Thursday, September 24, 2015

El Oh Vee Ee (Baby Don't Hurt Me)

No. Not a review about that one song that made Haddaway popular. Also not a a Hallmark epic about how I found the love of my life on a fine sunny day. Erm.. close. Hello future Hemmingways and Thatchers! Welcome to another long awaited but lazily postponed post detailing the misdemeanors and adventures that are almost non- existent in my life. Today's installment is about love. Or as I like to call it, El Oh Vee Ee. I know it has taken a while to fully understand but I finally get it. I get why artists are so adamant about expressing their undying love for their unknown interest. I get why people are weak in the knees when they're with the one they love. I get why epics were written about them. I also get why people kill for the ones they love.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am in love. Not with myself, but with an actual human being that has limbs, walks and talks and breathes. After the failed... 2 relationships that I've had before (Bosnian guy & German guy), I never thought I would ever let myself succumb to a man. After those two experiences, I never really bothered with men ever again because they were all evil in my eyes and I was better off alone. But now... things have changed. My faith in men has been restored. And the person responsible for this feeling that I literally can't explain is  Cody**. I explained how me and Cody came to be in this post. As you all know, I am not the most expressive person. I'm not your regular Sally Fulloflove or Linda Lovemore. But with this guy, I transform into those two and even more! 

He has positively influenced me and made me understand what love means. So in my interpretation, love is the feeling you have when that person's happiness automatically becomes yours. When that person's achievements make you proud. When that person can't be imperfect in your eyes and will always set the highest bar for everyone else. When you can't get enough of that person. When you still get butterflies even though you are comfortable with that person. When even the sun's warmth cannot match the intense warmth you feel when you think about or are near that person. Love is also much more than this. Everything is intensified.  Love also knows no color, just the beauty of the soul. The best part about love is when it's being reciprocated on the exact same level.

Look at me. If I compared myself to me 3 years ago, we would be two different people when it came to how we felt about love. Man, some people can either f**k love up for your forever or restore your faith in it. Cody was that guy who restored it for me. And the only thing I want right now and for the months, years and centuries to come is for Cody to be a part of them. 

In conclusion, I hope this post wasn't too modern Shakespearean for you and that this would give you something to think about in the coming future. If you'd like to share our thoughts on the topic of love, scroll to the absolute last part of this page and you will see a form filler. Fill in the details and the questions and I will do my absolute best to answer them and even feature them here.  Until then, to infinity and beyond!

 ** Names have been changed to protect the identity of the person and frankly it's none of your business knowing the real name

Sunday, September 13, 2015

A Job I Hate

Hello and tally ho everyone! Sorry for the long hiatus but I was seriously deciding between what to post first and every time I wanted to get to it, something came in the way! But now that I have all the time in the world I'll get straight to it. 

I hate my job. It sucks. It's terrible. I despise it. But why, O, why am I still in it, you ask? Because of the money. There I said it. It's because of the money. Plus, I'm in no position to choose the job of my dreams as I live in a country whereby I do not have the liberty to choose the job I want because not every company wants me (with my super duper cool qualifications too!). To be honest, If I wasn't in this job, I would not have any means of survival, I would not have the money to support myself. 

That's the thing. Sometimes in life we can't choose the life that we want or the job that we want. Sometimes you have to make do and struggle with what you have right now. My moral principle in life is to do something, but to do it well aka excel in it and failure is something that I can't handle. I just have to excel in this job too. Let's just say that the job is terrible. Honestly, what I do is something beyond my tolerance nor is it something beyond my interest.

The job I'm currently in involves selling. It can be craftily described in a variety of ways but at the end of the day, It's still selling. No matter how much sparkle you add to it or how much polish you glaze over it, it's still FUCKING SELLING. And I dislike it. So much. Sometimes I literally want to just walk out in the middle of operations and never come back again. If i could, I would. But I can't so I shan't. Basically several reason could contribute to the overall terribleness of this job. Number one would be the targets. The targets that need to be achieved monthly by the salespeople are quite unrealistic especially in the respective, relevant market.

Secondly, the projects that we are selling. I'll be very fair to say that we do seldom sell projects that end up selling very well... and then we sell projects that end up not making ANY sales. Why? Because a lack of proper research has been done.  Think about it. Why would anyone keep signing up for the same event organized annually if the content has barely changed over the years? Or why would they sign up for an event that contributes nothing to their overall professional development.

At the end of the day, this job is my only source of income and hence I will have to do it well in order to achieve results. Secondly, my job options are very limited. It's not like I'm being headhunted for jobs right now nor is my CV receiving any appraisals from employers. Nonetheless, with the support of my family and my friends and boyfriend, I won't give up. I will land that dream job working for Anna Wintour (or Andre Leon Talley... he's nicer). i will become someone someday. 

And so the conslusion is... I. Hate. My. Job. 

End of.