Monday, February 13, 2012

Know thy enemies

I absolutely hate not knowing something that may impact me - whether it is information about something I did wrong, something someone said or pretty much anything else - so when I got an email today about a meeting, I was concerned.

So for my next blog, a top seven list of how to prepare to defend yourself professionally:

1) Refuse to give an answer: I only suggest this when the question is absolutely none of their business. If someone brings up 'One two many', I decline to answer. Why? Because I have freedom of speech and also, this is not my professional writing. This is my method of attracting people to my unique pattern of thoughts and let people know what's going on in my life.

2) Dress professionally: There's something about walking into a room thinking "I look like I'm ready to kick some ass." If you're in sweats, you'll feel like a sock. Wear your power suit and rock it.

3) Don't drink coffee (okay, maybe a little bit) and no coke: Look, you want to be suave and you can't be that person if you're hyped up on java or illegal white substances.

4) Do your homework: Know the complaint, piece together possible situations and solutions. Don't walk into a meeting where you're going to be questioned without having the questions. It's a stupid move because you could be blindsided and wind up picking yourself up off the ground.

5) Don't be intimidated: You're doing a job and mistakes happen. Even if you're wrong, learn from it but don't let people scare you either...unless you've embezzled millions and are going to jail...be afraid.

6) Don't interrupt but don't be afraid to speak either: Do not just sit there in silence. If you were right and you're being blamed for something - speak up. If you were wrong and you're being called out on it - apologize.

7) Anxiety makes you work harder - Let your anxiety work for you and just work your butt off until you're comfortable.

A story to remind me that things get better.

There once was a land - not far from here - actually it was right here where it was ruled by an evil overlord named Fluffy Bunny.

Admittedly, the name Fluffy Bunny did not install fear into the hearts of the students: both nobility and overly cologned (formally known as the unwashed but their union got together and thought this was a derogatory statement as there was quite a bit of humidity in John Saint which lead to default washing). Fluffy Bunny was terrible though - she bit her subjects and pooped in the pepsi cooler. Within weeks, she was an unloved overlord - and the masses revolted.

They borrowed the Baxter Milk truck and chased Fluffy Bunny up a tree where the science students had rigged a laser to a nearby building and fried her.

Fluffy Bunny will be served in the cafeteria tomorrow afternoon with peas, carrots and mashed potatoes.

Anthony Enman has first dibs on a drumstick.

Dear Monday, FU

I hate Mondays - today isn't even a real Monday though. It's a "Let's kick Sam while she's down" sort of day.

From coming back from NFLD and having every bloody plane delayed to an e-mail that definitely upset me this morning, it's been one of those days.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Typing from an airport

I haven't been on here for awhile even though I want to keep writing. It's been crazy busy and whatnot lately. Currently I am sitting on the floor of the Halifax Airport waiting for my flight back to New Brunswick. I just spent the weekend in Newfoundland (St. John's).

While it wasn't the weekend I expected and currently I am rather angry over some lame-ass excuse from some guy who's lazier than a sloth, I will be so happy to just get home, get some homework done, relax with my boyfriend and chill.

That's right folks - I am actually okay with having a boyfriend and realized all the stuff I was feeling was my own insecurity coming out - not him. He's still an engineering student - but no one's perfect.

Anyways, here are some pics from NFLD.













The view from my hotel
The war monument (on the right)
The STIHL sign is for dad :)

Monday, February 6, 2012

You're allowed...

"You're allowed to be confused and unsure."
-comment on my post

Sometimes it's so much easier to hear it from another person. Thanks!