Rants in 30: Just Do the Goddamn Dishes

I’m generally a ranting and raving person.  I’m pretty sure I get it from my mother, who to this day still rants to herself. (She thinks because she does in more of a whisper than a shout that we don’t notice.) But I do it all the time.  So I figured with a blog titled…

New (misad)Ventures

So something pretty cool happened about a month ago. I was contacted by another blog site to come on as a content contributor. I am super stoked at this opportunity to broaden my reach and strengthen my skill as a writer & blogger. My Trending Stories (MTS) is sort of similar to Thought Catalog and…

Row 3, Space 2: Where Everything Will Fit

I’m sure there’s some statistic somewhere that says x% of people have worked in a retail environment at one point or another.  Some do it for the summer in high school to support their latest iPhone addiction their parents finally made them pay for, others do it to get through college years and pay for their…

A Funny Little Story of Friendship

Twenty-one.  That’s how old I was when I first met Sheryl Stroud. It was 2009. She was a vibrant, friendly, no-nonsense woman with whom I had been playing phone tag.  I was on the hunt for a new job and had put my resume out on some websites hoping for a bite.  I can’t remember…

My Mexican Mother is in a Fight While Riding A Horse 

So. Today I left work feeling extremely frustrated because, well basically my high end, top of the line company wants my store to look like something close to party box exploding in a Walgreens. Small holidays are no longer small holidays and everything has be celebrating on a level 30, all the while posting on…