Hi, web friends/readers.
I have been awful at neglecting you guys. Lots of changes happening (which I will fill you in) and therefore keeping me away from my blog.
I don't have a particular story for you today so I figured I'd just give you a peek on what's been going on with me.
For starters, I started a new job! After about 2 years at the previous hell hole I was offered a position 6 miles from home, total commute of 15 minutes with traffic! After sending an epic email to my boss regarding my "final thoughts" I flew outta there and gave myself a little vacay before the new job.
I was familiar with the new property, I knew it was a little rough but was ready for the challenge. So I thought. My first day as I'm touring the community with my new manager, SWAT team happened to be suiting up in the parking lot. Was that a red flag? Sure, but as we know, I don't really pay attention to those things. I didn't ask questions and we just steered clear of the team. Caught up in conversation we made the wrong turn in our golf cart and ended up riding past the building where SWAT had their guns drawn. I just kept thinking, "really?" "On my first day?" and, "I'm gonna be pissed if I get shot, I have plans tonight." I survived the first day, getting cussed out a few times by irate residents who happen to see me as a real easy target to go ham on (but looks can be deceiving, my friend). I returned the second day only to find the local police back again, this time due to a domestic dispute which ended up in some poor fool getting tazed trying to jump one of our fences.
After telling my boyfriend these instances over the next few days, he surprised me with a gift. He is just so thoughtful, I thought it was the sweetest thing to get me something because he knew I was struggling with my new endeavor. The "surprise" wasn't the type of gift I was expecting... it was a taser. A hot pink, 7 million-volt taser. To keep on me at all times. This might take the cake on being over-protective, but after a lesson on how to use/charge and not accidentally tase myself, I am armed and ready!
Luckily, I have not had to use it and hope I never have to. Although if I do, I hope someone gets it on video. And that it's not on a day where I overslept and didn't have time to do my hair.
In other news, I have started taking BJJ (Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu). I figured if my boyfriend is such a beast at it, surely I'll have the upper hand considering I can get lessons whenever I want. HA! Well if that wasn't so far from the reality of it. I want to get more experience under my belt (my white belt, that is) before blogging too much about it. I can say that I am learning a lot about myself in the process and just how competitive I really am, and how I handle pain (surprisingly well, until I get home). I still curl my hair before almost every class, I don't know if that will ever change. And I did get a pretty sweet GI, even if I don't do it justice.. yet.
I promise I'll brainstorm some new material for you, in the meantime I hope this will suffice.
-M
