No more Vector.

I have half an hour to rant about how much better I feel after quitting CUTCO. Quit you ask? I just started. Well, that was the most pointless leaf I've ever tried to turn over. I went through 3 days of training last week, yes. The first day I was excited. The second day I was still a little excited. The third day I thought to myself What the fuck are you doing. Sorry, mom. I told myself to try it out, it's reallyyy good money. But my thoughts took over last night, well I shouldn't say thoughts. It was probably more reality. I can't do something just for the money. Like I said in my last post, clearly I'm not in childcare for the money. My heart is in it. I love that shit. I could hang out with two year olds all day long everyday. And I will still love it. Selling knives? Ugh, I still can't get over it. I guess I tried, tried to tell myself I would enjoy it. Tried to tell myself I would be making bank, because I would have been. But I understood even better last night that I have a very hard time not being myself. And I can't tell myself I give a shit about something when I don't. I left Kindercare at 1 to go on break and I said to my boos, "I'm going to quit my other job right now." She laughed and told me she wondered how long it was going to last. See? People around me even know it's not me. I told my mom last night that I think this job is why my face is breaking out. The stress of having this, to me, pointless job. I feel this insanely large weight lifted off my shoulders right now. And watch, I bet my face clears up by tomorrow morning.

Tuesday's random thoughts.

I have turned into a major homebody. I don't know what exactly has caused this change. I don't wear makeup to work- Don't worry, I shower. I'm not completely worthless. K, that has nothing to do with being a homebody. But 5 days a week, I don't wear makeup. A girl I work with says I'm ballsy that I don't wear makeup to work. Psh, everyone I work with has seen me from all angles. My most ultimate happy, to my lowest sad or frustration. I have been there for 3 years in two months. Wow. I have no one to impress and my two year olds won't judge me if I have a zit on my face. They just ask what it is and I tell them they have that to look forward to when they get a little older. Thursday, Friday and Saturday last week I had training for my new job and got to dress up business casual and get all foxy and wear makeup. My face is pissed at me right now. I'm breaking out like crazy (like breaking out on my cheeks- who breaks out on their cheeks anymore?) and I think it's because my face isn't used to having makeup on it. Can this be? Or maybe I'm stressed. Maybe I'm stressed about the fact that I have absolutely no interest in my new job and just have it for the money? Ha. I have never until this point in my life, had a job striclty for the money. Clearly, I'm not in childcare for the money ;) I'm headed in so many different directions right now with this blog, jeez. What also made me think last week, that I have turned into such a homebody, well I guess I think this almost every week; Fridays and Saturdays are just like any other day of the week, different only because I get to sleep in come Saturday morning. Friday nights I want to get home from work, clean my apartment, work out make a delicious dinner, and read my book or hang out with my boyfriend. Exciting side note: I have been doing the 40 minute workout instead of the 15 minute workout on my Jackie Warner DVD. This is sad. But still an accomplishment. I used to be able to do the 40 minute like nothing and then tried it and failed miserably a couple weeks back. So I downgraded myself to the 15 and have slowly worked my way back up to the 40. High Five! I bought myself some cute, purple 5 lb. weights and I'm back in business. Tomorrow I have my first Vector 'Advanced Training' meeting. I'm supposed to get together every Wednesday night with my new co-workers. I'm not sure exactly what we do during this hour and a half but I do know this: I will be dressed up and motivated to meet all my lovely girlfriends I have been neglecting for ladies night these past couple Wednesdays. I need to do my best to start doing that again. I informed my new manager that I will be missing next weeks advanced training meeting because I will be at Britney and Nicki. I told him it was "way more important." 

Cliff hanger. 

Stop for a minute:

And

 Be thankful for what you have. Always.

As of today, I am fully done with training for my new job and officially a CUTCO representative. After my first day of training on Thursday, I was asked to stay after with another girl. We were told  we did such a good job during our role-playing and mock appointments that our manager wanted us to come in a half hour early on Friday for some doughnuts and juice and to get to know him and the assistant manager a bit better. Hm, that was good start. Yesterday at the end of our training, we were asked to write down some more contact information and on a scale of 1-10 how hard we wanted our manager to push us to complete our goals. Goals, meaning appointments and in turn meaning sales, meaning mooolaa. I am already fully aware, and somewhat jealous  of the people I am training with because I won't be having a ton of appointments during my first week, or ever for that matter, due to me having a full time job and this only being second priority. Although, I don't know if I could have this as my full time, main job. I don't think I'm interested enough in the product, even though it is way sweet. So on my scale of 1-10 (10 being pushed the hardest) I put 4. Like I said in my first post about the job, I don't really think my manager knows how to handle my personality. "Kelsey, I see you put 4." "Yeah, I was going to put 1 but. Like I said, this is my second job, second priority, and I wanted something flexible so I can accomplish all the things I want to during my weeks and still make a little extra money. I know what I have to do and I can be the one to push myself to accomplish my goals." I'm anxious about my first appointment. We were supposed to come into training today with the most appointments we could make for ourselves for our first weekend/week. One guy I trained with brought in 15, one girl brought in 10 and I brought in 2. This made me laugh. I told him, I chose to bring in only 2. I think he wants/expects me to be a little more into this whole thing than I really am. I told him today, I didn't mean to disappoint him but this is how it's going to go if he wants me working for his company. Oh, did I mention I am the oldest one working in the office? Well, we're based out of the office, not actually working there. My branch manager is 20. My assistant manager is 20 also, and everyone I trained with is 18. Of course, I look the youngest. It will be interesting to see how this all pans out. 

On a more exciting note for me! ha. I started and finished a new book.

And I'm on to another one of her's: 

 I think I've stumbled upon my new favorite author. Well, definitely top 5.

More new beginings.

About three weeks ago I replied to a customer service job posting online at Craigslist. I love Craigslist. flexible hours you make, mornings, afternoons, evenings, have to be good with people, have experience working with people, $15 base pay. Um, I can do that! I call with absolutely no idea what I'm calling about and hit it off/chat it up with the receptionist. "Well, you sound like someone (the managers name) would really like to meet, so why don't you come in at 5:30 for an interview?" "5:30? as in an hour?" "Yep, just throw on something professional and bring a pen and paper." Okayyy, you can't tell a girl to throw on something professional in an hour and look good after working and sweating all day long with kids and owning only a few "business professional" things for that matter for that reason- you work with kids. Well, I put on something professional, heels and all and went to an interview with still no clue what I'm interviewing for. The manager is this tall, awkward, wanna-be-business man who's in his 20's. These were my thoughts when I returned home from the interview, I now feel different about him having spent this whole work day in training with him. Back to that day, I meet with him for about 15 minutes, throw him some sarcasm and periodically laugh at how he carries himself. I don't think he knew how to handle my personality. He walked around with a mug. It should have said, "#1 Boss" for a better effect. Then after that, I go into a room with 4 other people and we watch an hour and a half long power point on the products the company deals with. Oh my god, I didn't sign up for this. "Take good notes", he says. I took a few then put my pen down. After the power point everyone met with him one on one one more time when they were told whether they seemed to fit the job or not. "Kelsey, I just want to know if you are still interested, I saw you stop taking notes almost half way through the power point." "I'm still interested, I just didn't think a lot of it was relevant. I feel like I got the most important points. Isn't that the purpose of notes? You don't write down everything." "Okay, Kelsey, I like you're lets-move-on-we-have-other-important-things-to-do- attitude and I'm I'm wondering if you like good news?" You can imagine the look on my face as I said sarcastically, "Who doesn't?"

Long story, not so short, I am a new sales representative for Vector, a company who works in part with CUTCO products. Ever heard of them? Kitchen appliances, mostly knives, hunting and fishing accessories and then some- pretty awesome stuff. I can't stop thinking about how my manager cut a penny during our interview and how I got to do the same today. We don't go door to door- that's lameO and I would never. It's all appointments made through people you know and the people they tell about the products so I will always be selling sweet shit to people I know. You make $15/hr base pay or 10% of the sales- which ever is more. Easyy.Telling the manager I could sell a comb to a bald man probably did it. ;) since I have absolutely no experience in sales. Retail? yes, little, but sales? No.

I'm so excited that I have a second job that I can dress business professional at. Not that I don't love my khakis and kindercare polo with all my heart but I do love a good pair of heels that get to stay on all day long. Today was my first day of training and I'm excited to get this goin. I totally went out on a limb when I called that day, and laughed to myself and friends as I found out just what my new job would be. But, I am thinking I'm going to love it. And a ton of people came to mind who would just love these products. Joel thinks it's quite ironic that knives are my worst fear and that soon I will be selling them. 

 Well, new second job.

Hump Day?

Hey Heyy! It's Wednesday! Happy hump day! I actually applied for a nights and weekends job last week at a liquor store and while I was there filling out my application, the owner/manager said, "Ahh it's Wednesday.. Hump Day!" Wow, I think  I could fit right in here! "Where did hump day ever come from anyways?" I asked. "Because it's in the middle of the week.." I still don't get it. 

Moving on! Today was one of those days were I didn't love my job so much. I had a new little boy in my class. New boys and girls are so hit or miss. This one, takes the cake. I am not lying to you when I say I listened to him cry, scream, throw a leg- kicking-arm- flailing- tantrum from 9:20 this morning until he fell asleep for his nap at 12:15. Then he woke up a few times, cried and screamed some more and fell back asleep until 3:30 when he woke up a completely different child. What? It's easy to deal with sometimes when you just put yourself in their position. I am two. My mom has left me. I know noone. What the heck is going on?? There's structure. I can't do whatever I want. I have to put things away when I'm done with them? It's quiet thee adjustment. I understand. But jeez, let your teacher hug you and explain some things to you. This child just wasn't having it. And I realized when mom picked up that he is probably that same exact way at home with mom and dad. Mom had to pry him off the bike and then he proceeded to yell "NO!" and kick both shoes off. Ah I love kids. My mom always says she can't wait until I have kids someday. Because I have this weird thing where I think I know everything about how I'm going to parent my children. Last weekend while my mom and I were eating at Olive Garden a lady and what looked like a two year old, sat down to have lunch. My mom turned to me and said she would have never in her right mind done that. Because of how horrible I was when I was younger. Damon, my brother, was the chill one who was cool with everything. My mom says I came out bitching. Hm, I can believe that. Fits my personality a bit. She said taking me out anywhere was a complete nightmare, I was loud and obnoxious. Hilarious.

On another note: It's Ms. Kylie Shea Jinks' birthday today! Happy 23 years my love! Of course you get a birthday shout out if James got one! ;) Let's have many many more, shall we!

 

I wish I loved baked goods. Then again, I'm so happy I don't.

Cheddar brats- 1 Kelsey- 0

I don't have a clue what to do to motivate me to work out. My first year out of high school, I was going to school for personal training and for class had to do two hours (in all) of work outs 5 days a week. One strength training class and one physical training. When you are in the habit, you feel like you cannot go on if you miss a day of working out. Jordan, don't even comment on how somedays I would just sit and ride the bikes verses lifting weights ;) Getting buff like a man was all in my head but hey, buff chicks aren't so sexy in my opinion. When I say buff chicks, I am referencing female weight competitors. So some of those days I chose to sit and pedal on the bike and get my work out that way. Gosh, I should have taken so much more advantage of those classes. Now, it has been so challenging for me to get back into a routine of working out and sticking to it. Sadly, I haven't been able to run since high school, after I hyper-extended my knee. I've learned that I just have bad knees, unfortunately, because sometimes when I do certain workouts, the knee that starts to hurt isn't even the one I injured. What gives? All I want to do is be able to run again :( Maybe that is where I am struggling. I am not allowing myself to get over the fact that all I want to do is run. Excuses.. excuses.. I wish I was moved into my new place, used to paying my new bills, saw how much money I had left each month and was able to take on a membership somewhere. As you probably know, there is little little space in a studio apartment and working out just isn't going to be something I'm able to do in there. Although, I suppose I could set up my yoga mat alongside my bed. Hmm. My mom says I should go for walks. I like walks, don't get me wrong. But I prefer to break a sweat- that's when I feel like I've really accomplished something. I think I need to start myself a challenge. And reward myself when I accomplish this goal/challenge. My girlfriend has told me that I can start going with her to her gym for two weeks and use her guest pass. I think I need to do it. Maybe it will make me fall in love with lifetime fitness. As for now, I am going to concur my green beans and cheddar brat(s) Eating just sounds so much more enjoyable. Fail. 

 

Quite simple.

ps. I just finished Water for Elephants and it is as amazing as everyone said it was going to be. Read it if you have not. I read it in 3 sittings. Now I will crave the movie until it comes out on dvd.

The love I need to see me through.

This morning my mom and I went to Home Goods. That place is dangerous and absolutely wonderful all at the same time. I feel so excited that I'll be moving into a new place by the end of the summer and I am even more excited that I am doing it all on my own. I came home today with my 3 glass containers for my flour, brown sugar, sugar; measuring cups, new silverware, mixing bowls- ah forget it! Just a ton of kitchen stuff! And I got the most amazing apron. Which I am truly obsessed with. I texted Joel while in the store still, informing him of what I had just found. I have been looking for the perfect apron for awhile now. Everyone I find is either cute, but too frickin long, or short and ugly. This one is absolutely perfect. I informed him right away that it was short, pretty, girlie and classy :) I see myself in it, heels and a glass of wine. Now I just need to learn how to cook a little better ;) I'm getting there, you'd be surprised. I finally got myself a new litter box. One that is covered. My kitties are still under a year and insist on playing with everything. So, of course, after I clean out their old littler box, fill the new one and put it in their corner, Olive is inside and Oscar is outside and they are swatting at each other through the little flap door. Every day I think about living in my new place. I am so happy. Things really seem to be working in my favor at this point in my life and I feel so blessed. 


I started reading Water for Elephants on Thursday night and am more than half way through it. I stayed home last night, did laundry and read. I was just going to say, "That's how good it is!" But who am I kidding? I would almost always rather stay home and read a good book than go to the bars. ha I am 23 and saying that. Hilarious. My girlfriends think I'm crazy. But I can't stop reading it. Although, I am taking time to blog. I figured I haven't sat down and shared my thoughts for a little while. I brought it to work on Friday because I sometimes sit outside on the Preschool playground and read on my lunch break. Which is so relaxing. But all I did Friday was sit and think about how badly I wanted to read my book instead of taking care of the babies. Just kidding. Kind of ;) Gosh, every time I am in that baby room I think to myself how crazy in love I can imagine I am going to be with my kids when I love other people's kids as much as I do. It makes me laugh. 


Last week, Joel was laying in bed while I was getting ready for work and pulled up tickets for Florence + The Machine at the MN Zoo amphitheater this coming Friday. Tickets were $54. After I left for work, Joel went home to purchase them, and found out that they had just became sold out. Now that is just the most unfortunate news ever. Now, as I look online on Ebay and Craigslist they are up to $890-- most likely an amazing, life changing concert. Next time, we get them the day they go on sale. On a good note, I will be going to see Brittney on July 6th. That is going to be madness if you ask me. And with crazy, fun girlfriends as well- what more could I ask for? 

If ever you feel down- watch this video. It will make your insides happy. I promise. 

Finally able to venture.

I really want to finish my book right now but I am far too jacked to read. I got this lovely, wonderful, purely awesome news yesterday that I will be the new renter to this amazingggg studio apartment in downtown stillwater starting August 1st! BONER. You familiar with downtown Stillwater? You know those stone steps by the old Starbucks as you first get into town? Yeah, those are in my backyard. No big deal. I found the post on Craigslist- of course, everything comes from Craigslist (even the super random second job I got last week. But that will come later.) Old studio apartment, hardwood floors, upper part in big old house from 1860- siiiggnn me up! The place is small, it's a studio, but it's perfect for me. Three rooms in all- bedroom, bathroom, kitchen. The bedroom is basically the living room, if you are familiar with studio apartments. So good thing I didn't take it upon myself to purchase a couple couches, like I thought about doing this last week. Also, on Craigslist:) The table I have been using as a small desk will go in my kitchen with a couple bar stools but that is pretty much the only place there will be to sit. So no huge entertaining for me in this place, although I have a lovely nice front and back yard for bags, testicle toss, and other fun, summer drinking games and then we can proceed down to the bars via stone steps in back yard. I told Joel, really the only place for us to sit are those bar stools or my bed. He didn't mind that all too much, for it will force us to be on the bed more he says ;) I am so excited for the change and so glad I am able to do this by myself. I have always wanted to live alone and do everything the way I wanted to do it. Now is my chance. Living with girlfriends does sound like a lot of fun, but I can pretend I live with them when we all crash somewhere together on the weekends. Although, it won't be at my place! I have always loved my own company but in the last few weeks since my roommate moved out, I've grown to love it even more. Not anticipating that door opening is amazing. Pictures to come:) Although, you have to wait until August first, unfortunately! 

I've said it many times and I'll say it again, "Life, I love you!"