<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:42:16.866-05:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='adulthood'/><category term='sad'/><category term='finances'/><category term='job search'/><category term='personal'/><category term='BAMF'/><category term='job loss'/><category term='goals'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='grief'/><category term='health'/><category term='rejection'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>Auditioning For Adulthood</title><subtitle type='html'>20-Something Trying Out For A New Role: This Time With Responsibility!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-4041111414327478199</id><published>2011-02-19T16:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:45:50.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BAMF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Straight, No Chase-r</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In recent news, I've closed an account (old WaMu turned Chase-Bankenstein - read: "Frankenstein") since they were set on charging me if I didn't direct deposit a certain amount or keep a large balance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hilarity ensued at the realization of the personal banker that I am not such a high roller on paper as I believe I am in my head.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk into the bank during low volume hours. I was going to take all of my two-digit-and-change dollars out and before I could reveal my name, bank account number or balance, the personal banker took great pains to inquire as to why and how come and how could I possibly operate without a bank. I was not in the mood to discuss my personal banking and even got mildly annoyed when he inquired as to which other bank(s) I am using. I guess I look young or inexperienced since he didn't think I had heard of, let alone bank at, other banks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bristled at his question and told him I'd really rather not say. Thinking all the while, "Pshaw, I'm leaving your bank, dude. No exit interview needed for this chick." He responded to my secretive nature by stating that "the entire banking industry is changing and due to laws enacted last year, no banks will have free checking." Um, WHAT?!? It was difficult to keep my tongue from giving him a swift lashing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my issue with his statement: the entire industry of banks wrote mortgages they knew were risky, then when these high risk loans came back to bite them, they (and their exec boards) were&lt;b&gt; BAILED OUT&lt;/b&gt; by the government (read = taxpayers). Now this clown wants to blame the laws that the government imposed to keep banks on the up-and-up on the fact that they're charging account-holders fees. &lt;b&gt;Excuse me&lt;/b&gt;, Mr. Banker - your firm lost money due to irresponsible lending practices and your balance sheet hasn't added up over the last couple years. You're trying to up your revenue and decide to charge the people who give you their money. That's not the law's fault. That's &lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt; fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon holding my tongue and keeping my attitude in check, I also thought about the fact that taking over WaMu with all of its freeloading (or non-fee-loading) customers with inactive or low-balance accounts was no feather in Chase's cap. Cutting us all free, much like credit card companies did a few years back, is the logical choice when a sinking ship needs to throw something overboard. Just like then, I am an unattractive customer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the action-packed visit: After looking up my meager account, things became routine and he proceeded to cash me out and even handed over his business card "in case he could ever help with anything." Nice gesture, but as he reached over, I caught his name tag on his lapel which happened to be the same as a regular Joe recently found to be a killer. "Um, no thanks, man," I thought but saved both of us the embarrassment of recounting how people may react at his poor name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There *was* nothing wrong with it... until I was about twelve years old and that no-talent ass clown became famous and started winning Grammys." - Office Space&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking out, I thought about how proud my Grandpa would be. I once accompanied him into a bank that was trying to set balance limits on his accounts. Of course, he had much more dough that I was extracting from Chase-enstein, but I am sure he was proud of me nonetheless. Professionally and diplomatically, his exact words to the teller that day were, "You're not going to tell me what to do with my money." Walking out with the cash that day, he told my little middle-school brain that cash is king and what you've earned and saved will always be yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only wish now that I had him write that down and laminate it for times in the future when I would need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Named-after-a-killer-man did not know how to handle my attitude. I can only assume he'd know how to handle a note from Grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-4041111414327478199?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/4041111414327478199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2011/02/straight-no-chase-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4041111414327478199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4041111414327478199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2011/02/straight-no-chase-r.html' title='Straight, No Chase-r'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-4146346490496899582</id><published>2011-02-19T16:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:21:25.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketchup</title><content type='html'>I am behind on my blog responsibilities. For some, that would mean things are going swimmingly or at least efficient in my "real" life. Not so much. Things are just going. I am trying to catch up on a lot and keep my head above water (productively, thankfully not financially). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I need to do for the blog: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;update my net worth (see chart to right)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;recap on my progress or achievement of &lt;a href="http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/01/goals-for-2010.html" target="_blank"&gt;2010 goals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;set 2011 goals (I was so excited to do this for 2010. Where's that fire in my belly??)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;set goals for posting since I've seen a lot of other PF bloggers wean off or completely stop (could write an entire post about this and how it has affected me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onward and upward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-4146346490496899582?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/4146346490496899582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2011/02/ketchup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4146346490496899582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4146346490496899582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2011/02/ketchup.html' title='Ketchup'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-160714724655234045</id><published>2010-10-18T00:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:54:01.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Stalk, much?</title><content type='html'>I have to admit. I'm a bit of a stalker. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(please don't judge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haphazardly happened upon a person's identity who may (or may not) have taken a position I interviewed for last year. Once I stumbled upon that person, it was not even a question of whether or not I should... I just did look up another position for a completely different company I interviewed for. It felt weird trying to figure out and look up these random people. Finding out things about them and seeing photos of them. But I felt justified in knowing that they were in some way "better" to these companies, these hiring managers, than I was (at the time... *smirk*). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Google yielded me the regular social media and networking sites. I weighed their qualifications and could see how they may have appeared to be better than me. Of course who knows how they interviewed. I didn't necessarily wow the socks off of anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit, it was a little like finding past boyfriends and comparing yourself to the women they married. You have a critical eye and believe you're getting somewhere with your actions. But once the evaluation is done, you don't feel any better about yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I should start my New Year's Resolutions early and vow to never look back. Do people really accomplish that feat? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-160714724655234045?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/160714724655234045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/10/stalk-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/160714724655234045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/160714724655234045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/10/stalk-much.html' title='Stalk, much?'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-984844503151475241</id><published>2010-10-17T23:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T00:00:11.411-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Onward and Upward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Despite our recession, &lt;a href="http://www.brookings.edu/opinions/2010/1013_recession_marriage_wolfers.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;marriage is still in full force&lt;/a&gt;. And I believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How do people get married? Just up and one day decide to join everything that's hanging out and wrap it with a great big bow? During my past relationships, I have had so many friends meet, date, plan and then follow through with a wedding... in the time my relationships have just stalled into neutral and coasted into a ditch. Now I am beginning to wonder if there's something wrong with me. Or the people I choose. Or perhaps I'm too lenient with their way fare ways. (Or perhaps I over-think these things...)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was little, I thought I was unlovable. Literally. Those words are written somewhere in an old middle school diary. I remember writing about how I feared that no one would ever be able to love me, all of me. I'm not sure where that came from. I wasn't the most popular kid in school and was very self-critical. Could this be self-inflicting? I remember a pattern of sabotaging relationships early in college (now that was mature, wasn't it?). Haven't seen that rear its ugly head recently. Perhaps now I'm just choosing the wrong people. But isn't that answer a little too easy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's not like I have to get married to move on with my life. Or technically to become an adult. Though it would just be nice to know that someone thought I was lovable. All of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-984844503151475241?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/984844503151475241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/10/onward-and-upward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/984844503151475241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/984844503151475241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/10/onward-and-upward.html' title='Onward and Upward'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-2139595673424440817</id><published>2010-10-12T01:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:51:55.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>The end/beginning</title><content type='html'>I've ended it with the person I was seeing. Reflecting back, I see myself as a better person before I met him. True, there were some serious upheavals in my life during our time together. And I may have been the person I am regardless of our involvement, but I feel better without him. A little worn for the wear, but better. Freer. More me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to vent or digress, but he wasn't getting me to where I need to be. He was distracting me (and himself) instead of moving forward. It just took me a little time to figure that out. I feel like I give everyone time and none extra is given to me. Time runs out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a list of goals yesterday and ways to achieve them were defined. I want to go in the right direction and speed my life up. There was a time when everything was hectic and at the same time lovely and enjoyable. I feel like I'm trudging through molasses these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some wine tonight and that's relaxed me. It also gave the sniffles... hmmph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-2139595673424440817?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/2139595673424440817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/10/endbeginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/2139595673424440817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/2139595673424440817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/10/endbeginning.html' title='The end/beginning'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-4017770807561086736</id><published>2010-08-19T00:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T00:24:39.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Life isn't fair</title><content type='html'>Another wonderful life has been snuffed out. A beautiful person who carried with her a piece of my being has left us all. Yet again, the shroud of protection around me from birth is being chipped away and left open to the cold. I'm not replacing people or places or things. I'm clinging to the past, the love, the warmth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more people leave and depart, whether voluntary or involuntary, the more inward I turn. Licking my own wounds is easier to do than expecting others to do it. I'm a sad, sad person right now. I mourn her life, as well as everything that she represented: the ones who have gone before. All that could have been, all that was and all that was supposed to be. Plans are cancelled. Dreams stunted. Time stops when someone leaves. It's silent for just a moment and then WHOOSH! the world passes the event by and it's suddenly yesterday's news. I wish it would just slow down and provide me with time to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-4017770807561086736?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/4017770807561086736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-isnt-fair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4017770807561086736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4017770807561086736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-isnt-fair.html' title='Life isn&apos;t fair'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-160321492736971493</id><published>2010-07-03T13:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:53:21.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>I am where I am right now due to all of the choices and decisions made in my past and where I will go will for the most part depend on all of the planning I have completed for the future. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I do not take my current situation for granted, I am not as content as I think I could be. The true definition for me of unhappiness is thinking there is a place better than the one you're in. I never planned to have my life the way it is now and perhaps that's why it is the way it is now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work hard. I am a nice person. I don't take huge risks. I have grown to believe in myself. I am independent. I don't know when I will be able to relax and be content with my life. It just is. And I accept it. It's not better than my father's or my grandfather's life. In many ways, it's actually worse. I feel like they worked in vain trying to make my life better, easier, more "whatever". And I have squandered it by not planning and not knowing. In a way, not caring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made poor decisions by not deciding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being paralyzed by fear and rejection, embarrassment and ridicule. From people I don't even like or care about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought my life would be so different than it is now. Ask me how and I don't know the details. I just feel like I am spinning my wheels.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-160321492736971493?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/160321492736971493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/07/contentment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/160321492736971493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/160321492736971493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/07/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-6362069677196007345</id><published>2010-06-07T17:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:55:28.894-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>A late fee and a revelation</title><content type='html'>So I have a late fee since I haven't paid my one (count it, people, ONE!!!!) actively used credit card on time. I seriously don't have a clue what happened. You would think with only one card, I would remember to pay on time and in full. Oh well. I will call them tonight and work something out. I checked online and the last time I paid late (and called and got the late charge taken off) was after Christmas 2008. January, to be exact. So at least it's not recent. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I was looking through some old photos of myself and realized that I don't look the same as before. Before what? Before everything. The layoff, the family issues, the pain, the stress, the sleeping too much replaced by the sleeping too little, the not eating right, the not exercising. My skin doesn't glow anymore, my hair is blah. In a way, everything that has happened to me could not go unnoticed to my appearance. I just didn't realize how much it had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to look at people like me and think "Gosh, what happened?" Life, that's what happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got excited about something so small this weekend: planning it and making choices. It felt so foreign yet so good. I think when my life became dictated by everyone else, I sort of gave up making choices and making myself feel better. I guess that should be my goal for the next month: Make more decisions and feel more in control of my life and thus, happier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-6362069677196007345?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/6362069677196007345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/06/late-fee-and-revelation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/6362069677196007345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/6362069677196007345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/06/late-fee-and-revelation.html' title='A late fee and a revelation'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-4005670002736110274</id><published>2010-05-13T23:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:41:06.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Update on Goal Progress</title><content type='html'>I feel that I'm seriously slipping. I haven't been true to my spending goals as well as my social goals. I just want to hide away (I prefer "hibernate") and eat lots of take-out. I have freezers full of great food but I am always too tired to cook. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[is that a whine I hear?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made some progress with socializing, but nowhere near where I need to be. I keep trying to put myself out there, but so much has happened in my life that I constantly feel like no one (except bf) really understands me. I feel like I'm receiving acceptance, they just don't understand me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to venture out of my cocoon. Is that really so bad? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-4005670002736110274?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/4005670002736110274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-on-goal-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4005670002736110274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4005670002736110274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/05/update-on-goal-progress.html' title='Update on Goal Progress'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-9084223119473143197</id><published>2010-04-04T01:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:07:04.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>No winning, but no losing either</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't win. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to close the FIA card. However, the last customer service rep I spoke with took some pity on me and decided to move over most of the available credit to another card I have that is also linked to their company (oy... so many cards, so few companies). So I will have a closed (albeit by the consumer) card on my record, but still maintain the amount of available credit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess I haven't lost anything, either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-9084223119473143197?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/9084223119473143197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-winning-but-no-losing-either.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/9084223119473143197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/9084223119473143197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-winning-but-no-losing-either.html' title='No winning, but no losing either'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-9204631995707214022</id><published>2010-03-19T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:00:16.291-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Card Troubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, it's happened. I was sent a notice late last year and now it's taking effect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FIA card &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is charging an annual fee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have not gone down peacefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been on the phone with six (yes, SIX) different "customer service associates"who claim different stories for why my card was even chosen for an annual fee. Some say it's because I don't have accounts with the bank. Some say "someone else makes that decision" and then when I ask to be forwarded to that person or people, they somehow can't figure out where to send me. Some say they have no clue why my card was chosen and side with me on the reasoning that I don't deserve a fee. Still others claim less than 1% of users were chosen to pass extra charges onto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Lucky ME! I don't win anything except the very best prizes) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They all tell me I will have to close the account to see the fee disappear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oy vey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's clear some things up, first of all. (this is similar to my nicely phrased rant to all of these "customer service associates": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I have great credit (okay, not perfect, but nothing absolutely terrible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I use this card (as in, all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I've paid interest in the low double digits on this card since I've had it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I've had this card for over 10 years (it was one of my very first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- This card does not offer any benefits (the whole point of an annual fee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I don't usually pay this card off every month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- FIA makes more money on my interest each year than they would with my annual fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't want to close this account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, because I have a high available balance and a 10 year track record. Differing reports online tell me it won't ding my credit score that badly or it will take a while for any dinging to seriously affect my score. I just don't want to be forced into closing an account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One service representative tried to break the annual fee down into months and tell me it "isn't really that much". I nearly died. My response was along the lines of: "Well, hey why don't we break it down into days or minutes or even seconds... it's still the same amount per year!!" Are these people really that dense? It's as though she was trying to make me feel stupid for arguing about "so little an amount". Of course, I had to use her own argument against her and said "Well, if it's such a small amount, why do I have to pay it? Why doesn't FIA pay it for me?" To which she daftly replied: "This is our policy on annual fees". I swear I could hear a breeze blow through her brain. She was just that dumb. Or just that bad at customer service.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just want to WIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It's not really even about the annual fee, now. It's about breaking them down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I cannot win and I have to close this account. I vow to never EVER use FIA again. I got their card when I was young and impressionable (a market they're losing out on now). They dropped me when they didn't care for me anymore (aka: couldn't make enough money off of me). My only move after 'losing' would be to boycott them. For the rest of my wonderful life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-9204631995707214022?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/9204631995707214022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/03/card-troubles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/9204631995707214022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/9204631995707214022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/03/card-troubles.html' title='Card Troubles'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-5219618354594577669</id><published>2010-01-31T23:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:09:58.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>The Big Level Off (or Current Net Worth Approximation)</title><content type='html'>After updating this month's net worth, my graph is beginning to level off. Up 0.59% from last month. Paying off (mostly all of) my credit cards has certainly decreased my liabilities (yay!).   My retirement account depreciated a bit. Hmm... It's currently at a previous employer and I'm not sure what I want to do with it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember calling the retirement company and asking if I had to make a decision by a certain date or forfeit my funds. Upon hearing that I didn't have to make a decision, I literally squealed. No joke. The woman on the other end must have thought I was crazy. I guess I like not having to make serious decisions on someone else's timeline. I like to make decisions when I want to. Deciding when to make this is all the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, there will be a new feature to my blog. It will stay a secret for now (it's still in the works). But it will provide more of a peek into my personal life and my goals and dreams. I can't wait to surprise you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-5219618354594577669?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/5219618354594577669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-level-off-or-current-net-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5219618354594577669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5219618354594577669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-level-off-or-current-net-worth.html' title='The Big Level Off (or Current Net Worth Approximation)'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-5864657422663964015</id><published>2010-01-26T00:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:40:57.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Not quite done yet...</title><content type='html'>I was so excited to have &lt;a href="http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-band-aid.html" target="_blank"&gt;paid off my credit cards&lt;/a&gt;, I forgot about the residual interest monster. Creeping in to ruin my perfect zero balances. Arriving in light-as-air envelopes. There's no way to escape them. They come in small one and two digit numbers. But they'll make you whip out a check of log in once more to the card site after you thought you were all done.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far today, I've called three companies and had the best luck with Capital One. $20-something: poof! Gone! It appears I perform better earlier in the day with women rather than later in the day with men. Some of them are so matter-of-fact: "That's legitimate interest... you're supposed to pay that." I'm doing my best to act dumb to get out of these little inconveniences. I know it may still be my responsibility,  but I am willing to keep calling. To reach a woman. Earlier in the day. Who will erase them. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I was alerted by Mint that I had a $99 annual fee on a completely different card. Interesting. I don't pay annual fees. Especially on cards without points or miles or doodads. What's the point? Again, I reached a man (a gruff man, at that) who proclaimed that I was sent a notice back in October to the effect of this change. After confirming my address with me, he insisted that I must have received it. I demanded that I heard nothing of the sort. In all honesty, the mail he's talking about probably got shuffled away with all of those resumes and job offers. I had bigger fish to fry at that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I will have to pay off and close that account. Bummer. I will try to call tomorrow and reach a woman or a manager and wave my long credit history in their faces. The only caveat is this card used to be with my bank and then it was sold to another creditor. So they don't know of my long history and clout with the bank. This could get ugly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-5864657422663964015?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/5864657422663964015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-quite-done-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5864657422663964015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5864657422663964015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-quite-done-yet.html' title='Not quite done yet...'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-6470292547464634374</id><published>2010-01-01T17:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:55:37.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Goals for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm jumping on the bandwagon and creating goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[I guess if all the other bloggers were jumping off their proverbial bridges, so then would I]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't usually do this sort of thing, especially in the financial realm. Well, I have more short-term goals. Such as, get a paycheck, pay my bills, get a paycheck, pay my bills. I do believe goals would help me reach my full (financial) potential, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Backstory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Before attending a recent wedding, I read up on some blogs about the exorbitant costs involved in destination weddings. So I decided to budget and save the amount I needed in cash before charging up a card. It was fun to put together the spreadsheet, figure out the amounts for the different travel options and have an exact number to aim at saving. While I didn't reach my goal of saving the entire amount (bummer! but I got very close), it was actually a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fun challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to see how much I frugalize to make my budgeted goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Side note: friend and I are not that close anymore and it's really fun to vent (quietly to myself) the exact amount I spent being there for her on her special day while she's not really here for me now. Just a tip for the future, ladies (and gents!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes my fun goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;Personal Savings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to have at least $15,000 in personal savings at the end of the year. This would be roughly an 8-12 month emergency fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;Credit Card Debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not accrue any credit card debt for this calendar year. (barring any emergencies!)&lt;br /&gt;I will use cash as much as humanly possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;Student Loans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pay off at least half of my student loans ($9k) by the end of this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That should give me something to measure in 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for personal goals, here are what I am aiming for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lose Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who isn't listing this one? okay, you with your hand up, I officially hate you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;Make New Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be hard to balance with my financial goals since friendships do seem to leak my funds. (gifts, lunches, dinners, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;Be a Better Friend to Those Who Are Already My Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As easy as a phone call, as hard as just being there. I need to reward those who already love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;Simplify Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes make it a habit to make things harder for myself, instead of easier. Here's a reminder to not torture myself this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;Organize my Surroundings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the work that will lead to simplifying my life. I am always losing things and waste valuable time searching for the most inane things. Why not just organize ahead of time to avoid this wasted time and energy? Methinks others do this already. I was just born and bred to be messy and somewhat enjoy the challenge (but certainly not the stress) of having to find things in a pressured situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, so wow. Those personal ones are not very measurable. Perhaps I should set up monthly milestones to achieve for those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-6470292547464634374?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/6470292547464634374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/01/goals-for-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/6470292547464634374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/6470292547464634374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2010/01/goals-for-2010.html' title='Goals for 2010'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-1737403978754673767</id><published>2009-12-31T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:01:59.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><title type='text'>So close I can taste it...</title><content type='html'>This past year has changed me. I can honestly say I've gotten tougher, though it's not like a was a light-weight to begin with. I feel like a rock that's been made into granite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year this time, I had no idea what was in store for me in 2009. I thought I would get closer to my goals and closer to who I thought I wanted to be. It could not have taken me further away from where I thought I was going. In a way, it provided me with new goals and shook me to my core. 2009 told me I wasn't as strong as I thought I was. It told me not to believe everything I see and all that people tell me. It took away another innocence veil and fed my inner skeptic even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family issues coupled with the loss of my job flung me out into the outer reaches of space. I wasn't who I thought I was, since the two main dictators of identity were throwing me up after a night of hard drinking. I'm not one to dwell or live in the past, but I definitely had to make it through both of those before I could move on. I'm still not past the family issue, but I am working on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends I thought would be there for me tossed me out as well. Roads they were forced to take became the "best routes" and the "way to go". My path became overgrown and inconsequential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For stretches of time, there was no one to depend on. No office mates to lunch with, no family to rely on, no friends to download to. All I had was myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember quite vividly the exact moment in my pre-teen life that I realized that we all die alone. No matter when or where or with whom, we must all go on to where ever it is alone. That first panic attack was a doozy. I had always been surrounded by family, friends, people, animals. To envision walking the lonely path to the other side was unbearable. I was young and naive. Now I feel old and jaded. But resilient. No one would walk through life with me - why would they want to walk to my death with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight when the clock hits midnight, instead of reveling in the memories and planning future goals, I won't be expecting anything of 2010. I have a feeling I won't be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-1737403978754673767?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/1737403978754673767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-close-i-can-taste-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1737403978754673767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1737403978754673767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-close-i-can-taste-it.html' title='So close I can taste it...'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-3725313735349098735</id><published>2009-12-28T16:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:42:24.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Updated NetworthIQ</title><content type='html'>Today's NetworthIQ update is the official last update with all of my credit cards unpaid. Tomorrow (read: next month), the numbers will begin to look differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will begin to be real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-3725313735349098735?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/3725313735349098735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/updated-networthiq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/3725313735349098735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/3725313735349098735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/updated-networthiq.html' title='Updated NetworthIQ'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-8378903907080908425</id><published>2009-12-28T16:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:47:44.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BAMF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><title type='text'>Like a band-aid...</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and didn't want to go through it anymore. I didn't want to search for credit cards and past bills and remember to log-in and pay the minimum amount. I didn't want to log my progress in a notebook or put reminders for bills due on my calendar online. I wanted it done. I wanted them gone. In the past two months, I've received more "shut down your account or risk having an inflated apr" notices. Some, from my longest held credit cards. I felt like saying, "I thought you were my friends." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You arrived in the mail when I was at college and didn't get any other snail mail. You had fancy forms to fill out that made me feel like an adult. You lured me in and now, on the cusp of my seeming adulthood, you want to banish me from your record. Or sear me with a high apr. I'm not your piece of meat to play with. I understand your ways. I realize by me paying minimums and not really spending anymore, I'm not adding to your bottom line. I'm not making any one of your fat cat's parachutes a little more golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took them all and like a band-aid, ripped them all off. "Paid in full" is what will come to my little mailbox now. I have switched the roles. I have the leverage now. I will not use you anymore for my silly happiness. I will restrict myself to the bare essentials and enjoy myself by doing so. Your crutch is useless to me now. I don't even know where all of my cards are right now. True, this is not incredibly responsible, but in a way, it is. Instead of freezing them in a block of ice, I've taken to "losing them" around my house (really hiding them) so I cannot access them. When I do run into them, it's usually not during an online spending spree urge or trip to the mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for credit companies to make millions on others who overspent for the holidays, I will be rich with the free time and worry-free mentality that paying them all off has granted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no better late Christmas present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-8378903907080908425?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/8378903907080908425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-band-aid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/8378903907080908425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/8378903907080908425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-band-aid.html' title='Like a band-aid...'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-7395042188088944891</id><published>2009-12-23T23:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:48:16.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>I'm becoming my parents...</title><content type='html'>Nothing like saying that phrase to get you all depressed right before the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally have no need for doctors anymore. I used to chide my parents for not getting annual check-ups and making an appointment at the first sign of any malady. Nowadays, it's me who puts off calling the doctor. I have literally had something wrong with me for 3 months (and counting!). If I had insurance, it would have been dealt with. Since I do not, I have procrastinated. Which leads me to believe that my parents had something correct in their assessment of doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year, I have mentioned certain symptoms to my primary care physician who either shrugged them off or told me I was a hypochondriac. And while I will not dispute the latter, I was not acting so much so like a hypochondriac in his presence for him to assume that. A second opinion, you say? Yes, that would have been good. But I didn't. Partly because I was so married to my job at the time, that I couldn't think of taking whole hours away to attend appointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess only time will tell if I break down and finally go to the doctor. I really don't want to. At least now I finally understand where my parents are coming from with their judgment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-7395042188088944891?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/7395042188088944891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-becoming-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/7395042188088944891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/7395042188088944891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-becoming-my-parents.html' title='I&apos;m becoming my parents...'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-8721419168924920283</id><published>2009-12-10T19:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:58:41.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Old Maid</title><content type='html'>I don't know where I am going. I know where I've been. I've lost focus in my life and feel like I'm just putting in time. I actually feel stranger now with a job than I did when I was unemployed. Other people around me have gotten married and are having babies. Some haven't, and their lives break my heart. Mainly because I feel they are spinning, just like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all spinning in some no-man's-land without anything holding us down and still nothing really happening for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed on a lot of typical personal milestones... serious relationships, lots of friends, marriage, babies, etc. since I've been so focused on getting things done (education, job, etc.). I've had friends but have kept them at a distance. I've had boyfriends and have squeezed them so tightly with my emotional needs (since I don't rely on lots of friends) that their heads have popped off and they left, headless down an alley. Or acted like jerks and then left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen friends get married and have babies and then have the world. Or at least act like it. I'm not sure I want that. I haven't so far. I've had boyfriends talk of marriage, break up with me and then marry the next one to come along. I say I dodged a bullet. And crafted a perfectly good candidate for marriage for a total stranger. But then why am I so envious of their lives? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had boyfriends waste my time. Lie to me. Keep secrets that I found out anyways (and once didn't let on for years). Only to have it come back and bite me when our relationship was so far gone that I realize I should have let him go when I found out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say you'll meet the man you'll marry and just know it. I guess I haven't. And I'm not getting any younger. I was always so focused on school and then later a career to worry about settling down or timing my decisions to find and marry a man. I fear that my time put into myself hasn't really amounted to much. Sound harsh? Perhaps that's why I have no friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-8721419168924920283?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/8721419168924920283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-maid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/8721419168924920283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/8721419168924920283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/old-maid.html' title='Old Maid'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-7008633306092690179</id><published>2009-12-05T13:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:46:38.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>A lot of work</title><content type='html'>So this new position has me more busy than my last. I'm not complaining - I am happy I have a job. I'm just not used to the intense amount of work. The long hours I used to have were rewarded in some ways. This company does not offer as many perks. But it does pay. And it is rewarding in other ways, besides a paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think after months of having nothing to do, I'd be happy to have things to get done. And I am. However, I feel like I'm neglecting me a bit. I don't have time to work out, hang out or sometimes just relax. My bank account is whole now, next it's time for my personal life to be whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-7008633306092690179?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/7008633306092690179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/lot-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/7008633306092690179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/7008633306092690179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/12/lot-of-work.html' title='A lot of work'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-5216852159279385633</id><published>2009-11-28T14:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:43:16.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Happily Employed</title><content type='html'>For anyone out there (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f4zyjLyBp64" target="_blank"&gt;Bueller? Bueller?&lt;/a&gt;) I have not died or dropped off the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I got a job!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been great and wonderful and busy and invigorating. I have responsibilities and deadlines and tasks and co-workers. Wonderful co-workers. Not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;,  but much much better than the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an income now, but I am wary of spending any pennies. I've read that our generation will more than likely keep its frugal spending habits, even after this economic situation rebalances. That may make someone sad or upset, but it makes me happy. I feel that's what I'm doing now: not overdoing it. In a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are days and nights when I harken back to those endless days of unemployment. Sort of how kids dream about the summer that flew by too fast when they're back to the grind of school. I knew I would miss it, but I did enjoy it while it lasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-5216852159279385633?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/5216852159279385633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/11/happily-employed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5216852159279385633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5216852159279385633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/11/happily-employed.html' title='Happily Employed'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-1673802132280875730</id><published>2009-09-14T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:23:57.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Doubly Bad News</title><content type='html'>Bad News #1: I didn't get an offer from my last round of interviews. It was slightly confusing, since [I feel] I fit the job description to a tee. Guess not. Perhaps it was an inside deal where someone was already favored. Regardless, the interviews went extremely well and I'm more prepared for the next ones. [crossing fingers that there will be next ones]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad News #2: Mint.com is being bought out by Intuit. &lt;a href="http://consumerist.com/5359190/intuit-will-buy-mintcom-for-170-million" target="_blank"&gt;Story here&lt;/a&gt;. The consensus is that they will start charging for the services since Intuit only went gratis since Mint came on the scene. Not good for my pocketbook and not good for my financial planning. I LOVE Mint. It works well with planning financial goals, seeing them achieved, as well as tracking down specific amounts and dates for purchases when I can't find receipts. Really bumming me out right now, Intuit. [adding them to my "list"] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some good news to counter the bad: I was under the impression that I had missed deadlines [for everything] including Cobra, 401(k) disbursement, etc. Not so. The worrying ended today when I finally got through to said people via phone. Also good news to know for the future: I need to file my mail once it comes in, since my ill-knowledge of deadlines and due dates is directly related to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-1673802132280875730?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/1673802132280875730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/09/doubly-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1673802132280875730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1673802132280875730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/09/doubly-bad-news.html' title='Doubly Bad News'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-609708589760720920</id><published>2009-08-27T12:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:32:38.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Debt Update (or not)</title><content type='html'>I currently have enough cash to pay off my credit cards, however I still haven't found a job. Part of me really wishes I would have paid them off like ripping off a band-aid back when I was still employed. I haven't been charging much of anything. It's just really hard to let go of all that cash in the bank without even a slight promise of having anywhere near what I was making at my last position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about stair-stepping them and paying one off each month/2-weeks. Same thing, just drawn out. Or maybe that would be torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, all the credit card companies are enjoying my interest payments. I need to just make the decision and go with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-609708589760720920?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/609708589760720920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/08/debt-update-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/609708589760720920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/609708589760720920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/08/debt-update-or-not.html' title='Debt Update (or not)'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-196247084531439851</id><published>2009-08-24T18:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:21:39.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Can I just work?</title><content type='html'>I had another interview today. It was in my industry and I was a perfect fit for both the job and the company. I didn't get as nervous about this one and I feel it could not have gone better. I'm glad I'm getting used to these silly charades we have to endure in order to be hired. I just want a job. I literally felt like telling my interviewer that. "Can I just work? I need to work again." Really not into giving employers the desperate plea just yet. Maybe next week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately all the stress of my morning has led to a headache-ridden afternoon. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-196247084531439851?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/196247084531439851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-i-just-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/196247084531439851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/196247084531439851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/08/can-i-just-work.html' title='Can I just work?'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-2129408319514382803</id><published>2009-08-16T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:36:36.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><title type='text'>Mental Blocks</title><content type='html'>I've been working on mental blocks, recently. Those pesky annoyances that I only have with myself. Invisible to others, they keep me from completing a task or taking a risk. No one can see them - why should I care? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I look, how I act; everything I can nitpick, I do. My never-ending dialogue tells me I can't do something before anyone else informs me. Tells me I'm not good enough before I can even try anything. I have learned to turn down the voice inside of me and will work on completely quieting it in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/See-Jane-Lead-Women-Charge/dp/0446579688/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1207349181&amp;sr=1-1" target=" _blank" &gt;See Jane Lead&lt;/a&gt; and ran into &lt;a href="http://thethinpinkline.com/2008/04/09/and-the-moral-of-the-story-is/" target=" _blank" &gt;this gem of a story&lt;/a&gt;. I've given up on being judged by pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can tell me who I am. Only I know what I have been and what I would like to become. &lt;br /&gt;Only the future holds the truth about what I can achieve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting my mind, heart and soul into anything will make it happen. I must believe to achieve. Failure is not an option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having to answer to anyone is freeing. Liberating. Empowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've just broken a mold I've been trapped in for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-2129408319514382803?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/2129408319514382803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/08/mental-blocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/2129408319514382803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/2129408319514382803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/08/mental-blocks.html' title='Mental Blocks'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-1330969923882098916</id><published>2009-08-03T22:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:01:30.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Frugal Cooking</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of mac and cheese in my possession. Don't ask why. It's a story too long to tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In trying to use this mac and cheese up, I started boiling some water and dropped the pasta in. I took out the milk, then went searching for my butter tub. I searched high and low and then realized I must have used the last of it during my last big cooking day [too long ago to remember - another thing I thought I'd do more of in my unemployment, become a domestic diva]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured if I mixed this aging organic [bought around 9 months ago when I still had a job] salsa in, I wouldn't miss the butter. I thought of it like how some people put chopped tomatoes or even ketchup on their mac and cheese. I didn't just stop there, though. I went further, adding cumin, chili powder, black pepper and crushed red pepper flakes. Perhaps a few too many of those. It was delightful sitting down with my milky, hold the butter, add the spice and salsa mac and cheese. It was delicious. Until a half hour later, when all of the spice hit my stomach. Now I can't even fathom looking at the rest of the batch left in the pot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will teach me to keep my spices in check and always check for butter before I drop any pasta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-1330969923882098916?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/1330969923882098916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-in-frugal-cooking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1330969923882098916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1330969923882098916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-in-frugal-cooking.html' title='Adventures in Frugal Cooking'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-1379224245147982397</id><published>2009-08-03T14:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:49:41.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Ms. Treated</title><content type='html'>U.S. News features a wonderful article today on the &lt;a href="http://www.usnews.com/blogs/outside-voices-careers/2009/08/03/5-ways-companies-mistreat-job-seekers.html" target="_blank"&gt;5 Ways Companies Mistreat Job Seekers&lt;/a&gt;... and I do believe I have experienced each one of these at some point in my short career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Having no regard for the candidate's time:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is such a tip-off of how the relationship will work with your future employer if you are hired. I had one employer ask me a few questions and then drone on and on and on about the firm, the position, the history, etc. I left thinking it went well [and it did because I was offered the job]... but I couldn't help but think it was due to the fact that I was a good listener. I really crave having to prove myself and negotiating for what I think is fair. I guess I left feeling good that the employer enjoyed my company but didn't really know that much about me. Or perhaps the employer had their mind made up even before I came in. Who knows? The employer ended up not knowing that much about me [or taking an interest in me] once I was hired and I still don't consider our work relationship to have been that close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not sharing their timeline:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Frustrating to say the least, this is now one of my many questions at the end of a first interview. I imply that I am very eager to take the position and would like to know where we go from here. The absolute best interviewers will tell you without you having to ask. Again, a really great insight into how your future work relationship will work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Refusing to share their salary range, but asking you for yours: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the case with my last interview. Even though I researched, I still had no clue where they would land. They inquired as to my last annual salary, and I provided it. I'm really an open person. It's not that I dislike negotiation [it's growing on me]. It's that I don't like lying and the such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Misrepresenting the work: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the worst of all of these. Not only because it's lying [I hate lying!] but also because it's all smoke and mirrors and then you get sucked in and bitter. I've had this happen plenty of times. And while it occurs on the flipside, as well: with potential employees misrepresenting themselves to employers, the employers should know better than to play this game. In this relationship, I see them as the "adult".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not notifying candidates that they're no longer under consideration: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As frustrating as not knowing the company's timeline. How can you not send and email, a postcard, even a carrier pigeon? I know, I know, HR managers are busybusy people with busybusy offices and they don't have time. However, I took the time to come in and interview and learn about your firm and the available position. The very least you could do is leave me a message or let me know something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-1379224245147982397?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/1379224245147982397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/08/ms-treated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1379224245147982397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1379224245147982397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/08/ms-treated.html' title='Ms. Treated'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-5239752661764150735</id><published>2009-07-31T13:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:45:43.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A New Kind of Loneliness</title><content type='html'>I'm at that point... every week starts out well. Then at some point, I start talking to the walls. I watch TV and laugh, turning to the side and no one is there. I call my BF way too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear I need a pet so I don't turn into a crazy lady. But one would give way to two and so forth. And I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; become the crazy cat lady (even though dogs are more my style). The truth is I've had pets before and pets are expensive. Like cars, they need servicing or repair at inopportune times. They're also hard to get off your hands, even at free-to-a-good-home prices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel isolated. I feel alone. I feel like a tree that just fell down in a forest. No one's even telling me to get back up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are all at great points in their lives and I've grown apart from them. Okay, not totally their fault. I guess I have been busy with work so much that I've put my social life on the back burner. Now work has chewed me up and spit me out. And it's awfully hard to go with your tail between your legs back to your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is too busy with their own drama to even pay attention to my needs. My mother hands the phone over to whoever else is present when I ask her questions about my career or claims to just not know what to do and sighs a lot. 'Cause that's helpful...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BF is my saving grace. He's always there, always has been there. Always (I hope) will be there. He's unconditional at a time when my family's love has become conditional for strange and unexplainable reasons. I rely on him far too much and much too often. You could say &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpul8B0_bhM" target="_blank"&gt;he's my Romeo&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to strike out and create friendships. At a time when I'm feeling my most vulnerable, I must break out and become fearless. When the only thing pumping through my veins is fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-5239752661764150735?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/5239752661764150735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-kind-of-loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5239752661764150735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5239752661764150735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-kind-of-loneliness.html' title='A New Kind of Loneliness'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-5644053561995495351</id><published>2009-07-31T12:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:50:53.718-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BAMF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'>Protect Yourself, Capital One</title><content type='html'>Capital One called me yesterday, the same nitwits I wrote about &lt;a href="http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/grit-spit-and-heart.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I never enrolled in their glorious panacea called "payment protection program". I stopped this pathetic excuse for a telemarketer dead in his tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Capital One:&lt;/span&gt; Now I'm not trying to sell you anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; (Yeah, right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CO:&lt;/span&gt; This is meant for your protection should you ever... blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; (Interrupting) Sir, with all due respect, I've already lost my job so I don't even qualify to sign up right now. I've read all about your program apparently too late in the game since I was to sign up before I was notified of my layoff. Thanks but no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CO:&lt;/span&gt; Um, (loooong pause) (I can imagine him scanning his notes for the correct response line) okay, you're correct. Um, well, thank you for providing me that information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU??? WTF? I basically &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;told you&lt;/span&gt; about your sorry-excuse-for-a-company's "protection" plan and you thank me? Get real. A nice "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that" or "My condolences" would suffice. Apparently Capital One is intent on calling those lucky people with jobs... and have not adjusted their calling dialogue sheets to reflect the changing times with respect to unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging up after an awkward pause, I felt all puffed up and empowered. I told him ... except for the fact that he said "for providing me that information" ... Yikes... are they going to put that down on my card record and raise my interest rate or lower my limit? I had put off informing any cards on the likelihood I would be gainfully employed before I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This only gives me more reason to pay off my cards as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, some idiot stranger somewhere has information on me that I'd rather him not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-5644053561995495351?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/5644053561995495351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/protect-yourself-capital-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5644053561995495351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5644053561995495351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/protect-yourself-capital-one.html' title='Protect Yourself, Capital One'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-4488911577936017888</id><published>2009-07-27T09:40:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:48:41.591-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BAMF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><title type='text'>Take your passion and make it happen</title><content type='html'>Another Monday morning. Everyone off and running at their jobs and me here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning, made coffee and savored it. I ran out of sugar this weekend so I used Hershey Kisses to sweeten my home brew. They're not sugar, but they'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up at 6 am, I started watching TV. Flashdance was on. I had never seen this movie before, but as a child of the '80s I've always enjoyed the soundtrack, especially &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FeZ5R3C5bzs" target="_blank"&gt;"What a Feeling"&lt;/a&gt; ... and now that I've seen the movie, I love the song even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while everyone else is working, I'll be dancing around, imagining myself at 18 again, with my whole life ahead of me and my unemployment far, far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-4488911577936017888?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/4488911577936017888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-your-passion-and-make-it-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4488911577936017888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4488911577936017888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-your-passion-and-make-it-happen.html' title='Take your passion and make it happen'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-1630184841213703046</id><published>2009-07-23T14:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:10:56.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Rejected</title><content type='html'>Well I received the dreaded thanks-but-no-thanks email from my first interview of the season. Oh well. It was hard to feel rejected since I didn't think the job environment would be a great match for me after the second interview. But as always, it's always feels better to be offered something than to be rejected. I actually felt let down and then just nothing after reading the email. I'll be honest, I cried. A little. It hurts not to be wanted. But I didn't take it personally. It's just that was my first and only interview so far. And who doesn't want people to like/want/need them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chalking this one up to a great first exercise. It will prepare me for the heavy hitting interviews I'm expecting in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-1630184841213703046?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/1630184841213703046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/rejected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1630184841213703046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1630184841213703046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/rejected.html' title='Rejected'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-361430247174622771</id><published>2009-07-21T16:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:12:14.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Grit, Spit and Heart</title><content type='html'>I've been mulling over my credit card debts and calling the companies to lower APRs (which have all raised into mostly double digits in the last month). I want my debts &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt;. Completely. It will take all of $14k. I have $13k currently in cash. I'm willing to part with $12k to not receive another crazy your-minimum-payment-is-less-than-your-finance-charge credit card bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bugs me the most is that I am smarter than these credit companies. They want me to believe that this APR rate hike is a company-wide objective. They want me to pay more than the minimums each month or raise my rates. I know credit is not the way to go. Unforeseen circumstances got me into this mess. And with my past 3 months of hoarding cash, I've been able to build a pile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's hard to see that pile diminish in a second... it will be harder to pay interest in double digits on my credit cards for the foreseeable future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a job yet - that's the scary part. But I know whatever happens, I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; have a job and I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be able to support myself. There's just no reason to support the credit card companies as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told one of the card reps I called that I didn't want to pay off the full balance, since they would probably lower the credit limit or close the account after a few months of inactivity said, "Oh, we never close accounts! Just be sure to use your card every so often." Like hell! I love how they want to dictate my spending habits to me. This card company was profiled in the media for closing accounts earlier this year due to inactivity. Given the choice between a closed account and a double digit interest payment, I'd chose the former. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life, I've negotiated my way out of paying bank fees, checking fees, late fees and overlimit fees. I'm no sucker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will work like a dog to pay cash for everything from here on out. I have more grit, spit and heart in me than all of those credit and banking companies combined. And I'm not afraid to show them who's boss over her money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-361430247174622771?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/361430247174622771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/grit-spit-and-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/361430247174622771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/361430247174622771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/grit-spit-and-heart.html' title='Grit, Spit and Heart'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-363557207736938206</id><published>2009-07-21T00:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:56:14.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans vs. Reality (groan)</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's only 5 days short of a month I've been unemployed. And things look a lot different than I thought they would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was my glorious plan: &lt;br /&gt;- Stay on a rigid schedule of working out every day, cooking a lot, going on several interviews a week and networking.&lt;br /&gt;- Blog everyday. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;- Lose weight. &lt;br /&gt;- Organize workspace/house/closet, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;- Figure out my debt situation sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;- Become incredible by the sheer force of my efforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically planned to inhabit a productive and self-sufficient person's body/life. Not that I am not that person when I am employed. Once I was unemployed, I became someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; been happening: &lt;br /&gt;- Staying up later and later each night ... sometime until the dawn&lt;br /&gt;- Waking up feeling hungover, though I haven't drunk anything.&lt;br /&gt;- Getting sucked into old tv shows, websites or movies that I've already seen. It seems I'm addicted to the familiar. &lt;br /&gt;- Not working out. &lt;br /&gt;- Not losing weight; actually gaining some since I'm not as active traversing from my bed to the couch or desk everyday. &lt;br /&gt;- Making no sense of my debt situation. Taking the ostrich approach, with my head in the sand. Just a bit. &lt;br /&gt;- No interest in organizing workspace, etc. since its such a huge task and there's always some other fire to put out. &lt;br /&gt;- Becoming less incredible as my unemployment gap grows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working, I had visions of lying in the bathtub every night, rewarding my weary soul (and soles!) from the pavement I pounded each day, sipping wine and just feeling accomplished. Instead, I haven't taken a luxurious bath in months. I still haven't redone my pedicure... and I need to, badly. I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; cooking everyday. Eating more at home than ever - without an excuse that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; to pack a lunch. But I'm eating more and more frequently with bigger portions... my typical downfall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a jump start. I need to change my day-to-day. I need to make my plans a reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-363557207736938206?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/363557207736938206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/plans-vs-reality-groan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/363557207736938206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/363557207736938206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/plans-vs-reality-groan.html' title='Plans vs. Reality (groan)'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-6244868404777549541</id><published>2009-07-13T08:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:51:52.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Out, out, damned perfectionist!</title><content type='html'>My phone interview went &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; well. Actually &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; well. I relaxed, prepared, had notes and turned on a bit of charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things over the phone are so much easier - no tugging on my suit jacket, or sweaty palms with hands fidgeting, then seeing the interviewer catch me doing these things and becoming self-conscious and forgetting what I'm saying or even the question asked of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I sound like a hack at real-live-in-person interviewing, but I'm not. I'm just super critical and a perfectionist so nothing I do is ever done well enough. Sounds like I lead a productive life, doesn't it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on the perfectionist tendencies; just may get a job in the process. (smirk)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-6244868404777549541?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/6244868404777549541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-out-damn-perfectionist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/6244868404777549541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/6244868404777549541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-out-damn-perfectionist.html' title='Out, out, damned perfectionist!'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-2221246050909355679</id><published>2009-07-06T12:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:45:14.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>First Phone Interview!</title><content type='html'>I am proud to say I have my first interview of the season (!!!!) - a phone interview scheduled for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little stressed, since this is my first ever phone interview. I get so stressed out over regular interviews: what my nails look like, how my hair lays, my clothes, my bag, my shoes. All of that's irrelevant for now. I've gone over the basics: dress professionally, have your resume, examples of your work, etc. laid out in front of you, smile, be well-rested, etc. I am still excited, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firm seems small compared to my previous employers and it's a totally different industry, but the actual job responsibilities are close to what I've done in my past jobs, so I know I can handle it. Plus, rejection over the phone is nothing new with my background in cold-calling from previous volunteer work, so this should be no sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;- research how to discuss my lay-off in positive terms (I've seen TONS of online articles about this... now just need to find them again)&lt;br /&gt;- learn everything I can about the company and industry to market myself better&lt;br /&gt;- determine what salary I'll deem necessary (I have a feeling it may be a lot lower than I'm used to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, happens. This is probably a good stepping stone to other interviews - ones in my industry that I may feel even more stressed about. A good starter-interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-2221246050909355679?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/2221246050909355679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-phone-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/2221246050909355679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/2221246050909355679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-phone-interview.html' title='First Phone Interview!'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-5404842214237478310</id><published>2009-06-24T20:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:11:23.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Cinematic Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My title is with apologies to Dane Cook - I think that's where I've heard it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Catching some tv today, I saw the end of The Devil Wears Prada. I've never seen this movie and heard mixed reviews when it first came out. I've attempted a read of the book, but I never got around to it with work and all [imagine that? I've been employed since grad school]. In any event, I've decided that once I am officially unemployed [starting Friday at 5 pm... ack!] and once I finally shut off my cable that I will reward myself with watching movies through free or inexpensive means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've never been a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; movie person - I get bored and listless during especially long movies, since I always have so much to do. But I want to see all these movies people quote from and reference. So I am planning my future cinematic adventures. I want them to be awe-inspiring and career- or work-related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In no particular order: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;watched 6/27/09&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Working Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9 to 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic (okay, not a really serious movie, but I read the book and have a true neeeed to compare!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reality Bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Big Lebowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Falling Down (If I'm in the mood for drama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Office Space (have seen - always a classic to remind me of what I'm not missing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His Girl Friday (have seen - even more classic than Office Space)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia (Can not WAIT to see this! I hope it's as good as all the trailers purport)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Any other suggestions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-5404842214237478310?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/5404842214237478310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/06/cinematic-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5404842214237478310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5404842214237478310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/06/cinematic-adventure.html' title='Cinematic Adventure'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-4408826558982391572</id><published>2009-06-23T21:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:50:08.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Someone's Out There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Success came today in a strange way: I received a rejection letter in the mail. Yes, it was a success because I have generally not been hearing back from anyone I've submitted resumes and cover letters to in this particular sending season ("season" only because it is temporary in my eyes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've honestly been depressed about not hearing anything back save for a scant number of automatic responses and confirmations of emails/resumes sent. I've felt like a statistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was a folded letter, addressed to me, signed with a real pen and mailed in a size 10 envelope. The last time I received one of those was early 2000s. The last mailed rejection notice I received was around 2005 and was a flimsy postcard. I felt so jaded. Like on those old movies and sitcoms in big cities where everyone reads your postcards before delivering them, I felt like "everyone in the building" knew that I had been rejected, even though we live in an anonymous world and only the postman knew if he cared enough to read.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This spurred me on to send out six resumes and cover letters that desperately needed to be sent. It's strange what revitalizes me. It's not so much the cause, but the fact that I feel like I have an ounce of new blood in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Any feedback is good feedback in my book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-4408826558982391572?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/4408826558982391572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/06/someones-out-there.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4408826558982391572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4408826558982391572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/06/someones-out-there.html' title='Someone&apos;s Out There!'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-5840281844611341879</id><published>2009-06-22T12:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:08:27.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Last Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's here: the last 40 hours of my (hopefully not) last job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel paralyzed by all of the decisions left to be made. When to cut the cable and home phone? When to get a roommate? When to just take any ole hourly position to cover bills and rent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to take things day by day and realize that nothing has to happen all at once. Don't get me wrong: I would do all of these things tomorrow if I knew I would not have a job for the next year. The only thing is, I may find a job in the next week and then I'd have to put up with a roommate, a commitment to another job or a re-installation appointment with the cable company (I know, not the *worst* thing in the world!). I keep thinking about my ancestors and how they lived (and thrived!) through the Great Depression. I just have to have heart and strength like they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapping up things at a job is just as depressing as my future prospects. I shouldn't care but I know that once I leave everything that goes (or went) haywire will be chalked up to my existence within the company. I've seen it happen before at this and other firms and it's truly a travesty. &lt;strong&gt;"Let's all talk about the person who left as though we never should have hired them!" &lt;/strong&gt;Especially when it's the person who hired them talking. Some things will never change, though. And the competitive nature with which people seek out information on the employee who left and then trade it like some ancient spice in old Europe. As though it makes them more valuable to be speaking with or cyber-stalking this person through social networking sites. Airing their laundry for the office and speaking about what they would do in any certain situation. While at the same time, they were the badge of honor of still being with said company. As though their staying-on has anything to do with their intelligence, strategy or worth. Despicable, yes. Unavoidable, unfortunately yes. Should I even give this a second thought? NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to forget about my current dilemma and hit the ground running. I need to keep driving myself toward future success. That's the only way I will make something for myself - of myself - is to focus on myself and just let everything else just fade away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-5840281844611341879?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/5840281844611341879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5840281844611341879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5840281844611341879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-week.html' title='Last Week'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-376040905535541129</id><published>2009-06-09T23:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:51:52.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job search'/><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle</title><content type='html'>So this past week or so I have re-dedicated myself to job searching. FUN, I know! It's become fun again mainly because there are jobs being posted that fit my criteria on all the major sites. This resurgence has invigorated me. I've redone my resumes, written cover letters during lunch and even put off doing my normal lazy activities (read: watch reality tv and eat) to take the opportunity to submit a resume or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been that I procrastinate so much while applying to a job opening that it's sometimes gone right when I am ready to apply. I have to have the perfect opening statement to my cover letter. I have to look up and reconnect with references. I have to re-do my resume to make it perfect. All that is out the window now. Thanks to the boyfriend, I am [somewhat] relaxing my standards just to get my information in front of HR's eyes. Good is good enough. Done is good. However you want to put it, I am kicking my perfectionism to the curb. I guess we'll see how this goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-376040905535541129?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/376040905535541129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-saddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/376040905535541129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/376040905535541129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-4257573994613545276</id><published>2009-05-28T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:06:55.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'>Life Gets In The Way</title><content type='html'>I have been laying low recently, hence the no blogging. I actually forgot I had a blog. Strange, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dealing with family issues and a family friend's death. I have experience with much family death, but each loved one's death I experience takes me back to the previous ones. And then I am mourning for them all. All over again. It's an exhausting process and grief is just something you have to go through to get through. This is the time that I yearn for my childhood - the time before any of my relatives passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is so definite. One day you're talking and planning and yearning and the next you're not. I'm not goth or obsessed with death. It's been a part of my life for a while now and I am still searching for its meaning. I have listened to "On Death and Dying" twice in my car a few years ago. I'm thinking about putting it back on in heavy rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing my job has been a grieving process. Now with these situations lumped on top, it's difficult to take on both every single day. Meetings at work where people gently tiptoe around the fact that I won't be there in a month's time make me feel more dead each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kübler-Ross_model#Stages" target="_blank"&gt; Elisabeth Kubler-Ross' five stages of grieving&lt;/a&gt;, I believe I'm at depression when it comes to my job. I'm hoping acceptance will come in the next five weeks, but we shall see. I've been here for a while and now I'm depressed on a personal level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-4257573994613545276?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/4257573994613545276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-gets-in-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4257573994613545276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/4257573994613545276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-gets-in-way.html' title='Life Gets In The Way'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-6564803758421576105</id><published>2009-05-15T21:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:33:35.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Adulthood Goes to Washington</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askmrcreditcard.com/creditcardblog/worstideaever/" target=" _blank" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ask Mr. Credit Card's article on a new bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I think Capitol Hill is monitoring my blog and just saw me lean towards paying off all of my cards in order to not pay interest and have them handy later. Reading &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB124225813836317307.html" target=" _blank" &gt;this WSJ article&lt;/a&gt; makes me want to keep hoarding my cash instead!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* My decision is vacillating each minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-6564803758421576105?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/6564803758421576105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/05/ms-adulthood-goes-to-washington.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/6564803758421576105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/6564803758421576105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/05/ms-adulthood-goes-to-washington.html' title='Ms. Adulthood Goes to Washington'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-5786411011975208665</id><published>2009-05-15T09:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:45:31.224-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Finally out of the red! (well, sort of)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Technically, I am still about $14k in credit card debt, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mint.com/" target=" _blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mint.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; says my bottom line net worth is a cool &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1,300&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. WOW. I'm chalking this up to a combo meal containing the following: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been hoarding cash (like a krazy person - yes, krazy with a "k")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Greatly reduced spending on my credit cards/spending at all (couponing is now a hobby, it's replaced clothes shopping and mindless eating!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And my 401(k) has been increasing in value with the recent upticks in the market &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I should be happy, but I still have all that debt hanging over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been thinking about taking the (almost) $10k in cash I have and just wiping out the majority of my debt. This scares me because I still haven't had any interviews and don't have any job offers. And I have less than two months to go before I have to jump off the cliff of uncertainty! In a perfect world, I would pay off all of my debt and then go cash-only. However, if I don't have a job(s) lined up for income, then I will end up going back on the credit cards. And if I pay them all off, the card companies may lower my limits or shut down my cards - though I do believe this is better than the alternative: having them jack up the rates while I'm still carrying balances and not having any money to pay them down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of all the times in my life, I really wish I had a crystal ball right now. Or at least a Fairy Godmother. I truly can not stand making my own decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-5786411011975208665?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/5786411011975208665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-out-of-red-well-sort-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5786411011975208665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/5786411011975208665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-out-of-red-well-sort-of.html' title='Finally out of the red! (well, sort of)'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-8493194307371374261</id><published>2009-05-09T14:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:04:56.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'>And So It Goes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've had a rough week. Meetings that I am normally involved with are not including me. I feel shunned and rejected. My superior originally told me not to tell anyone of my impending doom and now it's all but obvious to the casual observer that my position is being phased out. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I feel like those computer monitors at my last job that had painfully-jubilant "Y2K Ready!" stickers practically glued onto them years after the non-event. Once flat screens arrived, those dusty old monitors were toast. And I'm feeling burnt already.  I feel betrayed for having this "secret" be so apparent now. Everyone else in my division gets to stay - only I will go. It's tantamount to being picked last for kickball each and every day of grade school. I'm finding it harder and harder every day to drag myself to the office. I'm internalizing (nothing new) and need to "reframe" the situation, as they say. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Or maybe I'm just bitter because some of my co-workers act blissfully ignorant of the economy and our company's position. While my priorities and decisions have changed radically, theirs seemed to have stayed on course. They still go out for lunches, still chase happiness with money in their fists, still need the newest, best and top-of-the-line items that the Jones' just bought. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I drove home crying yesterday, feeling stripped of my duties at work and as though I were carrying the weight of the world. I felt sick that a simple job could make me so darn emotional. But I made a few calls, sopped up my tears and realized the more time I spend pitying my current situation, the less time I will have for making it better. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Even though it's not like me, it's so much easier to have a pity party than to pick myself up by the bootstraps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-8493194307371374261?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/8493194307371374261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/8493194307371374261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/8493194307371374261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And So It Goes...'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-8957775358400507366</id><published>2009-04-29T22:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:54:29.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Something's Gotta Give</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So my expenses have diminished since finding out I'll be laid off. Not dramatically so. But I've definitely been more mindful of my spending. In a normal month, my current expenses are totaling around $2,100, including paying minimums on my credit cards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Broken out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Rent: $777&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Utilities: $480 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Groceries: $300* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Shopping: $160 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Gas: $75 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Restaurants: $50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Credit cards: $300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*I know!! I'm only one person!! But I am working on a plan of combining coupons and sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. I promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;These expenses would change in the following way once I become unemployed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Rent: no real change; could take in roommate though to cut all expenses in half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Utilities: would cut out lawn service, home phone and cable, leading to a drop of $220/mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Groceries: going down with time commitment and planning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Shopping: decrease; even though I still need clothes, I am looking into more cost-effective means [Goodwill, etc.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Gas: would decrease without driving to current job across town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Restaurants: cooking at home 99.9% of time; no more work lunches out since I forget to pack a brown bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Credit cards: no change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yes, I have grappled with the thought of implementing all of these changes now. But I hold out hope that I will not have to make these radical changes in my life just yet. I feel I can cross that bridge when I get there. While I may just be avoiding the inevitable, I can at least cherish what few months I have left with my familiar ever-employed life. And my cable tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-8957775358400507366?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/8957775358400507366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/04/somethings-gotta-give.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/8957775358400507366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/8957775358400507366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/04/somethings-gotta-give.html' title='Something&apos;s Gotta Give'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-8754297172544610566</id><published>2009-04-28T21:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:54:29.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><title type='text'>Finances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here's where I stand, financially... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;debts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;credit cards - $14k (interest rates ranging from 0% to 12.99%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;student loans - $10k (5.25% interest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;assets: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;cash - $7k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;401k - $14k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;car - used, no payments, little trade-in value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;net worth: ($3k)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I recently came clean to my boyfriend about my credit and loan situation. That was a huge step in our relationship, but a much needed one. We were spending way too much together and only digging our debt holes bigger. He abhors debt and really hasn't been underwater at all. That made it harder. Though recently he was struggling with money a bit. Which made the coming clean easier. I figured that if he loved me through and through, he would love me with debt. The judgement comes from within, I know. But also from our family's standpoint, it's just not something to have or even share with others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Background: I would have halved my credit card debt by now and been living on very little cash each week if it weren't for the fact that everyone in the news [read: Suze Orman and other bloggers] is reversing their thoughts on paying down credit. Oh, and it's a grave possibility that I am going to be unemployed soon. I've seen other bloggers call their credit card companies and have temporary six month freezes on interest charges. That's something I am definitely going to look into. I've never been shy about calling up my credit card companies. Now is not the time to be bashful. I learned that from my mom, who would call and ask for late payments and interest payments to be removed off of her cards and would get results. I've also been plotting on how best to use balance transfers if a company doesn't bend to my will. I will have more time once I'm jobless to analyze my plan of attack. For now, those are the numbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Normally, I would want to set goals and plan for my credit to decrease and cash to increase by the end of the year, but I almost don't want to set myself up for failure. Once I have a job secured [working over 90 days], I will take most of my cash and pay down the debt. Then I will plan my numbers for year-end. No use in dawdling with figures with no cash coming in. But then again, I believe procrastination may have gotten me into the financial mess that I am in. And adults don't procrastinate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-8754297172544610566?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/8754297172544610566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/04/finances.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/8754297172544610566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/8754297172544610566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/04/finances.html' title='Finances'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-1011627929051346310</id><published>2009-04-28T00:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:53:48.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adulthood'/><title type='text'>Definition</title><content type='html'>So how will I know when I have reached adulthood? My definition of adulthood is when I have: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- no debt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- monetary responsibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- a professional career&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- separation in beliefs and needs from my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- and someone to share the rest of my life with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple enough. I threw that last one in just because everyone I know is either married or getting married and I am allowed to have some schoolgirl dreams invade my plan for adulthood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are plenty of step stones toward these goals that I must map out and accomplish before achieving it all.  My hope is that this blog keeps me accountable and provides me with external support along the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-1011627929051346310?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/1011627929051346310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/04/definition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1011627929051346310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/1011627929051346310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/04/definition.html' title='Definition'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-3320831449078203963</id><published>2009-04-27T19:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:53:33.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'>Revving the Engine, But There's No Fuel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Knowing I am going to be unemployed is a bit like nausea. Some days, I will forget it's every going to happen [okay, maybe not forget, but I distract myself enough to not notice it]. Other days, it's like staring down the hall of death row. The end is near and my fear is palpable. I can't sleep, don't exercise, and won't clean. All I can do is job search, cook and eat. Oh, and watch reality tv... while I can still afford cable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This past weekend was a bad slump. I became emotional about everything and couldn't even put my mind at ease to sit down and edit resumes and write cover letters. I got a [much needed] haircut from a new-to-me [also much needed] stylist who got rave reviews. He couldn't style my hair to save his life. I didn't think he would change my entire look, but I went in thinking my mostly unmanageable hair would come out much better and it just didn't happen. My sky-high expectations were not met and I spent a lot of time and money there. I cried as soon I left the salon and most of the rest of the day and was just angry about everything and everyone. Weak, I know. I rolled everything I have been feeling in a newspaper and took it out on him and my hair. Thankfully, he did cut it well. So I styled it my way for work this morning and I think I'm over it. It just really scared me to think that a haircut could get to me so much. I just want a huge change - a new me - to appear and take over so I don't have to go through the rest of my life. Let someone else deal with the rejection and constant worrying. Let some other hack stay up all night for fear of the inevitable, only to have to rise and shine and go through another worthless day at the office.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nine weeks of work left. That reminds me of high school. I wish I could go back in time and only have nine weeks to go until the end of school; I would be on the completely opposite end of my feeling spectrum right now. But instead, I have that long until my position is collapsed into other employees and I am all but forgotten as a unique talented individual who added value to the firm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-3320831449078203963?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/3320831449078203963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/04/revving-engine-but-theres-no-fuel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/3320831449078203963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/3320831449078203963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/04/revving-engine-but-theres-no-fuel.html' title='Revving the Engine, But There&apos;s No Fuel'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8954588222433446121.post-7455596815697411568</id><published>2009-04-20T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:53:33.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job loss'/><title type='text'>Ten Weeks and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As of today, I am officially ten weeks away from my permanent vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ce the blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Like millions of other people out there, I am starting my blog due to an impending lay-off. And while at first I wanted this blog to be all about my job woes and subsequent employment search, I thought I could encompass the whole lot of issues I am dealing with right now. Mainly that I don't feel like an adult yet, even though I'm in my late 20s. My peers seemingly float through life making (what are to me) huge decisions flawlessly, while I'm the indecisive jellyfish who still hangs out in the wading pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This job loss hit me hard and even though I know there are countless others being affected in similar ways (I am reading all of your blogs!), I can't help but still feel alone. And afraid. Very afraid. Losing a job in this economy is forcing me to grow up and out of my comfort zone. I would really rather just stay in my jammies all day and eat Pop-Tarts.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm Auditioning for Adulthood: I hope I get the part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8954588222433446121-7455596815697411568?l=auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/feeds/7455596815697411568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/04/ten-weeks-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/7455596815697411568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8954588222433446121/posts/default/7455596815697411568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auditioningforadulthood.blogspot.com/2009/04/ten-weeks-and-counting.html' title='Ten Weeks and Counting...'/><author><name>Auditioning for Adulthood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02492623239201182389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
