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I quit, no really, I QUIT

I quit, no really, I QUIT

Have you ever quit a job? I am sure pretty much everyone out there can raise their hand in a positive “Yes!” to this question. However, have you ever strategically quit your job in a specific way because you absolutely hated it? Probably fewer hands, but still a good majority would be up I suspect.

I have this inkling that a lot of people are dissatisfied with the American job market. In the past five years I have had close friends who have quit jobs, been “let go”, gone on unemployment, and those who have gotten new jobs only to realize the complete bat-shit insane way in which the company they got hired by is functioning. Basically the American job-market and economy is a barely functioning entity.

My job search, after being unemployed, temporarily employed, and seasonally employed for four years, came to a screeching halt about 1 year and 5 months ago. I was hired by the TSA to become a Checkpoint Screener/TSO/that girl who took your water away security “professional”. I could go off on multiple blog entries about the atrocities that befell me (and continue to befall my friends I made at TSA who still work there), but this blog is about my meticulous way in which I said goodbye to my now former employer.

The main reason I plotted so stealthily my way to exit TSA was because of the horror stories I heard from other people about how horrendous management treated employees who were exiting the organization in the past. I have a first-person story of a good friend who had a manager try to push her out of employment before her two week notice was up. Yes. These are the type of upper-management geniuses at work at TSA.




I burned up a bridge that is for sure. But. Sometimes that is just what you have to do. And if you don’t believe me, please read the blog-series below about burning bridges/quitting by a good friend of mine.

I straight up just quit TSA. No notice. They did not deserve anything like that from me and I will hold true to that.. 99.9% of my fellow employees agreed with me. The best way to quit TSA was to just show up and quit, which is exactly what I did.

My plan of action was laid out a week and a half prior to the day I walked into the office and dropped my badges. If you think about it hard enough I’m sure you could come up with the things that I did within a week and a half’s time. We all know what you do when you’re getting ready to quit a job.

So. I did it. I quit TSA and I couldn’t be happier.



Have you ever quit a job? Did you plan out the way you would do it? Tell me below!

Word Count: 479/500

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Camping Part II – Coyote Visitation

Camping Part II – Coyote Visitation

The second, and final, installation of my camping entries. Just a recap: my husband and I went camping in Southern Utah over Veteran’s Day Weekend. We fished, kayaked, cooked food, drank beers, and that was about it. The area in which we camped did not have much else to do besides go 4-wheeling on the sand dunes around the reservoir area. I know what you’re thinking, What the flip was Grandma doing at the sand dunes? Okay, just me? Come on, Napoleon Dynamite people.




We do not have a 4-wheeler so we were treated to the sounds of dune buggies and ATVs at our campsite until about 1 AM on Saturday morning. Did I mention people were also setting off fireworks? Fireworks, ‘MERICA!

We also happened to grill steaks the first night we were there. By the way, they came out amazing. These steaks were seriously juicy and charred perfectly. Strange enough the Coleman camp stove my husband purchased works like a charm. Not only did we grill steaks, but also hamburgers, hot dogs, and we were able to boil water in about a minute for hot cocoa and coffee. Yes, we were really roughing it guys.

Eventually we gathered up all our things like the good campers we are and retired to our tent, which was being warmed thoroughly by an amazing heating contraption my husband purchased off of Amazon. We then proceeded to watch Aziz Anasari’s newest standup routine on Netflix and then drifted off to sleep. Next thing you know…




Seriously. Our campsite was like PartyTown USA until about 2 AM. ATVs going full blast over the sand dunes, people watching movies outside of their RVs on giant projection screens (I kid you not), and drinking/bantering in general. Then came the fireworks.

Eventually everything died down. I was sleeping, dreaming about cans. Yes, cans, being kicked around and crushed. It was odd. I opened my eyes and realized I was in the tent and I heard this sound… of cans. And so I came to the realization that we forgot to throw our garbage away in the dumpster and just outside our little tent a coyote was digging through our trash. You know, like your dog does, except wild, coyote, not-at-all a dog, digging through our trash.

Camping pics below…



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Word Count – 384/400 Wondering why I have to keep to a Word Count? Check out the About Page

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Camping Part I – Ode to Kayaking

Camping Part I – Ode to Kayaking

Over Veteran’s Day Weekend my husband and I trekked to Southern Utah, specifically a place just outside of St. George and right around Zion National Park called Sand Hollow State Park. Sand Hollow boasts great bass fishing in its Sand Hollow Reservoir and (as we found out) lots of 4-wheeler riding on the sand dunes around the Sandpit Campground, which is where we camped.

We went for my husband to fish. Oh right, and me too, kind of. I’ve been in a kayak once before this time. It was a goofy kind of thing a friend and I did with one of those two-person kayaks. It was nothing like kayaking around a lake while also attempting to fish, drink water, eat, and generally spend about three to four hours of an afternoon. On a lake. In a kayak.

The number one thing to know is this: I managed to launch my kayak into the water, paddle around a lake, and get myself back onto the shoreline – TWICE! Honestly, just the act of doing those basic things was a big win for me. You see, when you first start kayaking, you think it’s like this:



But then, when you’re out in the middle of the lake and paddling to the boat ramp and you think you may be having an anxiety attack because some speed boat went by and created all these waves, it’s more like this:



Except, ya know, I’m saying it in my head exasperated while slapping my paddle into the water just gazing at the shoreline that seems to not be getting any closer. I staved off this feeling and did make it.

This is what I did most of the time in the kayak anyway…




Word Count – 289/300

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November 12, 2013450 commentsRead More
Spend that Money

Spend that Money

Foie gras. There. I said it. I spend my money on foie gras. Have you ever had the buttery, delicious, decadent mouth-explosion that is foie gras? And to just flaunt the fact that I am a total glutton-abiding American living as if I am filthy rich and can do what I want, I had it topped on my cheeseburger one night. BOOM.



A friend and I went to Holstein’s which is an overly-expensive burger place situated in The Cosmopolitan, a bouchey casino in Las Vegas that boasts a multitude of over-priced restaurants. Las Vegas is America’s playground. I live here so I get to play more often than others. Holstein’s has on their menu the Billionaire Burger ($28): Kobe beef, foie gras, port onion marmalade, frisee, and truffle mayo. Last night I basically paid 30 dollars for a burger.



I will go out of my way to spend a few more bucks for the better cut of meat or wine from France. It’s what I do. It’s my frivolous purchase, that we all have and don’t deny it – you have something too. Is it purses, shoes, makeup? Tell me below!




Word Count: 191/200

November 8, 201361 commentsRead More
An Intro – Dog Poop

An Intro – Dog Poop

My first entry, which must be 100 words or less. I must strive for brevity, however I wanted to add a bit of humor into it. My husband and I have three dogs and I recently did some maintenance in the backyard, read: I scooped poop. I know, gross. I was just thinking as I was scooping how horrified I would be if one of the poops were to touch me. Strangely enough after I had this thought one of those morsels of doggy goodness flew up and hit my leg.

Words: 91/100

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November 5, 20130 commentsRead More