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Workplace Fairy Tales

Death & Vegas

I only liked  Facebook for when I traveled.  I know you’re not supposed to put you’re out of town; but, I was only ‘friends’ with my actual ‘friends and family,’ and most knew my hectic travel schedule anyway.  And if someone wanted to break in...

Who Doesn’t Like the Truth?

2.12.2014 It has taken me a long time (and hours of therapy) to realize that many of my relationships (both personally and professionally) involved sociopaths.  These relationships started out on a foundation of lies and once those lies were exposed, I could no longer respect...

And The Winner Is…

This happens to be one of the few photos I have of my mom with her eyes actually open.  My sister Amy and I joke that someday we'll do a montage of all those photos.  And then all the ones she took from our childhood...

It’s Called a Heart (Part 4)

Please read: It's Called a Heart (Part 1-3 First) In stark contrast, I entered the hospital in the pediatric wings, and was now in the cardiac wing, which was mainly elderly. An elderly cardiac patient who was in and out of the hospital had a private...

It’s Called a Heart (Part 3)

It’s Called a Heart (Part 3) Read:  It’s Called a Heart (Part 1) and (Part 2) Wow-Sorry, getting this story out may actually take as long as the acutal surgery (5 hours). Finally, the doctors weren't messing around, they wanted to schedule me for surgery as soon as...

The Best of the Best

I remember walking into the writing class at Mesa Community College* and seeing this kid who looked like he never met a gym he didn’t like, tanned perfectly (I wanted to know his secret to an even tan),  wearing a wife beater (to class?), slouched...

THE PRINCE

The theme of this page is a little deceiving.  I’m not some Disney Delusional, just working at a ‘job’ until I’m saved by a Prince. I’m not waiting for some man to run up to me with a pair of Swarovski Crystal, Sofia, Etoile, Gucci’s...

Jesus & His 64 Pointy Disciples

Pink Floyd/We Don’t Need No Education (what my lil ears were listening to at the time of the story). Sitting in my catechism class back in 1979, one Saturday morning, something my teacher, Mrs. S said, snapped me out of my glazed over state.  I had...

God this Girl’s a B*tch, we will be Best Friends.

Sales training for a medical device company is the cross between mini medical school and spring break, sans the wet t-shirt contest. Wet scrub contest just doesn’t have the same ring to it.  And working over a cadaver, hung over, is never, and I mean,...