I basically pay Netflix $8 a month to keep re-watching The Office. I'm probably on my 7th time to watch the series in order, but who's counting? It started out as a procrastination tool my last semester of college but it’s now become part of my nightly routine. It's not that there's isn't any other binge-worthy show on Netflix - I just can't find anything funnier compacted into 20 minute episodes. In these last 7 times of watching The Office though, I've actually learned a lot that I've applied to my life in an office. I've summarized these lessons for you, my fellow millennials.
Read MoreTo begin, I must admit that I’m not entirely sure of the lasting impact of the coming narrative. This post, quite possibly, will lack the crisply tucked corners and carefully tied bow that others might use to envelop their blogs. But if you’re okay with wrapping paper that must again be cut once the present has been partially wrapped, then you are invited to listen along. (Writer’s Note: The writer is not trying to be self-deprecating, but rather aims to inform and caution you to always manage expectations.)
This story takes place on a Thursday in late August, the day before my lovely roommate Abby’s birthday. Abby’s boyfriend helped me get her out of the apartment so Operation Birthday could commence. Because what fun is baking a cake while the intended recipient is watching? Zero fun. I much prefer sneaking around and using code names. Things were running fairly smoothly, all things considered, when I realized I was missing a key item: string with which to hang up the piñata.
Read MoreNo matter how much you love your job, internship or grad school sometimes you just need a break right? Put simply, humans are not meant to work every single day of their lives, following the same routine and seeing the same sights without experiencing some adverse mental and physical side effects… i.e. Stress, anxiety, binge eating, increased alcohol consumption, insomnia, high blood pressure (all of these things sound awful and terrify the closeted hypochondriac inside of me). Granted I’m not a doctor nor have I taken a science class since senior year of high school but WebMD is such a handy tool for self-diagnosing. How can we combat this burnout from happening to ourselves?
Nerd fact: Burnout is an actual psychological stress syndrome that occurs as a response to chronic emotional and interpersonal stressors on the job that according to Gabrielle Karol is way too common in women under-30.
While vacations are wonderful, sometimes they aren’t always realistic to all of our dismay. However, we all owe it to ourselves to take a break and get away.
Here are some of the ways we can fulfill the Dalai Lama’s advice.
Read MoreIronically, change seems to be the only thing that’s truly constant right now, and I can’t put into words how strange this transition is to me, this confusion and this clarity, this first year. I find myself worrying as I look back and worrying as I look forward, never fully accepting the now because right now is the now and I can handle that just about as much as I handled the Friends finale (which I didn’t handle at all) ((“she got off the plane” … don’t even tell me you didn’t cry over that)).
Read MoreWhen I started my job search as a recent college graduate, negotiating salary was intimidating. Thankfully my first job offered my goal salary with the promise of a raise upon exemplary performance. Great; everything was smooth sailing for about a year.
When I hit my one-year anniversary I began plotting how I would ask for a raise. “Ok, once the annual report is in, I’ll ask before the board meeting in January.” Well the annual report wasn’t where it needed to be for me to ask for a raise. I’d done well in sales, but we had some substantial expenses so I chickened out. I could wait.
Granted, during that time I was working hard. I worked every weekend in January and 11 weekends straight from Easter to the mid-June. I’m sure there were opportunities to ask for a raise during that first quarter but I wanted to make sure that as an institution we were profitable so my appeal wouldn’t be viewed as greedy or selfish. I asked for advice from my parents, friends, friends’ parents—anyone who had insight into the best practices of business.
Here’s what I heard: You should be formally evaluated once a year. Normally a raise is given to cover inflation so ask for 5% but expect 3%.
Read More“It’s your freshman year and you’re gonna be here for the…” (it’s okay you can go ahead and finish the lyrics—we all know you just channeled your inner T-swift). Take out “freshman,” add “senior” and fast-forward to the part where she sings about her best friend Abigail. You know, the one who gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind? Yeah, that was me.
The summer before your last year in college is meant to be the most enjoyable time of college, but mine was far from it. I’ll spare you the details, but that summer put me on a plane to visit a boyfriend interning in Nashville. Little did I know that as soon as school started I’d be the last thing I expected: heartbroken.
Read MoreSo it turns out that life isn’t like the movies. I know. This is some groundbreaking stuff.
But seriously, if I’m being honest with myself I’m waiting for my montage to kick in. You know how movies go? You’ve got the opening credits and exposition, the dilemma and then the music montage where the main character finds her stride, all to some upbeat song that communicates how successful she is about to be. Imagine my disappointment when I realized that the not-so-feature film of my life will not have a bumpin’ soundtrack. I’m tellin’ ya man, post-grad life can be a real buzzkill.
However, if there’s one thing I’ve learned on this earth, it’s that the truth is more interesting than fiction. Here are some 100% true scenarios of my life. Movie-worthy or not, this is the real deal.
Read MoreAs a freshman college student I fit the standard for the normal, all-American girl. I had a boyfriend whom I loved, a sorority I belonged to and a dear group of friends. My parents were very supportive of my wishes and needs.
However, as my college years went by I began to draw myself out of my comfort zone. This is how I realized that the community I had surrounded myself with was not challenging me for the better. This isn’t to say that I’m not thankful for the time that I had in my undergraduate years, but it is true that I’m most grateful for the instances that allowed me to escape my “bubble.”
Read MoreI’m currently working at a restaurant while I try to sort everything out/update my resume with community service projects I did 12 years ago just to make it look more impressive/deny my life. And customers who – (I’m not sure if my persona just screams confused grad, or if they somehow already know) - ask me what I want to do or what I went to school for usually respond to my answer like so: with a sympathetic head tilt, quizzical nodding, an extra dollar in the tip jar, and then of course, there are those who straight out ask: “Why?”
So I shrug and offer my most self-deprecating smile when all I really want to say is: “Because I like to write, have you read anything by Fitzgerald lately, literature is great, and do you want French fries with that?”
But I just figure it’s easier to answer the first way.
Read MoreHonestly, I have struggled with self-confidence and acceptance of my outer appearance for a very long time. But as I look back on my experiences, I have reflected upon how much I have grown in this area. Perfect? Not even close. Flawless? Only when I sing Beyonce.
So, I present to you 5 ways to improve your self-confidence.
Read MoreI think we can agree that “Am I good enough?” is a question we’ve all asked ourselves. Everything we’re starting these days is brand new. Did we learn enough in school to succeed in the real world? How much are we expected to know when we’re brand new?
For me, my biggest issue with the real world is wondering if I’m good enough at what I’m doing. I want more than anything to work in the broadcast industry. I love storytelling and I think 21st century journalism is live storytelling because we now have the technology to do so. We have the ability to be there as real news is unfolding. What more could I want than to be able to tell the public about things that are happening in the moment?
Read MoreReal talk: I’ve been sitting on this post for quite some time, writing and rewriting it, unable to find just the right words for this muddled grey within me. It’s like those magnetic words that you string together on your refrigerator door. I’m scrounging around this box of scrambled words within me, attempting to arrange them in a way that can adequately communicate the place I’ve recently found myself in.
So let me be straight-up with you: I’m not okay.
But hold up, is that okay to say? Can someone like me who has lived the most pain-free, comfortable life admit something like that without sounding melodramatic, ungrateful and attention-seeking?
Read MoreCurrently my favorite adulthood novel (this coming from a girl who feels that definitively picking a favorite book or movie is akin to a mother choosing which of her children she loves most), Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is a touching narrative about the significance of family, the human experience through love and grief and the real impact a person can have on another’s life.
Read MoreOn August 8, I bought a car. I don’t even know where to begin with this post because it’s about 6 years in the making.
Only a handful of people know this but I actually didn’t have a car consistently until my last semester of college. My close friends know it’s been a soft spot for me to talk about. Yes, I know how to drive and I’ve had my license since I was 17. But being the middle child and the third to go to college left me without a car to call my own. It’s not that my parents didn’t want to buy me a car, they just couldn’t. Every year we would have the same discussion about how we could move cars around in the family or possibly buy one for me but every year it came down to either paying for school or for a car, and I wasn’t about to stay in my hometown just to be able to drive to a community college.
Read MoreLike many of my new and exciting ventures, the very one you are reading began with a call to my best friend, Madeline.
“You could write about the men,” she offered.
“The men?” I questioned.
“Yeah. All of the crazy men youʼve dated.”
“The crazy men?” I once again had to question her.
“Yeah, you know. There was that 40 year-old man or the really interesting one that went away for a while... Or that cheese dip. You could write about the most perfect beer cheese dip in all the land.”
On to the crazy men.
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