Ch…Ch…Ch…Ch…Changes. January 25, 2011Posted by jeneypeney in all growed up, grad school, i wish i was still in college, life, piss and moan.
I know I haven’t been around the blogosphere much at all lately. I have lost twitter followers, blog readers, and everything in between and I wish I had an awesome excuse for you as to why.
What I do have for you, though, is an obligatory and typical “I’ve changed” blog post that proceeds a very long, lackluster period of blogging in which the blogger tries to explain said long, lackluster period of blogging while trying to be entertaining
and usually failing.
During the 365 days that were 2010 and the past 25 days that have been 2011, I’ve made a lot of big life decisions.
First of all, I decided to start grad school… while working full-time. I figured I could handle it since I worked part-time while I was a full-time undergrad. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a poor judgment call. In reality, doing anything while you work full-time in athletics is effin’ HARD. (I am proud to
gloat say that I am currently a 4.0 grad student so far!)
Then, I decided to toss in planning and paying for a wedding on top of all that.
I am afraid to say that all of this has caused me to…
::insert foreboding DUH DUH DUNNNNN noise here::
… grow up.
I know, crazy right?
Honestly though, I’ve completely lost interest in all the things my friends (who are younger, still in school full-time, single, etc.) are interested in.
I no longer have any interest in going to a party in which I will not know anyone. If there is potential for the party to become any sort of “rager”, I’m staying home.
On that note, I really have no interest in going out at all anymore. I’d rather sit around with my friends, have a few beers, and play cards. (And no, I don’t mean card games like Eff the Dealer or Circle of Death.)
If I do have the urge to go out, I really only want to go to the bars if it is on a “dead” night or if there are tables I can sit down at and have a conversation at. No people, no loud obnoxious music, and no seizure inducing strobe lights, please.
Lastly, I catch myself not wanting to hang out with my single friends as much because I feel like I’m an “outsider” now. Which blows my mind because I never felt like that when I was the single friend… but now I feel like I have nothing to talk about with them anymore.
And I feel this way with the blogosphere, too. Which is why I barely blog anymore.
I feel like I’m in this sort of blogging purgatory where I’m not quite one of those awesome “married bloggers” yet where I write about how insane my life is being attached to someone else nor am I one of those “cool, funny” bloggers anymore who just write about how insane their life is.
My life isn’t a funny sort of insane like it used to be – it’s just insane. And no one wants to read about that.
Why working in athletics sucks sometimes… June 15, 2010Posted by jeneypeney in femme writes, girl problems, i wish i was still in college, i'm a moron, life, piss and moan, post grad dilemma, sports, the 'f' word, women's writes, workin girl.
I had originally wanted to write this for Femme Writes, but I am obviously a whole ten days behind the deadline. However, something happened this past week that I have to address.
I’m a sports nut.
I have a box with a football, softballs, glove, volleyball, basketball, soccer ball, hand pump, and softball bat in my trunk – just in case.
I refuse to make plans on Sundays during football season because, duh! The game is on!
The Actual actually has issues watching sporting events with me because I get so worked up (“What the hell was that?! My dog could have caught that goddamn football!” “Who in their right mind would swing at that shit?! Worthless!”).
I also happen to be lucky enough to work in the same area I am so passionate about – athletics. And although the role of women in athletics (especially collegiate athletics) has continually increased over the past several decades, my particular field (equipment) is severely lacking in the double X chromosome department.
I was in Tennessee last week for a conference where I was one of maybe about a couple dozen women in a sea of over 500 athletic equipment managers. That, doubled with fact that I was a new, young face in the crowd, meant I kind of, sort of stuck out. (Best pick up line of the week? “We may be in Tennessee, but you’re the only ten-I-see!”)
Being a woman in the athletic work field, I have become used to the off-hand comments and subtle belittling that comes with it; it all just makes me work harder.
But this week, I was shaken so bad at one of my seminars that I almost spent the rest of the day in my hotel room.
You see, I was in a seminar called ‘Helpful Hints’, which consisted of us equipment managers sharing our own hints and shortcuts for the group. I decided to get up and share my ‘hint’ about donating the hotel toiletries athletes leave in their travel bags to battered women’s shelters or homeless shelters in town. I ended my hint by saying, “If you have a SAAC, you should get them involved as well.”
Of course, considering the room was full of 99% men, they heard me say, “If you guys have a sack, get them involved!”
For the remainder of the conference, I was known as the girl who talked about sacks in the Helpful Hints meeting. I was absolutely mortified. Not because I unintentionally mentioned a man’s private parts (Lord knows I do that intentionally on a normal basis), but because no one would drop the damn subject for the rest of the week.I had lost credibility because of my verbal slip.
I can’t help but wonder if the same thing would have happened if I had been a man and actually had a sack of my own?
I am just as intelligent, talented, and damn good at my job as any of those men in my association. I can talk sports and understand the metaphors just as well as the next ass hat out there. Just because I have a vagina does not mean they have the right to ridicule me because I stated something with a double meaning.
You can all take your sacks and kiss my skirted ass.
In which I guest post and reference Snake Plissken. April 23, 2010Posted by jeneypeney in all growed up, i wish i was still in college, life.
add a comment
I’m not here today.
Well, I am. But not really. This is more like one of those cheesy hologram moments like when Snake Plissken faked everyone out in Escape from L.A. before he shut the earth down.
So go over there… because I’m really not here. Sort of.