My Aspiration

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.

You will never know yourself or the strength of your relationships until both have been tested by adversity.

Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts that is something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticized only by fools.

Rock bottom was the solid foundation on which I re-built my life.

Choosing to live in narrow spaces leads to form of mental agoraphobia and that brings its own terrors. I think the willfully unimaginative see more monsters, they are often more afraid. What is more, those who choose not to empathize enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude through our own apathy.

Failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than I was and began diverting all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me.

Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

It is our choices ... that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

I have never been remotely ashamed of having been depressed. Never. What's to be ashamed of? I went through a really rough time and I am quite proud that I got out of that.

Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.

This is a woman I hope to some day become even remotely like. Both as a writer, as a woman and as a philanthropist. All of these quotes have given me hope and motivation to be better, and do more. You are my role-model Jo :)

xoxo
Megs

Best. Decade. Ever.

I have always been a huge admirer of some of the star-studded female actresses in the fifties and sixties. Recently I've been itching to implement some of their class & fashion for multiple reasons. Probably the top two reasons are these:

A. I absolutely adore Audrey Hepburn, Ingrid Bergman, Priscilla Lane, Katharine Hepburn etc. for their taste & their dignity.
B. I cannot stand the ever-present need in the fashion industry to dress as sluttily as possible & reveal everything your mother gave you.

That being said, I'm going to try to bring back the fashion that was amazing tasteful and classy from the fifties and sixties. Right down to the hairstyles & makeup. Here are some of my favorite styles:

What I want to say vs. What I really say

So, I've had a few ideas for what I want to write about next, and I think I may have hit a gold mine. I work with some.... special managers. One of them is absolutely amazing and could probably walk on water if she stepped into a body of water. The other three, two of them in particular, are the most selfish, money-grubbing, manipulative, dishonest, uneducated, narrow-minded bunch of greasy car selling bastards I've ever met in my entire life.

To kind of put this into a little perspective, at work we have a huge flat screen TV that is always set on ESPN or ESPN2 for the males that enter into our store. If they get tired of looking at diamonds and jewelry they inevitably make their way over to this TV that's always on. Now, it should come as no surprise to anyone that we have LOTS and lots of time where there's no one in the store at all. On a random Thursday afternoon when it's raining or snowing or everyone is out doing other things, there is literally nothing to do.

So, one day, after I've cleaned the glass displays for the fourth time, I decided that my time would be better spent reading my book, The Agony & the Ecstasy. (I would just like to mention, that the cover of this book consists of Michelangelo's The Creation of Adam & that my close-minded, ITALIAN general manager told me it was pornography..... I have nothing more to add to that other than, that comment's idiocy speaks for itself)

Anyways, I'm standing in my area, perfectly aware of everything going on but happily engaged in my book when I get chewed out for reading "on the floor."

Douche-bag Boss:"Megan, what if a customer walked in and saw you reading?"
Me:"Well _____, they'd probably think, 'I wonder what book it is she's reading.'"
Douche-bag Boss:"I can't have you reading on the floor, Megan."
Me:"Why ____? There's NOBODY here. And there's NOTHING to do."
Douche-bag Boss:"I know Megan but I just can't have you do that. What if the district manager walked in and saw you reading?"
Me:"I dunno _____, he probably wouldn't say a word to me. Every time I do something he doesn't like he never talks to me about it anyways. He just mentions it to you and you end up telling me anyways."

I would like to point out that when the majority of the managers are DOING NOTHING, where is it that they end up for the most part? That's right. THE DAMN TV THAT'S BLARING ESPN.

Now, I have nothing against TV or even SportsCenter. What I do have a problem with is the hypocrisy and bureaucracy that happens every single damn day at Jared, the Galleria of Tom Foolery. What the hell is the difference between silently reading a book in my repair corner as opposed to standing in front of a TV or texting on my phone?

I'll give you two hints.

A penis. And a bonus.

That's all.

Which gave me the idea of starting a little writing experiment. What you want to say to your boss versus what you actually end up saying to him. I'll post it at some point in the next few weeks as soon as I have a spare minute.

Get ready for an entertaining new look at the corporate ladder :)


Loves to all

xoxo
Mega-Mega