I don't like it because it wasn't my best work. I was holding off for the good stuff until an assignment came due where I could use it. After I posted it, there was no sense of accomplishment. I actually was afraid of people I know in real life finding it. That's no way to start a blog.
Then... I started thinking. Why would I write it if it isn't worth reading? Why write anything at all? Well, I'm changing my ways! I will challenge myself to write my best post every time, my freshest idea with no Aces up my sleeve.
So, in the midst of my Friends-Netflix-Binge-Watching (to be referred to as FNBW from here on out) I started to write down the things that made me laugh, the things that I think of when I'm at work and laugh out loud to myself causing people to look at me strangely. In the midst of today's - I'm-overwhelmed-and-freaking-out session, one of those funny quotes came to my mind.
It came to me when I was perusing my body washes in the shower. I noticed one from Victoria Secret (Christmas Present) that I haven't used yet. As I was frothing up my loofah - boom - there it was. A perfect scenario to present to you. Then, as I went to test my new smell, I got soap up my nose and laughed out loud to myself, and with no one around to look at me strangely, I realized how perfect it really was.
No Uterus, No Opinion
(You get a Mommy's Vice Point [to be referred to as MVP from here out out] if you know what I'm talking about. On a side note, at first I was going to call it a "Taryn Point" or "TP" but I figured it would be better to be confused with "Most Valued Player" than "Toilet Paper". Haha... )
Today at work I listened into a seminar on "Gender Communication Gaps in the Workplace". The presenter spoke on the different ways that men and women communicate in general, and then specifically in the workplace.
The topic that came to mind with soap up my nose, was the one where - most of the time, women don't want advice. We want to talk, we want to be listened to, we want to listen, we want to share - yet, we don't want to be judged or be told what to do.
On the other hand, men want to fix problems. HENCE the communication gap.
Essentially, when I have too much homework left, too much work I left behind today - to the point that I'm waking up in the middle of the night to e-mail myself things I forgot to do today, and at SOME point in this crazy week I still need to take my daughter to the fair (barf - I absolutely hate the fair, but that is for another day). When my house is a disaster and there is nothing in the fridge, I don't really want to know what you think about it.
This is what I want...
Option A) Stay quiet, nod in agreement with me and give me a hug until I can catch my breath, or
Option B) Ante up.The thinking started up again. Do I ever want advice from anyone? Does anyone ever want advice from anyone? I feel as if, when we need the advice or when we have a question, we seek it out. And most of the time, the sentence starts with either "I need advice" or "I have a question".
Example: "I need some advice, I want to be better at my job. I need to know where I can improve" or,
"I have a question, can I just copy images off the internet into my blog without specific citations?"
And, when the answer to that question is to utilize Google Image Search Tools, "Labeled for Re-Use" and then you search "No Uterus, No Opinion" and you find disgusting pictures of actual female organs, nuns, and Sarah Palin... you (actually talking about you, not me this time) get a picture of my cat in the sink when I'm trying to brush my teeth at 7AM on a Monday.
Lol
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