Commuting through Life

I have found myself getting more and more annoyed everyday with Chicago commuters. Now I know that most of them don't mean to be annoying because let's face it, most people really just think about themselves, oblivious to others around them. Not all, but too many.

Watching people go in and out, to and fro the Metra train, sidewalks, and buildings got me thinking about how people really live their lives.

How you handle your life is a lot like how you handle Chicago commuting.

I am one of those people that do not like to wait in the herds of masses. I do not use them as an excuse for any kind of tardiness and choose to get around them. I make the extra effort to plan a route, pick up the pace or take an extended route around the herd of people just to get around and ahead of them. While at the same time I do not push, hit or disrespect anyone else's personal space. I take extra precaution that I don't distrub anyone else. I think it's one of the nicer things I do throughout the day.

But then there's "the herd". That large group of people that move like molasses to a destination. People that will not make an extra effort to get started with their life because they use the exuse of everyone else is in there way. Or there are those that take their sweet time in the middle of the street or blocking a busy corner, all the while making people like myself HAVE to use more time and energy to get around them.

So? What kind of life commuter are you?

Are you the one that flies through the city, cutting your own paths to get where you want to go?

Do you feel safer in the middle the herd letting them guide you slowly to where you might or might not want to go?

Are you that person that is oblivious to the world around you, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk during rush hour to tie your shoe or catch up with a friend?

Or even yet! Are you the person on the sidelines asking for change, hoping that someone will have pity for you enough to spare some?

With that being said......GET OUT OF MY WAY, I HAVE THINGS TO DO!

Lovingly yours, Merry Ms. Berry

Dear 33 year old me,

It all changes this year....NO, it all changes this month.

Once again I've been burned and made to feel that I am someone that can get pushed around, stepped on and made to feel completely unimportant. I am Jack's broken heart.

I've put a lot of my happy into working for people only take care of those that whine, bitch and complain. That is not who I am. I work hard. I smile. I take care of others. And what do I get for it? I steaming pile of smoke and mirrors, broken promises and blatant lies to my cute little face.

Well, I've roughly updated my resume. Not that it really matters because I do not want another office position. The perks are not good enough when you are made to feel insignificant. And I am putting myself out there. Out anywhere where I am celebrated for being me.

But here's the fucking kicker of it all!!!! They are going to miss the living hell out of me when I'm gone. How do I know? Because every single time I would take any time off, whether a week long vacation or an extra couple days for a weekend to Las Vegas or New York City, I would come back and everyone would be singing my praises. Hugs and kisses galore! "Please don't leave. We missed you so much."

WELL if that were the case across the board I wouldn't feel so shitty. Yes, the women I work with and a handful of men, really do appreciate the work that I do. But then there's upper management. Those fucking pinheaded penny pinching blind sided, narrow minded muthafukas that want to "keep me in my place".

NOT ANYMORE!!!!!

FUCK ALL OF THEM!!!! I refuse to become some whiny two-bit shit head just to get noticed. Honor and praise those who work hard and go above and beyond for others around you, with NO ulterior motives.

I knew this was coming. I just didn't know exactly when. I thought I would have had a little bit more time to get my finances in order before throwing myself back out into the world. God has a different plan for me. He wants 2013, 95% to be all about being me. New me. Old me. The best me that I am supposed to be.

Here's to fucking ME!!!