Things I’m Loving

This week has been super taxing on me. I feel like I’m hemorrhaging money, but at the same time…I’m getting super worth it things. It’s a trade-off, but it’s all about making those sacrifices. Most of my purchases were on a need-to-buy basis and were totally selfless…I swear!

This week, I picked the lucky number to go into work at 6am…I honestly don’t mind it…but I’m just thinking about what a zombie I’ll be, and I hate it. At least I’m close to 40 hours, right?

Anyway, this blogger is super excited about her new super cute purchases that happen to be a fantastic price!

  1. Hound Dog Belle Band : Southern Proper // Girl, this baby is all the rage right now. Perfect fit, print, and width to make a statement. I can’t even stand it. Follow them here. These bands are currently on sale for $15. I know, for a headband? Yes. And you’ll love me for it.
  2. Ticket: Hot Chocolate on a Stick: I got my first hot chocolate on a stick from a secret santa at work…and I’ve been crazy about them ever since. If you go on their website, they have more variety than I’ve ever seen. Peppermint, Chili, and Chai…oh, my!
  3. David’s Tea: This new found tea shop (thanks to my coworker) has become a haven for all of the employees at my work. We get free tea after hours, and we spread the word about them like CRAZY! All of our customers have checked out David’s Tea and become enormous fans!! They have any type of tea that a tea snob could love, and then some. Check them out and sign up for their “frequent steeper” card.
  4. A Writing Competition: Yes, I said that right. I invested in myself. I trusted myself to pull out some genius words that could potentially win me money…and I’m cool with that. Google it…you can do it too.
  5. This Shirt: Francesca’s: Yes. I bought this…and I wear it out in public…and it makes people smile and laugh. Judge me, sue me, whatever. It’s comfortable and makes me look skinny. Black is slimming anyway. Buy it, rock it, and love it. Because I do.

Anyway, so I think I’m done with buying stuff for now. Got another week to go on my paycheck and I have to say…I’m rockin’ it! (If I stop now!) It’s good to pamper…especially if you don’t get out much šŸ˜‰

xoxo- kate

2014 Beauty Favorites

A piece written for Nikki’s blog!

Check her out: Beauty Box Beginners

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Make up can get real old right? One day, you have a fantastic on ā€œfleekā€ day, and then you fail…miserably. You may do the same routine, and get different results. If you’re anything like me, you get over things real quick…and discover a new item you just can’t get enough of. Needless to say, I get you…and I’ve got you covered. Nikki is kind enough to let me rant and rave about my faves from the past month her page. She’s into beauty boxes…and I am too. I’m really into trying new things, binge watching beauty YouTube gurus, and perfecting my winged eyeliner.

In 2014, because we’re a little late for monthly favorites, I loved approximately 65 beauty products. No, I won’t be evaluating most of them…because I don’t remember the ones that I was over after a week.

Primer

Ok, so I never actually realized that primer was as…

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A PSA On Mental Health

I changed my thinking. It was certainly not overnight, but it came.

Wrote this when I was having a fit…you know, just a regular day in the neighborhood

I don’t think I can call myself an expert in mental health; but I will tell you I do have my fair share of experience. After being diagnosed as situational bipolar as well as clinically depressed, I have found that for every supporter of great mental health, comes 5 skeptics. Many skeptics believe that depression, anxiety, or bipolar disorder (just to name a few) is something a weak person claims in order to be accepted and not shunned for their odd behaviors and antisocial tendencies. Through my ups and downs, I am led to believe that being mentally healthy is probably the most important aspect of a person’s life. It is a necessity.

One would think that with the amount of people who suffer from mental health issues, more people would be sympathetic towards symptoms and treatments. This isn’t the case. Along with others, I have fallen victim to shaming and the occasional eye roll. I have gotten the old, “just don’t be depressed” statements, and the “so, do you take like happy pills?”

When I was first diagnosed, I found it so hard to get out of bed. One day, I came up with a phrase: “Only 12 more hours until I get to go home and go to sleep.” I lived off of that. Everyday, I knew that I had to leave my house, and be active. I would count down the hours until I was able to escape again. After living that way for almost two years, I started hearing myself say, “Only 10 more hours until I get to wake up.” I changed my thinking. It was certainly not overnight, but it came.

I cried, every day. Having mental illness is a silent battle. Not because people don’t know you have it, but, because people don’t know how to “cure” it. This frustrates people. There is no comparison to help those who question what mental illness is. Let me explain it: Imagine having any kind of personal issue, one that eats you alive. You cannot go to sleep at night, and you can’t stand to face the problem. It is almost too big for you to handle. To somebody with mental illness, that “big” problem is their entire life. There is no positive, and there is no end in sight.

In my own experience, a person will never know the true battle that a person goes through until it is witnessed first hand. After being diagnosed, I was faced with the issues of my own family not understanding what was going on. I couldn’t help my problems, and my family didn’t know how to help either. There were fights, nasty looks, and frustrating WEEKS. My siblings were angry with me for the way I spoke to my parents, but I couldn’t control my anger. After going through therapy, and still being in it, my attitude has become more bearable. I am able to express my emotion with appropriate words, and not break down in tears.

I have chosen to write this PSA, if you will, to explain the right way (in other words, least offensive) to love, make conversation with, and help those who suffer from mental illness.

1) Stop Generalizing

This is probably the most crucial piece of advice. Every single person’s issues are different. No two people have the same experiences or the same triggers. People connect through their various coping methods. A “depressed” person isn’t always the sad girl in the corner of a party. The party girl or the outgoing guy in class can suffer just as much as the quiet ones. Everyone has their own way of coping, and in some cases, people can overcompensate by being outgoing. By generalizing, you may be seen as non-compassionate.

2) Stop the Cookie-Cutter Phrases

This can be the phrase, “if you don’t think about sad things, you won’t be sad!” Yes, because if I also think I going to be a blonde, that will happen too! Being depressed is an actual sickness. Being anxious is an actual problem. Believe it or not, long term sufferers are working their HARDEST to overcome these problems. Try to say things like: “do you want to take a walk?” Or “hold my hand, tell me what you’re thinking.” Offer a piece of gum and keep your breathing level normal. Don’t write it off as “oh, Kate’s having issues again…” And walk away. It won’t help anyone. Before you say something, try to compare it to a problem you’ve had, and then magnify it times 20.

3) Try to Compare it to a Physical Illness

Most mental health issues can come through as a somatic problem. Meaning: when a person is anxious, their heart beats faster, their palms are sweaty, and they have actual problems breathing. Make sure you know the signs of when a person is having an anxiety attack. Even though it varies from person to person, look at his or her eyes. You should see panic. Sit with them, ask if you can talk. If he or she wants silence, do it. Don’t try to prove your knowledge. The fact that you know to be supportive is knowledge enough.

4) Don’t Treat Us Differently

Just like a person with a physical illness, people who suffer from mental illness don’t want to be stared at, gawked at, or left out. There is a difference between being supportive and giving us special treatment. Life can be hard enough when you think that no one understands your issues. It’s hard enough when you are secretly having a panic attack and don’t want others to roll their eyes and say, “oh, she’s having issues today.” My advice? Laugh, talk, and spend time with those people. It’s not going to be an easy battle.

The first step in becoming an alliance with those who are ill is to understand

5 Real Things I Heard This Week

I’m not going to lie, I have dumb moments…but nothing like this. I’ve had to duck under tables and run out of places in order to not be considered “rude.” Sigh. Here it is:

5 Real Things I Heard This Week

  1. “Christmas isn’t a religious holiday…these people are trippin'” Literally no words for this. I can’t imagine the disappointment this one face after googling the history of Christmas.
  2. “I haven’t heard anything about ISIS in a while, guess that’s over!” Just, not a good thing to joke about, 12-year-old. Try again.
  3. “Are you asking him to the dance? I think he has a limp. That’s not a good dance partner.”Ā People with limps are people too.
  4. “I don’t think that jacket is a good fit for you, that’s a poor people brand.” Yes, that’s a nice thing to say to a person.
  5. “The iced bucket challenge is over! I guess everyone raised enough money for ALC!” I believe the word you are looking for is ALS, and no…it just got too cold for people to dump large tubs of ice water on their heads.

This is why I love to people watch…and eavesdrop. Piece of advice: Think before you talk. You just may end up on here…#whitneyportface

Also: just taking some time off for the holidays! I’ll be back full force the first week of January! Have a wonderful New Year’s Celebration…and don’t act a fool. Save your money. Spoiler alert: A huge ball drops and a new month starts at midnight!

xoxo Kate

A Strongly Worded Letter to Kiosk Salespeople

Dear Kiosk Salesperson,
Thank you for taking the time out of your day (and mine) to try to sell me a facial product scooped up from the Dead Sea. Really, I appreciate it.

Frankly, I think I am too nice.. See, I work in the mall, and I sometimes only have a 15 minute break to get some food. I stopped for you, and smiled politely as you went through your sales pitch. As you can see, I am ravenous and I need to get some stuff done. Not to mention, I was harassed a few steps before this: at your brother’s “Dead Sea nail filing system” kiosk. He proceeded to take off my manicure (on one nail) to show me how my nail will shine without polish. I meant to thank him, I wanted one nail completely naked. I’m glad he did it for me.

You see, I am a sales person as well; but I don’t think you see me ripping people’s clothing off in order to make the sale. In my line of work that’s considered borderline rude and perverted. I am just as successful…if not more successful when not touching clients.

I encourage you to change your ways. Stop reaching out to me and telling me my eyes are beautiful…I know they are. If your sales are down, I think it has to do with the fact your product doesn’t work, not that you didn’t ruin enough people’s manicures or face makeup.

In closing, please take a sales lecture or training class. It will do wonders for your company.

Love,
The World

Christmas Prep

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Over the course of the next couple of weeks, I was starting to settle in, I was working under Michi in Patisserie. There was a routine: start the day by running all the homemade ice cream through the pacojet machine. We would look through the fridge and make sure everything was less than three days old. If it was more, it went out as Trax’l (a sweet amuse sized dessert composed of two or three different things) sent to our traditional restaurant with the check. Each station had about three hours to mise em place before lunch service began on the average day.

I was focusing on the little accomplishments, since ice cream scoopers were forbidden to be used, it took quite some time before I was able to make a passable Quenelle. One of the tricks that got drilled into my mind was to always use a good shaped…

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The 5 People You Meet In A Starbucks Drive-Thru

The drive-thru is sort of like the melting pot of a coffee shop. People come and go, sort of like the streets of a big city, except everyone has the same purpose: to become caffeinated. On top of that, it also is a place where the people who “ain’t got time for that” go to meet and become friends.

The Mother of All Basics

Although I consider myself a severe basic bitch, nothing compares to this girl. All of you can already imagine what she’s wearing. It’s cold, so she’s wearing leggings and uggs to keep her body warm. Oh, she is so good. On top of that, she’s a gold card member. She will actually hold up the entire drive thru line in order for her to get her lucky 12th star. This one is a classic. Chances are, she’s going to her internship at Vogue or Cosmo. She loves her vintage whale tees from Vineyard Vines, her Tory Burch riding boots, and her lovely Kate Spade bag with a matching wallet. Can you guess what she’s ordering? PSL all day long. Except in the spring and summer when it’s a Caramel Macchiato and she has no choice. If she is in denial about how basic she actually is, she’s probably having a Frappuccino of some sort without the whip! (Less calories that way)

The Senior in High School: The Trainee

You already know where I’m going with this one. Basically, she’s a MOAB in training. She just got her license two weeks ago, she’s got all her bitties in the car, and she’s ready for her double chocolatey chip frappe frappuccino… “That’s not the one with coffee, right?” This car also tends to pull over after leaving the drive thru line so she can Instagram a selfie with her drink, check in on Facebook, and figure out some sort of way to get the 17-year-old barista’s attention.

The “I’m in a Rush” Car

Either the driver is late for work or is just an asshole; this one is a super fun car to be in front of. After seeing the huffing and puffing followed by a ā€œthrow my hands up in the airā€ motion, the best thing to do is to have a little cynical fun. My suggestion is to take your sweet time finding your money. Asking the employees to throw out your Starbucks cup from the day before, and maybe drop something in between the window and your car. Not only will you receive the nastiest looks through your rearview mirror, but you may actually get a honk when you are next to them at a red light. Usually the honk happens once the light turns green. You know that tough guy isn’t coming out for a fight.

The Damn Mess

Oh, girl. I’ve been there. I have so been there. This is the car that is making the barista wait with the drive thru window open while its 15 degrees outside. I’m not entirely sure who I feel worse for: the barista who is so ridiculously cold, or the girl who can’t find her debit card, who doesn’t have a free cup holder, and drops her order all over herself and down the side of her car. I think it’s a tie.

The ā€œI’m Getting These For Friendsā€ Car

We’ve all been there; you’re waiting in line patiently and roll down your window for some fresh air. The sounds of the parking lot and the girl in front of you ordering is all you can hear. ā€œOK, SO I’m getting like 8 drinks. I need TWO of those things, like the holder things? Ok, cool. SO first one…omg shut up! I’m ordering! Uh, hello?! Ok, FIRST ONE: A VENTI ICED COFFEE, NO SUGAR, NO MILK, JUST WHIPPED CREAM. OK, SECOND ONE: A TALL HOT CARAMEL LATTE WITH NO MILK.ā€ So, that goes on for about 15 minutes, with interruptions from her friend who literally can’t even right now. There should be an express line, for people who don’t ask for stupid drinks at Starbucks.

In conclusion, if you fall into one of these categories, stay home. Or better yet, figure your life out before you get to the drive thru. The rest of the world will thank you.

xoxo -Kate

Just A Little Story

This is somewhat an old story, fantastic laughs and totally true. I did have another blog, but I never got it started. I decided I’d share this here!

PS- I’m letting ya’ll laugh at my misfortune.

Alright friends, let’s talk about a little thing called wild life. To be more exact, a deer running head on into the side of your car, at 6:30 in the morning. Those suckers are solid as hell. I’d be the first to tell you.

Let’s do a run down of the sitch: I was called into work an hour early, and could NOT get out of my own way while getting ready. Although I was running late, I stopped for a coffee, AND was listening to the radio. For those who know me, homegirl needs her coffee and always listens to her iPod…so this is a weird day already. Anyway, half way through my 45 minute trek through farm land (or whatever PA suburbs call themselves) a freakin’ deer came out from the woods and ran straight into the driver’s side of the door. Not only did I scream loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood, but all the drivers around me stopped to see if I had died.

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Let’s just say, everyone knew I wasn’t from ā€œaround there.ā€ Whatever. Deers are bitches, and I hate all of them. My car, my poor baby Sloane Peterson, had been damaged. So much so, that I could not get out of my side of the car. Just my luck really, as if people didn’t find my behavior awkward already, climbing through the passenger side of a car REALLY makes people just say, ā€œBOY! That girl is all sorts of normal!ā€

After telling my entire family about my brush with a beast unknown to my parts, my family started sending me ā€œJoe Buck, Attorney at Lawā€ flyers, complete with a picture of a buck (male deer for all you common suburban people) in a suit, posing for a picture.

"Joe Buck: Attorney At Law"

Needless to say, my misfortune became my family’s main source of humor for more than a couple days.

Beteedubs: The deer didn’t die, which my faithful protector was super disappointed about. In his words ā€œThat would-a been dinner!ā€ AND my car’s damage was more than 5 grand. BUT! I’m fairly happy I am safe and I wasn’t damaged in the process.

15 Things that Happen in Retail that are Absolutely Hilarious

Let me tell you, working in retail is a job that can be rewarding, tiring, and terribly annoying within the same 8 hour shift. After working in a housewares store, a specialty store, and now a clothing store…I will tell you: I have seen it all. I have heard everything. Although I’ve seen and heard everything, it never ceases to amaze me how dense human beings can be. People never cease to amaze me. I love what I do, I find such great fulfillment in helping people and being in customer service. What I don’t love is being treated as if I am below another human. So here we have it: 15 Things that Happen in Retail that are Absolutely Hilarious. (give or take a couple people you meet along the way)

  1. It’s quite hilarious that customers from any walk of life seem to look down on retail workers. I mean, really look down on them. On the contrary, my dear friend, you should applaud us for our bravery…we have to deal with people like you every day.
  2. On top of that, the dense ones seem to not think a college degree is something we lowly retail workers can obtain. Which, by the way, is hilarious.
  3. What about a stranger being heavy makes it appropriate to ask when the baby is coming? OR…ooh this is my favorite, “What size are you? I mean, well..my daughter/niece/granddaughter/friend of family is like..your height..but like, thinner?” bullets are literally coming from my eyes.
  4. Being rude/in a rush/angry at a line of people is literally not going to solve anything.
  5. The argument that the computer’s math is wrong.
  6. The argument that a receipt is not necessary for a full cash refund. No, I will not believe you that you paid in cash, would you believe that?
  7. This customer: “I shop anonymously.” And then pay with a credit card.
  8. This customer: “Ha..I just printed up that hundred dollar bill.” Literally, that wasn’t funny the first time I heard it.
  9. This quote, “Oh, wow! It is dead in here! Guess you can close early!” If only, you basic, if only.
  10. This brainiac: “The line is really long…just bring out another register! I’m in a hurry!” Yes, that’s a thing that happens. We just have registers in the back. That we can move around. We purposely don’t have them out to annoy you.
  11. Coupons that employees never have laid eyes on. Coupons that don’t exist. Coupons that aren’t in the customer’s possession, but apparently are at home. It’s so good when a customer says that they left their coupon at home, and there are no current coupons. Literally, so good.
  12. Once, at the specialty shop I worked at, a man came in and told me to look into his eyes, and that he was able to read my soul.
  13. Once, at that same specialty shop I worked at, I was told I was white, and basic.. OH MY GOD, I AM?!
  14. Another time, I was told by a real human person that her DAWG could do my job better than me. That’s phenomenal. Please bring him here, the holiday season is coming. We need seasonal people.
  15. Finally, when a female customer shoots dirty looks at you for trying to help her brother/husband/boyfriend/fiance/whatever. Homegirl, please. In case you haven’t noticed– I work here. I don’t want any piece of that.

So there you have it. A billion reasons why retail is a fantastic job to have, bundled into 15. No, please, don’t pat me on the back just yet. Ok, do it.

xoxo -Kate

Surveys? Reviewer? What Have I Gotten Myself Into!?

Because of my career situation, you know…not having one and stuff, I’ve decided I need to pick up a second job to soften the blow of my bills. Being the optimistic bitch I am, I figure I can do anything I set my mind to! Little did I realize, that isn’t the case. Since I graduated school, I have been more and more focused on what I’m doing with the rest of my life. I’ve come up fairly empty-handed.

To be honest, I want to be a freelancer. I want to be able to sit in a starbies all day and write to the public. I want to write blogs, articles, and be interacting with people. Oh, and get paid a sick nasty amount. Where is that job? It probably doesn’t exist. But, my positive mind has told me, “Don’t give up!” So, I went on my merry way, googling the crap out the statement “get paid to freelance.” In the past, I came up with nothing.

Two nights ago, I stumbled upon a website: elance.com. Basically, this is like the classifieds for freelancers. I filled out my profile and started applying to jobs. I got a hit not even an hour into being a member! It was for daily writing: 2-5 articles per day and around 400 words each. I didn’t know what I was getting into, so I accepted it. After the fact, I realized that my excitement was for nothing. After contacting the client, I realized that this wasn’t going to be what I thought it was. Instead of this being a casual 2 to 5 articles per day that I could complete whenever I wanted, I would have to juggle both my almost full-time job and these articles each day. I am hoping that my next endeavor on this website will be a positive one.

While looking around the Internet I figured that I could get paid to review certain products, so I signed up to be a “taker of surveys.” Let me tell you, it’s a con job. No joke it’s a con job. For each survey you take, you could get up to a whopping $.45! If you ask me, this is the stupidest idea ever.Ā  So, I decided that I would go onto another website. This time to review new artists. I will get six cents each review and I would have to listen to the song for 90 seconds. Not only is this a colossal waste of time, you have to listen to some freaking terrible music. Needless to say the struggle is real.

In conclusion, I’d like to say that freelancing is where my heart is, but as of right now it will stay my part time job. Until of course I hit it big and become the modern day Carrie Bradshaw.

xoxo- Kate