too hard and have come across too many people to know different. We told him we totally understood, and we tried to live like that.
He was really nice, and the conversation with him, some random guy whose name I did not get, perked me up some.
We wandered around, and I let the conversation mellow in my head. Matt wanted to check out the next band that was setting up, so we made our way over and sat as they set up and did sound checks.

The band, Ask Your Mom  , are a bunch of guys who as far as I understand, started just playing around one time and it grew and on and on and on. And there they were, out there, doing something they seemed to have a ton of fun doing, and were actually pretty good. I was jealous. These men doing their thing on stage at the Oyster Fest. It only made the message of "Live it up" that much bigger. Life's too short to be unhappy. Life is just too. Short.

I was so jealous! I mean, if they can put themselves out there in the public eye and rock out, why can't I do my thing here? Enjoy writing and just putting it out there again?

Surprising how an Oyster Fest can bring on such realizations. Wonder what's next?

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Unconventional and Unanswered questions.

As a kid, I never wanted the whole 9 to 5 thing. I wanted early hours, up before the sun, out before lunch kind of life. Where the whole day stretches out before you as you exit your job. So, that's what I did. I bake.

I'm up before 3:30, at work at 4:30. Up earlier during the holidays. The downside is, you're tired. All the time. And people don't understand that. They pressure you to "find a way to deal with it" or "Well, you're just going to have to be tired, then." No! That's not it. I go to bed at 7:30. I'm tired. I was born with sleeping problems. I need to manage it by staying on a routine.

Having those problems, mixed in with my hours is a cocktail of exhaustion. Why do I still do it? Why do I sacrifice a life, so that people can have good desserts to eat? Do I love it? I'm a morning person. I hate sleeping past 7 even on my days off. I'd prefer being at the gym at 6:30 on a day off than watching the news in my pjs.
So you can either you be a little selfish and manage your health to get enough sleep, or you screw your health and stay up till 11. And for the record? The second choice leaves you cranky and insufferable. I'd rather be tired, but lucid and cheerful and bearable to those around me. 

My life feels unconventional. As I was leaving the gym, I saw women dressing for work, putting on make-up, looking business-like and perfect with their hair and dresses. Here I am leaving the gym to go home. To run errands, clean and enjoy a day off.
What is this life?  It's strange and bizarre. But I enjoy it.

No one understands the food industry unless they have experienced it directly or grew up with parents doing it. What is this life? Working on the holidays. A whole weeks worth of hours crammed into a two and a half day period. We don't eat. Unless a kind co-worker decides to bring lunch or you remember to stuff a granola bar in your bag. Sometimes we eat, but usually, we don't. It's just the food industry.

Anyway. Since I've been engaged, I've been thinking a lot about the workforce and careers. Even scarier? I'm turning into "one of those girls". The kind of girl who gets engaged and starts to think about "the future". A house, kids, dogs. Good Lord, shoot me now. I am so not this girl. But I think about it sometimes. Such as, if Matt gets promoted or gets a raise, and starts making really good money. After we get married and I get on his insurance. After my car is paid off. After student loans become more manageable. When we could afford to live with one full time job and one part time job.

What would I do? Would I want to do that? Would we ever get to that point in life?