Totes Ally, Mouth Breather Confirmed, and Monday Might Change Everything

Totes Ally, Mouth Breather Confirmed, and Monday Might Change Everything

In this episode, mouth breather status officially confirmed and my jaw is sore from trying to fix it. Job search update — two ghostings that stung and one final interview scheduled live on the phone for Monday. Then it’s Pride Month and I get into my full ally journey, Justin, karma kamikaze, my daughter, and why my lunch bag says totes ally every single day

New Hair Who Dis, Am I My Own Worst Enemy, and Am I a Neanderthal?

In this episode, after 25 years of the same haircut I shaved my head and nobody at work recognized me. I also had a 2am epiphany about whether my public Facebook profile has been costing me job opportunities. And finally — am I a mouth breather? Am I closer to Neanderthal than I thought?

I Broke my Mic, No Plans are Plans, and Job Search Almost Done?

In this episode, I’m back after two weeks — my Five Below mic broke and every store within 30 miles was sold out, so I recorded straight from my phone. I give a long overdue job search update including two promising opportunities and one interview that felt more like a conversation. Then I get into why no plans IS the plan, why that needs to be more accepted, and what happens when you leave the house without your conversating brain.

Rocking the Boat(or not), Honeydo List, and Mental Health Awareness

In this episode, I’m recording on Mother’s Day between errands while Rebecca enjoys the best gift I could give her — being left alone. I get into a moment at work where I had to decide whether to rock the boat or not, and what that says about the climate we’re all living in right now. Then I get into something close to my heart — it’s Mental Health Awareness Month, and as someone diagnosed with clinical depression at 39, I have some things I need to say. You are not a burden. Your brain is a liar. And therapy might just change your life.

Tracksuit Era, Boundaries, and Tooting Your Own Horn

In this episode, I recap a genuinely great 43rd birthday — vegan biscuits and gravy, a Keanu Reeves mystery DVD pack, and an Adidas tracksuit that made me squeal. Job hunt update: I turned down an interview over the commute and I have zero regrets. And a frustrating Saturday at work reminded me exactly why I’m ready to move on — and that I’m really good at my job even when others forget it.