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I’m stealing.

| cheriarmour

I know that I usually do my Here’s What posts on Fridays but I’m not feeling particularly passionate about anything (I told you guys I had a rough day at work yesterday), and I feel like, rather than force myself to concoct a list when I’m not really feeling it, why not just chat with you guys?

First, a little news!

We ordered my wedding dress yesterday, and the sketch for my save-the-dates was emailed over to me today.  After that, all I do is take them to the print shop, and they can get sent out after it’s sent to me via PDF.  If the weekend passes and I tell you that I haven’t gathered addresses, please come to my house, kick down the door, and strap me to the couch until it gets done.  But it’s getting real, and it’s exciting and scary and so cool all the same time!  I want the day to be here and I don’t all at the same time.  Eeep eep eeep eep!

Now, I’m stealing. 

I stole this over from Krystyn at Chits and Giggles, (hope you don’t mind, babe!), but I love love loved the thought behind the post.

If you could get paid do anything you want, what would you do?

I love it because that’s the question that really indicates what you’d be doing if you could do it.

So what would I be doing?

DSC_0034Some of it, I do.  I teach Zumba classes a few times as week which I love.

But if I could do anything, anything in the world and get paid for it, I would….

….Blog mostly.  Blog and travel and read other blogs, take photos and blog some more.

DSC_0035…Run. I would run and probably run faster if I thought that there would be some money attached to the deal.

…Travel.  Since I was a kid, one of the best parts of any trip is the stay in the hotel room, and nothing about that has changed.  If I got to travel around everywhere, run and blog about it, and sleep in delicious hotel beds, I would do it in a heartbeat.

So, that brings me to this.  What would you do if you got paid for it?

Can I get this off my chest?

| cheriarmour

First off, happy Grammys!  I adore good music.  Absolutely makes the world go round.  Anyhoo!

I try not to complain a ton.  I’m a big Belieber believer in karma.  I think the more you complain, the more bad things happen to you.  If I have a legitimate complaint at a restaurant, I always try to immediately follow it with a compliment somewhere else.  I had the worst experience ever at this filthy Dunkin Donuts on Western Boulevard with a latte, so the following week, I called McDonald’s corporate to compliment Sheila on how friendly she was when she handed me my Diet Dr. Pepper.  Made me feel my karma was in check.

Anyhoo, I say this because I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to blog about this, but Deb and I were talking, and we totally needed to get this off my chest.

Storytime!

SO I work for Fleet Feet Raleigh, and I love my job.  There is rarely a day when I go in when I dread going to work, and I laugh at least hourly there.  I think I was doing something behind our cash wrap about a month ago, and I noticed there was a cute young girl wearing an Elon sweatshirt.  I was like HOLLA!  I love networking with Elon Alumni.  My mistake.  So her father saunters up, carrying a Starbucks in his hand.

Elon Girl’s Dad: YOU WENT TO ELON?!

Me: Yeah!  I loved it!  You guys are so lucky!

Elon Girl’s Dad: Wait a minute. You’re telling me…you paid $100,000 you went to Elon…and you work here? ::looks around disgustedly::

Me: Well….I…I…

For the first time in forever, I was speechless. Blown away that someone could walk into my place of employment, look me up and down, insult me, insult my co-workers, and be okay with it.  It was rude, it was deplorable, and despite what this gentleman seems to think, there’s more than one path to success than going to Elon, immediately becoming CEO of some place, and being rich and fancy.

My sister, Deb, also says she’s had a similar experience at the stock brokerage where she works.  Despite the fact she makes decent money, and has passed the tests necessary to move up in the company, folks have made similarly rude comments about her major, International Comparative Studies, and Korean.  It seems that folks think that if you don’t do exactly what it is that your major entails in life, that you’re a failure.

First off.  Not true.  My dad majored in Physics, and ended up in banking.  My mother studied Nursing and is a stay-at-home mom.  Lilly Ghalichi (of Shahs) is a lawyer by trade, and designs Swimgerie.  Mike Posner went to Duke, studied sociology, and now tunelessly sings, and gets paid millions for it.

Second off.  Mind your dang bidness before you run around making rude, sweeping judgements.  So what, I’m not a lawyer and rich?  I’m rich in life (thank you Nene), and I’m very happy.  I’m not a blight on society (in fact, I might even be the opposite).  So in the words of a tearful emotional scholar, Tyra Banks kiss my fat ass!  ::slaps butt::

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