For Every Action There is a Reaction

Yes. Yes, that is true. These words were said to me recently. But its funny, how people will say things to you, trying to teach you a lesson when really its possibly stemming from something they did in the first place.

I just hate for people to twist and turn a situation around to make it like they are trying to tell you something, or give you words to live by to make you realize the consequences, when in fact they are the root of the problem.

So, yes. For every action, there is a reaction. Always be prepared for the reaction when you do something stupid. And don't try to point fingers at others when you are guilty of treason in the first place.

Trash Cans Flying

During one of my bathroom breaks this morning, I walked in to find the trash can ripped (maybe not actually ripped) off the wall and laying on the floor. While I was in the stall I couldn't help but wonder what happened. Being as imaginative as I am, I came up with a little scenerio of my own. This is what I like to image happened.

First let me say that I work in a four story office that houses many different business and one training facility that offers classes on life insurance and cold calling (I think). These people are quite an interesting group of people, ranging in age types.

So what I have determined happened is a couple girls in the training classes were beefing. There had to be some guy who came to class today, all decked out in his button up and tie, either with some jeans and air force ones, or some slacks and nike dunks (because though they must tell them to wear a shirt and tie, they never have told them not to wear it with sneaks). He was matching and looking fly, smelling good (because you can smell the cologne all the way to next year). One of the girls--she always wears sandals with high heels--offered up the second bar of her twix to said class stud (vending maching is right outside, they are always hogging it). But see, the other girl had been talking with him and making her move on him all week long. Since the class breaks every 50 mintues, she had 45 minutes to sit there and fume.

Finally break time came, and that's when the shit started to fly. The twix girl went in to the bathroom unknowing of what was boiling around her. Mad girl came in and started "talking" to another lady from class, but talking about twix girl. Words were thrown out like "candy tramp". Now, twix girl is pretty smart so she realized that the insults where directed at her. Then the confrontation began...There was paper towels flying, hair pulling, toilets flushing, and it ended with twix girl storming out of the bathroom, where she could be heard saying "Its not speed dating, its class. Get a life..."

Inside the bathroom, once the paper towels settled, mad girl was laying on the floor face down, trash can on her back. The end.....

Now, I'm sure that (knowing the condition of our old ass building) the paper towel holder probably fell off the wall as someone closed the door or slammed a stall. But my story is so much more thrilling---and adds a little flavor to my day.

Thought for the Day

I'm in a pretty weird mood, so here is my random thought for today:

When the lady I despise at work comes in and tells me she likes my perfume because it reminds her of something she used to wear, I want to jump out of my window--only I don't have a window. She is 58, never been married, and a real witch. I don't want to be or do or wear anything that reminds her of herself. Its my favorite perfume, damnit.

She is always comparing us, saying things like "we single girls, we have to look out for ourselves....". UGH. I'm only 28, cut me some slack. There's still hope for me. BACK OFF...

A Few Good Lessons

With Halloween coming up, I have been steady watching the horror flicks on TV. I love them, and love being scared over and over by the same movies each year. There are a few good lessons to be learned in those movies, in case you ever find yourself face to face with the boogeyman.

--If the lights go out, there's no need to head for the breaker box. Just get the hell out of the house! Chances are its not a tripped breaker. And you can bet your skimpy panties the phone is out too. Don't even waste time trying to call someone. JUST RUN.

--After you've seen the same guy following you and he's popped up in about 4 places, its probably not just your imagination. Take cover, because the shit is about to hit the fan.

--When you find the front door is cracked just a little, for God's sake don't slam it and lock the four chains and deadbolts like you want to keep the bad guy out. He's already in the house, fool. All you did was lock him and yourself in. You know once you get all worked up, your hands are going to waste a lot of time unlocking the door.

--Use a little common sense. Normal people don't walk the streets with a knife and mask. Don't taunt him; don't ask questions. Run. Run. Run.

--If you live in a town here some kid flipped out 10 years ago and went on a killing spree at home, its never EVER a good idea to take your stoner boyfriend to his house for some intimate time. Stick to his busted van. Killers get mad when you get freaky in their house.

--If you wake up to the smell of something burning at 3 am, its the devil playing with your senses. Just lay there and risk it; it would be much better just to burn up with the house than to test the devil. Sleep it off--that's why we have smoke detectors.

--When someone you've never heard of sends something in the mail offering up a lot of money to spend the night in a haunted house, don't do it. That can never end well. Just stay at home.

--If you're a little hot in the pants, just give up. I'm sorry, but its a fact--you're going to be one of the first ones to go. Fighting just makes it worse.

--Psycho killers get pretty pissed when you imitate them. Don't do it unless you're suicidal.

Remember these helpful hints to avoid a crazed lunatic! Good luck, don't get caught slipping....and Happy Halloween.

A Cold, Lonely Morning

While I was coming to work this morning, as I was merging onto the highway, I saw a man on the side of the road trying to thumb a ride. I looked at this man, worn and tired, and couldn't help but to feel sorry for him. Its about 45 degrees this morning, and most people are driving like maniacs, merging and swerving trying to get to work on time. And there he was, standing by the road, hopeful of a warm ride.

I know that whatever he has done to get to this point in his life, he made the decision himself. Maybe he has a drinking problem, or a gambling problem or something of that nature--I have no idea. But, I know that he is some one's brother, or uncle--some one's friend or even father. Sure, its possible that he has let people down along the way to where he's ended up, but at the same time there is someone that has had to see a loved one struggle. Maybe I've watched too many episodes of intervention, or lived in the shoes of someone who knows an addict, but I understand the pain and heart ache a person must feel when watching someone stumble in life.

Like I said, I can only speculate about what led up to him hitching a ride on a cold morning, but whatever it is---losing a job or struggling with addiction, whatever--I know that many have shared his embarrassment and suffering. Even myself this morning, while I drove by, with my heat blazing in my car on my way to work. Just something for us to think about before we judge others....

My Newest Bright Idea

After lots of contemplating, I finally know what I want to be when I grow up. Being that I'm already grown, I'm a little late in this discovery, but I've decided I want to be a writer! Ha...I don't have a clue what I want to write about, but one of my friends suggested I start a blog, so here I am. This is my third post, so I thought I would explain why I signed up. I want to write! Not novels, or short stories or any of that---just write, articles, thoughts, whatever, I don't even know.

The real world is a tough place. I don't think many people are actually in the profession they belong, or in one they love. After almost 7 years, I realize insurance is NOT the profession for me---well, to be honest I figured that out a long time ago, but the bills must get paid. Ha...

I've always been a pretty descent writer, so why not write? Except that it leads to the problem of what to write and who to write it for. Seems I had writers block before I even started, but I'm giving it a shot.

Doesn't it seem like such a glamorous profession--like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex in the City, or Kate Hudson's role in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days? If that's what the life of a writer is like, I'm down!

But for now, I guess I'll just see how it goes. Blogging and writing ridiculous things, what ever's on my mind that day. Maybe something will be interesting and one day when I'm on a roll someone will like what I have to say...

But just in case, I haven't told any of my friends about my blog. I'm like Mark Twain a little, anonymous or just under my SHORTCAKE alias. Haha. Ok, that's a stretch.....But whatever, you know what I'm saying...

A Sister's Love...

When I was 6 1/2 I was given a sister--it was the worst thing ever. She was into all my stuff, wanted to be with me all the time, and drew on my barbies! How dare she!? I wanted to mush her face in to the wall most every day....

But as we grew older, we got to know and understand each other. It took almost 20 years, but my sister has become my best friend, my heart. When I look back on how the first years went, I feel regret that I didn't get to know her sooner. These days, if I don't talk to her every day, it seems like something's missing in my day.

I want so badly for her to not have to go thru the things I've been through--tough times with boys or wreckless driving or really anything. I try to give her advice, knowing she has to go thru these things on her own, with the intention of saving her a little stress or pain.

My sister is my roll model, even though she is younger. I try to do things that will make her proud, things that she will try to out-do so that she can be the best at everything. I am so proud of her and the person that she is, and excited to see what's in store for her future. She's the brightest and most beautiful person I know, so I know there is lots more to come.

Don't get me wrong, there are times I want to mush her face into the wall still, or shake the hell out of her so she can just understand where I'm coming from. Most of the time however, its because I'm being too protective. I want only the best for her so she can see what I see in her.

I guess all siblings are like this at some point, but its crazy how long it takes us to realize the value of each other. I hope she can understand how proud I am of her, even when she might not be proud of herself. That's what sisters are for, to see the good in you when you can't see it in yourself.

Actors & Actresses

I've come to the conclusion that we are all actors and actresses. Every day we act--its our job usually. Me personally, I'm not the same person at work that I am at home or around my friends. I play the roll of insurance agent during the day, problem solving and reaching out to people. Don't most of us do that while at work? Don't we play the part of what others want from us? Seems to me tht aamost of those people we interact with at work, we would never converse with on a regular basis if it wasn't our job. That, people, is acting---pretending---roll playing.

Maybe that's how you know you aren't in the profession you belong in, because you are having to act? It leads me to two theories--that yes, our job is to be an actor and just play the part that is expected of us. Or maybe you just act the part until you actually find the job, or part if you will, that is right for you--until you find a position that you in which you can be yourself and still excel.

Either way, I think there are alot of us that deserve an emmy for our acting. Lately, I've come to realize that people play their part so well, that you don't even notice their real personality until they are put on the spot. And then, the differences are amazing--usually one extreme to the other. People act so cool under pressure, being the leader, and once called out they come right out of character and can't seem to find the things to say...can't remember their lines.

Its that trickery that makes for a good roll. A good actor can convince us that they actually are the character they are protraying...

So everyone that knows someone who is a good actor at work, someone who has convinced everyone they are someone when really they are someone totally different, give that person a pat on the back and tell them you think they are doing a great job.

Little do they know that's not really a compliment, because you can see right through the script.