Not Boy Crazy (Anymore), Just Career Obsessed

Somewhere in early 2012 I stopped being boy crazy. How do I know this? Because I stopped blogging about them. In fact, it was the Spring right before I decided to go steady with my now boyfriend. I called that one Relationship Filibuster. Total cheese ball.

I really do wear my heart on my sleeve. And it isn't exclusive to relationships, I do the same at work. ...I was trying to come up with some sort of metaphor that related promotions to dating, but that would equate to like marriage, and no one stays with a company their whole life anymore. Ironically still (and call me a romantic), I'm a big fan of the married for life philosophy.

As a child of divorce of course I'm careful about taking vows and that's not a bad thing. Patience is a virtual and right now I'm just practicing–ha!  Recently a coworker sent me a link with stats on Millennials (roughly 18-34 year olds) and only 4% of that group are married with children and own their own home. That was suppose to be a shocking stat, but is it really?

Weddings are ridiculously expensive and I don't trust people that own homes in their twenties. What witchcraft are you into?

We are a generation that believes in planning and saving. We discuss stuff like paying off debts, children's college funds and our parent's debt we could potentially assume–before moving in with each other–you know, to our overpriced one bedroom apartment that isn't even in DC proper, le sighhhh. It's the only place that allows dogs over 50lbs. 

In case you haven't picked up on this, I speak in broad generalizations that aren't generalizations at all. It's me. Very specifically me.

It's a constant struggle between third and first person. This is why I don't do Comms. 

So marriage is romantic, but work commitments are a jail sentence? Let me break it down. Weddings are romantic, marriage is hard work. Starting a new job is exciting, staying at your job is hard work. The whole concept of 'settling down' is the sticking point for me and I would venture to assume the same goes for my Millennial counterparts.

I just haven't found The One job that's right for me, but there's the dream of something else*. I feel like every one of my job breakups have amounted to something like this: *https://youtu.be/DKJgj5O0V7w

Cue my You've Got Mail obsession.

This is the part where I point out that I'm not married. My family reminds me every time I go home. When are you going to get married and give me a grand baby? I'm always more excited to talk about my latest project at work or on the side. They could not care less. Yea yea that's nice, so how's Kevin?

They aren't judge-y or anything, just extremely anxious. My 21 year old sister got married this past December, but somehow the lineage questions still falls on my plate? Amy, I love you, if you read this no offense at all just please have a baby. See my sister, is not one of those young brides. She gets it. Her and her hubby are perfect for each other. High school sweethearts. Soul mates if you will. She trusts love and commitment. I on the other hand do not, I only trust myself.


I trust myself not to fuck anything up. Not to cheat. Not to get the client pitch wrong. Not to get screwed over in a business deal. Not to roll over. Not to run out of money. Not to give up on myself. Not to get pregnant.

You see, I have trust issues.

Or, maybe it's control issues, either way I see the worst in people at a higher frequency than the good. I'm a skeptic of life. You want to do something nice for me? What's in it for you? I must read the fine print before committing. Oh I can have a raise 6 months from now? ...Homes, this ain't my first rodeo. 

The good news is by wandering around making a ton of mistakes I've happened upon my constant and the one person that balances me out, Kev. We've been together for 3 1/2 years now for a reason, he embodies everything that I clearly lack: Trust, unconditional love, great taste in music, selflessness and can't-breathe-so-funny-humor. BONUS: completely different than all my other beaus.

I don't have a "type." It's cheap to try to categorize the men I've seen. They generally make me feel good about myself until they don't. I was always moving the goal post. And, as you all know, when the metrics are changed without being clearly communicated process breakdown occurs, people get frustrated and dissatisfied, people want to move on to other opportunities. They quit.

The business of heartache is so stupid. If I could go back and still retain the collective knowledge I've amassed over the years I would have never dated anyone and focused all my time on getting into a better undergraduate program, preferably Ivy League and taken on more jobs.

But what is a life without love? Fucking miserable that's what. I am lucky to have had those experiences over the years. However much I hate them now they made me a better coworker, neighborhood, girlfriend and boss.

I traded in my Cosmo magazines for the Harvard Business Review because I don't care about mastering the 30 technics to pleasuring my man as prescribed by some liberal arts major. I'm confident in me, boo. I've got a liberal arts degree too. SEC baby!

But what makes me stop and appreciate my growth, is that now all my heartache is associated in professional settings. I don't cry about boys anymore and that fact alone is monumental to me. I do cry–Oh my god do I cry–home alone and self shaming-mad-at-myself sobbing that I can't change work place situations or more generally the World. But I don't give up, I double down. It's so easy to break up with someone, it's so easy to quit your job. It is not easy to make a relationship work, a marriage work, a partnership work, a contract work.

I still listen to the same love songs when I write my blog posts. It's just I'm more in love with fulfilling a destiny than finding The One. I find the same inspiration from Maroon 5 now that I did when I was in high school and in love with a boy that never returned the sentiment.

Priorities change ladies. Rejection is good--it prepares you for job interviews, salary negotiations and stakeholder review meetings. I don't know about you, but being rejected made me the strong person I am today. Nothing could possibly shake me as much as the first time a boy broke up with me. I was 16. Not until the time I found out my boyfriend cheated on me when I was 21. Overshadowed still when I realized I was working for a scumbag when I was 23.

So what's waiting for me in the future? I don't know, but come at me bros.

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Honey Badger

Politics is personal. Sure it's business, but it's an extension of yourself. Little Miss Optimist over here has had a 'coming of age' experience in the past *err* week. Now it's not as if I wasn't aware of my surroundings, I was more ignorant by choice. Cue Honey Badger:  That's me y'all...

Well ladies and gentlemen, we are not in Kansas anymore. I'm actually not sure how to write what's to follow without this coming off wrong. So I'm going to let the drinks do all the talking from here. I have always played fair, always waited my turn in line, respected my elders, and been an honest voice in a dishonest world. I have absolutely no regrets, I have made the safe choices my entire life. Some of you may read that and laugh, but trust me I have always been conservative and I am not a risk adverse person. I love a good challenge and finally I have an opportunity to run with it. 

I am twenty two years young with no obligations other than rent and student loans. I am unattached, have no commitments, and it's really hard not to smile after typing that - Actually, it's impossible. I'm quite ridiculous actually because every week I come up with a new brilliant plan of attack for what I'm going to do the rest of my life. It's hard to choose, don't judge - just go with it. If I had my way, I'd live forever so I could do everything I ever wanted to do ('cause that's how long I'm going to need). By a miracle chance if I'm a lucky SOB that makes it to 100 I'd still want more. I was telling my friend Joe today, "I'm an instant gratification kind of girl," I hate waiting and I want it all. What can I say I'm a Republican? JK... not really. 

People are too apologetic these days. Why they act like their actions surprise them is beyond me. I don't believe them and I can't take them seriously. Every move is absolutely intentional - anyone who tells you differently is lying to you. When's the last time you did something without thinking it through? Touching fire will burn you and saying yes to every 'I love you' you get will leave you a cynic. Be smart people.  

Lately I've been accused of being heartless - which only makes me more smug - Thank you for giving me the satisfaction of that lovies. I talk a lot of smack, sure, but I'm the honey badger - I don't care. If being the rational one fills my veins with ice cold blood shhhietttt. Haters gonna hate. The way I see it, people need you in your life a) To love or b) To hate. Either way they need me around and I can't disappoint my public! 

I don't play games, my time is money. I fight for what I want until I get it. I don't shy away. I don't mislead. And I absolutely don't tolerate bull shit. I am the honey badger.