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Life after college in this elusive \”real world\” people are always talking about. New job, new life. We\’ll see how it all goes.

Love!

Oooh, one thing I can say about Vegas. I got these shoes, which I totally love. Yes, my feet were hurting by the end of the night, but I survived!

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The bitch is back

I was inspired to begin reblogging after I started reading the blog of one of my ex-coworkers (she and I briefly worked at the American Heart Association)…. her posts were so delightful to read that they’ve brought this blog back to life. She mostly blogged about getting ready for her wedding, which was cute (but a little much at times) but I felt like I got to know her better.

So I just came back from Vegas where we had a super fabulous bachelorette party for one of my friends. Can’t share the details because you know what they say, “What happens in Vegas…” but it was simply fab. Was looking at the pictures on FB yesterday, though, and I was like, seriously? That whole thing about the camera adding 10 lbs is totally true. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. So now it’s time for “healthy eating” plan to really kick in. I’ve already pretty much given up alcohol thanks to my acid reflux issues, so I suppose carbs are the next thing to go. Don’t worry, I’m not going all crazy crash-diet (lord knows I couldn’t do that — I simply love food too much), but I’ve got two weddings coming up in the next couple of months and I’ll be damned if I don’t look good.

So this morning, rather than look at the diet/workout plan with dread, I decided to look at it as a challenge. You know, like one of those “I saw pictures of myself and suddenly I decided it was time to change my ways” stories in Shape or Self.

They say that beauty is more than a number, blah, blah, blah. Listen, I agree with it somewhat — there are some damn gorgeous women who are not a size 0. But I know that I can look better, so dammit, I’m going to try!

In other news, one of the things Megan does in her blog is talk about things she’s looking forward to/appreciates, so here goes!

1. Dinner with Dad at Reposado tonight. Yum! Super yummy authentic Mexican food!

2. Hip hop class today.

3. Movie + dinner with LD on Thursday.

4. Nails + happy hour with the ladies Friday.

5.  Thai cooking night with my foodie friends on Saturday.

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And… I’m back home. Again.

Hello all. Yes, it has been forever and ever since I last posted. Wow. Let’s see… the last time I wrote I was in Petaluma. Since then, I’ve lived in San Diego (yes, Q., only for a short time, but it still counts!), Menlo Park and now I’m back home.

What happened?

The short story. Girl gets start-up job. Hurts her back. Works part-time for several months. Lives with boyfriend (that’s where San Diego comes in). Moves to Menlo Park. Back pain doesn’t get any better, so she finally moves back home.

If only all of the moving had been as easy as writing those few sentences. Oh man. Boxes of my stuff are still in Petaluma and I know I’ve lost a few things here and there. But I’m happy to be home. Things were really rough when my back hurt a lot. But thanks to a wonderful acupuncturist, an amazing physical therapist and some TLC, I’m on the mend 🙂

It’s kind of nice to take some time off, too. I know the few months weren’t too crazy, but all of the moving around definitely wiped me out. I’ve had a chance to refresh and rethink about what I want to do next.

Now, for the love life update. I’m madly in love with Q. It’s been over a year and seeing his name come up on the phone still makes my heart leap. Sadly, we only see each other about every two weeks, but when we do it is pure bliss. I went down to San Diego this last weekend to see him and we had such a blast. My favorite part was going to Yogurt World in Korea Town and sampling every type of frozen yogurt they had on hand. I know the last few months have not been easy on us… living apart is no fun and I’ve called him many a time with tears in my eyes in search of support during this back pain mess. All of this time, he’s been there for me, and that means so much to me.

The parents are out of town this week, so I’m home alone. It’s been a little lonely, but I’m managing. I’m feeling a little antsy these days, but I’m still not quite ready to go back to work (my back still hurts if I sit too long), so I’m finding new ways to amuse myself. Between my new blog (http://forkitover.wordpress.com) and some other projects, I’m dealing…

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Livin’ in the Country

I live in the Country. There’s no getting around it. It’s about 6 or 7 miles to the nearest “town” (Petaluma’s 6 miles away, Sonoma’s 7 miles away), so if you want to run an errand, you better have a bunch of things planned. Ironically, it took the same amount of time to do anything in Los Angeles, only there it wasn’t because of the distance, but because of the hellish traffic.

Work is going great. For those of you not completely informed of my new job, I am a marketing writer at the family winery. I write marketing material, do some PR work, plan and coordinate special events and assist with tastings. I’m pretty happy with how things are going. It is *so* different from the last job and my stress level has plummeted. I live on the property, so my “commute” is a 10-minute walk. Instead of seeing cars on my way to work, I see cows, bumblebees and crows. And vineyards. Acres and acres of vineyards.

But back to the country life. There are no fiber optic cables to the house, so there is no way to get DSL. It’s pretty tragic. I convinced my aunt to get us satellite internet, so I’m making that happen today.

We are also not connected to the municipal water system — all of our water comes from three reservoirs connected to a water filtration system.

The towns nearby have country fairs and picnics and happy country-looking people. I should add, though, that the restaurants are country-chic and serve notable wines from the area, so it’s a different kind of Country.

And yes, Petaluma has a Whole Foods and a Trader Joe’s, a Coach store and a Banana Republic, so we’re not talking about real hicksville here. But still!

I’ll update more later… back to work now.

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The Next Chapter

I haven’t abandoned the blog forever. Just took a little hiatus. So let me bring you up to date.

I’m back in Santa Barbara for a short bit while I prepare to take the next step in my life. I’m heading up to Sonoma to work for my aunt at the Keller winery while I study for the GMAT (oh, the fun doesn’t stop) and look for a job. Q and I are still happily together (today is his birthday!), albeit apart for a while. He’s in San Diego busy studying for the bar… sigh, I miss him so much. I’ve never dated a guy as wonderful as him. We had some rocky days when he felt I was pressuring him to move to the Bay Area (which I admit I was), but once I took off the pressure, he became the romantic Q I know and love.

But anyway, back to the job. I’ve been asked so many times: What Happened? Why did I leave my job?

I had had enough. The micromanaging editors, the gruesome stories, the bad weather, the long hours, the conservative culture, the constant frantic phone calls from my editors and the copy desk. All for what? Front-page stories? A so-so paycheck? Sorry, not enough. I remember Q asking me point-blank one day: Why are you still doing this? And I couldn’t give him a straight answer. I will always love writing. And I will miss some aspects of the job, but the truth is that I didn’t see a happy light at the end of the tunnel.

From day 1, journalism has been an experiment for me. It was a great way to see different cities and meet a variety of people. But for me — and let me stress that this is personal; I greatly respect some truly amazing reporters I’ve met along the way — it just wasn’t a good fit. Perhaps I’ll end up at a magazine some day. I could see myself there. But why not try something new? So onto something new!

The last few weeks in Chicago were insane. I tried desperately to find someone to take over the lease on my apartment. I finally found one girl, only to have her flake out on me 10 days before I was supposed to move. But, as Q kept on reassuring me, all turned out well in the end. The movers came and took away my stuff, I was able to clean up everything, sell some furniture and get out of there. I had a nice time hanging out with some friends in those last few days. Lunches and dinners consumed nearly all of my free, non-packing time. Q and I spent some blissful days together before we flew off to the same coast, 200 miles apart.

The ‘rents have been out of town for about a month and are finally coming back today, so I’m getting the house ready for their return. On a sad note, one of our cats has disappeared. A woman was coming by and checking on the animals for us and she hadn’t seen her for five days when I returned. I fear it was a coyote 😦

I’ve been sleeping so well lately. And not just because I don’t have to get up early for work. The stress and anxiety caused by the job has been lifted and I’m back to my old self again.

So on to something new!

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Adios Chicago?

My apartment is on craigslist. My furniture is on craigslist. I’ll be buying a plane ticket this week.

Yep, I’m leaving the Windy City.

I apologize for being a slacker blogger… life got kind of hectic. Things have moved very quickly since I last blogged. Q and I are in a serious relationship, trying to figure out what the hell we’re going to do in the next few months and I’m leaving my job and starting a new one.

Um, yeah, this was all really decided last weekend.

A small part of me is going to miss journalism. There were a few stories I was passionate about and I do love the craft of writing. But the days were blurring together. Every day, I couldn’t wait to get out of work. I went to sleep anxious about what the next day would bring — a double homicide? a hit-and-run accident? a corrupt cop trying to defend himself? The job made me a cranky and snappy person (just ask Q). I constantly complained about work.  So it was time to look for something else. I will probably resign this next week. There are going to be some not-so-fun conversations that will take place. I’m terrified.

I’m scared for this next step of my life, but I’m confident it’s the best thing for me. I knew this profession was an experiment, and I tried it for two years. (Almost to the day — I left for Orlando on June 12). I’m ready to move on to something different. Now the question is, what will that be? We’ll see over the next few months.

As for Q. The last few weeks have been a little trying. We’ve been snapping at each other a bit. I think we’re both nervous about what’s to come and the stress is not making things easy. But now things are starting to sort themselves out, so I hope that when he comes back tonight (he’s in Florida visiting his grandma) we’ll be able to enjoy the last few weeks here together in Chicago.

So here goes — 25 more days in Chicago.

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Are you serious?

Today was supposed to be a great day. My story is running on the front page tomorrow, the second front-page story I’ve had in the last two weeks and the fifth (single byline) front page story I’ve had since I started my job.

Instead, it has turned into a day when I am once again reflecting on leaving this place and running away from here.

A supervisor pulled me aside to tell me that my sweater and camisole were “definitely inappropriate for the workplace” because if I raised my arms, you could see a sliver of my midrift or back.

What is this, a convent? And honestly, that is all you have to say to me?

It made me upset because it emphasized how at the end of the day, I am being judged not for my hard work or my success here, but on how I dress. And how I dress matters because I am a young woman. At the end of the day, that is what counts. This supervisor has never said anything to me about my work here. This is the first time I’ve been called into her office, and it’s for this?

Seriously?

It makes me sad because I was beginning to like work and I thought, you know, maybe I will stay here.

No more.

I have no desire to work in an environment where my looks — and, just to be clear, I do not feel like I have ever dressed inappropriately for work — are judged more than my work.

Very sad.

*************

Lyrics from Breaking Benjamin’s “Until the End” came to mind today…

Until The End”

So clever,
Whatever,
I’m done with these endeavors.
Alone I walk the winding way.
(Here I stay)
It’s over,
No longer,
I feel it growing stronger.
I’ll live to die another day,
Until I fade away.

[Chorus:]
Why give up, why give in?
It’s not enough, it never is.
So I will go on until the end.
We’ve become desolate.
It’s not enough, it never is.
But I will go on until the end.

*****

In happier news, I am hanging out with Q. tonight. He’s cooking dinner for us. Hopefully he will cheer me up. I am in need of that right now.

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