Rants and Ramblings

Fuck You, Pay Me

So, last week I read Katie’s (aka Fatty McCupcake’s) WTF Wednesday post where she lamented a lack of legitimate, paying, freelance writing gigs. And trust me, that struggle is real.

Jumping off of that, I was excited when I scrolled through my Twitter feed (instead of just going straight to my mentions) for the first time in about a month and saw a call for submission for a women-only anthology that specified “this is paid.” I’m feminine-of-center. I have women writer friends. What a fantastic opportunity! Continue reading “Fuck You, Pay Me”

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Coping Mechanism, Rants and Ramblings

The more you tell me not to rage, the more I want to actually rage.

People exhaust me. This probably doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone, but it’s important to get that out of the way, because it really sets the tone for this blog post.

Another important note to begin this post with: I am not a child. I am thirty-years-old.

You wouldn’t be able to tell on paper, of course. I’m unemployed. I’m in school. I live with my mother. I don’t/can’t/won’t drive. On paper, someone might guess I’m in my mid- to late-teens. That’s probably a fair assumption. It’s certainly an apt reflection of my current life situation.

It’s not as though I’m just sitting idly in my lament. I’m looking for a job. I’m learning to drive. I’m planning my transfer to University to get my bachelor’s degree, start my career, get my own place, and get on with my damn life. It’s just that jobs in San Diego are scarce (jobs I’m actually qualified for are scarcer) and I haven’t quite reached those goals, yet.

Not being quite there yet, however, does not change the fact that I am still thirty-years-old.

And as such, I am very, very tired of people treating me like I am still a teenager. Or a sociopath. If there’s a difference. Continue reading “The more you tell me not to rage, the more I want to actually rage.”

Rants and Ramblings

Why I Just Can’t with Facebook, Anymore

Lately, when it’s come to Facebook, I’ve been drifting away. I stick to a couple of groups I’m in, and that’s about it. It makes me sad, but it’s also been pretty freeing.

I’ve always had a hate-love relationship with Facebook. Not a love-hate relationship, because that implies that I loved it more than I hated it, or at least loved and hated it equally. That’s never been the case, or at least not since I first joined some ten years ago. For the last… I’ll say eight years, I’ve definitely hated Facebook more than I’ve loved it.

Still, for as big of a cesspool as I found it to be, it had its high points. It allowed me to keep in touch with friends I otherwise would have lost contact with. That was enough for me to not completely abandon ship.

Not so, anymore. Continue reading “Why I Just Can’t with Facebook, Anymore”

Adie and Allen Save the World, Rants and Ramblings

Adie and Allen Save the World

A couple months ago, my best blogger buddy, Allen of Das Midnight Goose, proposed we get together digitally, discuss and array of topics, and solve the world’s problems through shit-talking. A conference of complaint, if you will. We’d then share these results with our respective readers. Allen’s post on Monday covered a range of topics both serious and frivolous. Today, my topics are all technology based, because I was feeling uppity that day.

And so, without further ado… Continue reading “Adie and Allen Save the World”

Rants and Ramblings

The Joys of Public Transit

I don’t drive. Not only do I don’t drive, but the most important thing I’ve learned while learning to drive is that I’m also very bad at it. So, maybe it’s a good thing I don’t drive. Not only is it a necessity that I take public transit, but it’s also a public service. You’re welcome.

Still, nothing is a better motivator to learn and improve my driving than riding the bus. The city bus is a cesspool of some of the worst humans the world has to offer. Case in point.
Continue reading “The Joys of Public Transit”