Did you know that at any given time, 10% of adult workers are being bullied on the job? Or that around 30% of us will be targets of bullying at some point during our careers?
I was the target of workplace bullying. I had been a great employee; I was even awarded Employee of the Month! After awhile, I became the person who knew the job inside and out, and could do it in my sleep. I was a little bored, but competent and content. According to the Workplace Bullying Institute, targets are usually independent, ethical, nurturing, "'go-to' veteran workers to whom new employees turn for guidance." That was me in a nutshell.
In 2003, Pamela Lutgen-Sandvik defined a cycle of Employee Emotional Abuse (aka bullying). Here's how that exact cycle played out in real life…
We are closing on a house this week (yay!), and it really sucked — I mean the whole process. Every time I've been in the house, I feel like I still
can't get attached to it, and it doesn't actually feel like it is going to be OURS.
So, I am thinking of naming my house. Has anyone else named their house? Is this too antiquated, or will I confuse folks? Or are we bringing the funk to the suburbs? (Good Rick James funk, not gross funk.) -Bethany
After returning from a trip to the American south, and falling in love with the tradition of home-naming, my best friend's mom, Meg, decided to name her house. A little while later, Meg came up with "Conejo Cottage" — an apt name, since they have a lot of pet rabbits that live there.
Although, when asking her for a photo of her home name plaque, Meg told me that she's changing the name of the house to "Duckington" since there are more ducks than rabbits now… AND it was the name of the estate where her mother was born on the Chesapeake Bay.
Although, I think the more modern-day version of house-naming is to come up with a location tag on Instagram. My favorite modern home names: "Chateau du Fatty Bandits," "BooMilk's Pleasure Nest," my parents' home in Maui that we've named "The Shack," and my cousin's home in Maui called "The Moocher's Hotel."
All this to say, from England to the American South, and now in the heart of Los Angeles and the Hawaiian islands, people have and do continue to name their homes.
Have you named yours? What do you call your pad?
The past few months my fiancé and I have spent a lot of time discussing our living arrangements for after the wedding day. We currently live in a trailer park and at first it never crossed our mind to stay here any longer than necessary.
We looked at buying a house, or moving into a condo; but both of those options left us with little cash to travel and so they were ruled out.
We looked into renting an apartment but the majority of places would not take in our furry babies, and so they were ruled out.
And after several discussions we made the intentional decision to stay in our trailer park, and we are SO STOKED.
The problem is that most people can't get over the fact that we are "living in a trailer." So I would like to, on behalf of all proud trailer park residents, set the record straight on this super-awesome alternative living space…
I make this every year for cheap-but-wonderful Christmas presents for family and friends. And I always make sure that there is enough made so that I can keep at least six jars for myself.
This is brilliant on cheese sandwiches, in a chili, or to pep up some chicken wings. Glass jars of all sizes are kept over the year and cleaned and sterilized to store this. I usually cook double or even triple the amounts given — but make sure you have a big enough pan.
This recipe makes about 1 litre, and is ready in 1 hour 20 minutes…
I don't wear makeup. In fact, I've probably worn makeup on less than twenty days in my entire life (one of those days was my wedding day). While I'm comfortable with my makeup-less face, the one small complaint that I do have about it is that I seem to have no eyebrows or eyelashes. This is one of the curses of the natural blonde. (The other one is the jokes.)
Eyebrows and eyelashes, like fezzes, are cool, and I would have liked to have some. Sadly, mascara application is something that I fail at. It comes out all uneven and clumpy, so I resigned myself to a life with no eyebrows or eyelashes. Laziness and not caring were very much factors in this decision. Until I found the only make-up routine that works for me…
A few months before I got married, I decided that I wanted to have eyebrows in my wedding photos, and one of my friends told me that I HAD to get my eyebrows tinted.
I initially laughed at the suggestion. I've never even dyed my hair, so it seemed like quite a big leap for me. But I decided to at least give it a shot.
As someone who fights with chronic depression and unemployment, I'm always looking for the things to help boost my mood — and, well, the closer to "free" they are, the better. So over the years I found a few things some people might not think about as mood-boosters!
I wanted to share my list of mood-boosters with everyone because we all have down days and maybe these could help a Homie out…
This post originally appeared on one of my best friends' blogs which you should be following. I begged him to let us feature it here, as I'm sure a lot of Homies have the same experience.
A fun fact about me: For the last few years, I haven't been consuming wheat.
Shortly after I moved to Los Angeles, I developed a stubborn rash. Several months and several doctors later, the only method we found to make the rash go away was to not eat wheat — no bread, no pasta, no beer. This hasn't been so difficult, since hippy-dippy Los Angeles is probably one of the easiest cities in the nation to find gluten-free food. However, my flagrantly anti-wheat lifestyle seems to be a matter of curiosity for everyone else.
Here, then, I'd like to pre-emptively answer any of the questions you might have about it…
Did you see my incredibly simple, $14, no-sew DIY veil on Offbeat Bride? This is how I repurposed the fabric for our daughter's room…