You accept the love you think you deserve.
So you’d think living in a big city on a Friday night would be a single girl’s dream come true. No, I’m actually on the upper side on the scale of 1 to 10, so attractiveness isn’t the issue… BUT where I live the top three questions anyone is concerned with is 1) What do you do? 2) What do you drive? 3) How much do you make.
It is astounding how MANY freaking men here are still physically attached to their mothers via umbilical cord after the age of 25. What is going on with the world of parenting and motherhood these days?
Some part of it makes some sense in the world of insecurity among women we live in today. Plastic personality and bodies are everywhere, so why wouldn’t they procreate and create mini male versions of themselves to feed their souls into so that they can train them to be slaves for the rest of THEIR natural lives.
I find myself fortunate to have parents that actually raised me to be an individual and an adult. Don’t get me wrong, they support me… and I can always call them, but I can’t even GRASP ever attaching myself to them as I’ve seen most men to their parents these days.
Granted, I give them some leeway of a failing economy and hardships that we haven’t faced in our young lives (though nothing like the Great Depression).
I wish I could do an S.O.S to mothers of young men out there that they need to pay attention to this attrition of failure they are reproducing. Men are to be men. Hunters, gatherers and rocks for the female race to be attracted to, not look at and feel complete sadness for.
Buck up moms and find men to be men for you in the later part of your lives and let your sons go. They need to create healthy lives and families for themselves. You are only dooming human kind if you continue to create half ass boys that are being created by the numbers today. It’s not just me… I have met numerous women who have walked away in self preservation over submission to the matriarchs of the 2010’s. It’s a monarchy that is doomed to fail.
Doing a good thing. Such a loaded action. What may be good to one may be bad for or to another. So what in the hell do you do when the good sucks you into a vortex of drama? Welcome to workplace drama people. I “idealistically” (hence the subtitle of my blog) can’t figure out why the hell people are so freaking selfish, self-serving and consumed with how everything little thing affects THEM. There is no convincing these folks of a bigger picture…and God knows lately I feel like I’m walking around with a mirror on my face with the sole life purpose of reflecting and being encouraged to make their lives easier.
Yeah, yeah…No comments on reading a book on boundaries and the power of saying no or people pleasers anonymous. I’ve found the line of not being a doormat… Truthfully, through trial and error… But when doing the right/good thing requires a thought process of decisions before proceeding – due to possible repercussions, what does that say???
Should I start signing off as Beaten down Pollyanna instead of CC? As naive as this sounds, I had no clue that “don’t let your heart be hardened” would remain on my active ‘to do’ list till I die. Ah… So the death call that concluded my day? Let’s get to that. So after a day of doing what I thought was good… Being crucified, questioned and accused of blah, blah, blah all for a group of people being caught for not knowing what the left foot was doing from the right and contradicting each other and none listening to the either… I turn into the sacrificial lamb.
So sucky work days turn into text from unrevealed self consumed bartender (see Bartenders Revealed post)…to ‘get me the hell out of here’… To getting in my car to listen to a voicemail from my insurance company telling me along with my birthday card I should be receiving soon, I should take note to the life insurance policy customized and included in my birthday card?!?!? In the case I should meet unforeseen circumstances and wish to leave my relatives a quarter million dollars all for $25 a month?!?!?! All I have to say to this idealistically epically failure of a day is you are so over. That’s drawing a freaking boundary of a box around it and suck it.
I am screaming, “Noooooooooooooo!” Bill Hader can you hear me? Don’t leave!
“It was a hard decision, but it has to happen at some point,” Hader told The New York Times. “It got to a point where I said, ‘Maybe it’s just time to go.'”
Hader joined SNL in 2005 and quickly became known for his spot-on celebrity impersonations of James Carville, Al Pacino, and Julian Assange. But it was an original creation — flamboyant “Weekend Update” city correspondent Stefon — that made him a household name.
News of Hader’s departure comes as SNL faces the loss of several other key castmembers, including Late Night-bound Seth Meyers and chronic question Jason Sudeikis. There’s buzz that Fred Armisen may be on his way out…
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ABC Fall Schedule Revealed: S.H.I.E.L.D. Targets Tuesday, Once Spin-Off Lands on Thursday, DWTS Downsized, Suburgatory MIA
Is it just me or with one look at this promo photo does anyone else see CANCELLED in its future?
ABC is the third broadcast network to unveil its 2013-14 schedule and the big news is that Joss Whedon’s much-hyped Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. has landed on Tuesdays, where it will kick off an all-new lineup.
Also of note: The spin-off Once Upon a Time in Wonderland, which was originally envisioned to bridge the gap between Once Upon a Time‘s fall and spring runs, will air Thursdays at 8/7c, running concurrently with the original series.
In a conference call with reporters, ABC president Paul Lee said Once‘s third season will still be divided into two distinct 12-episode batches, a strategy he plans to extend to Revenge and Scandal, as well. Limited series, like the new reality adventure The Quest, will be brought in to fill various winter voids.
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The old adage there is no ‘I’ in team… (there was even an A in A-Team, so many things that A could stand for… yes, your first thought was correct) welcome to the 21st century and a total rethink to this premise. Share with me YOUR stories of your I’s in your team and how they literally suck the soul out of your work environment. Oh come on, you can do it. Just create the anonymous email address like me and post away.
Have fun and let it out. There has to be a place for us to let go somewhere. There is more than one anonymous… and I don’t mean the hacker. I mean the ones of us who are so nice, good and people pleasing that we hold back to every ounce of our SELVES that we let others over take them.
Still too shy to express? Send me your quotes and stories and I’LL post them anonymously.
I never really sat at a bar until 2011. No seriously… before then I just grabbed a drink and got back to my crowd or to dancing with all that heart and soul to referred earlier in posts.
So… back to 2011. There was this bartender, which until 2011 I had chalked up to flirtatious, fickle, wandering souls that were in it for the next booty bang and could care less about the people sitting on their stools other than for tips of course. Which honestly is TBD at this point on whether this notion has officially changed, but I’ll let you make your own judgement if needed.
I’m beginning to see a pattern in bartenders (for the most part)… pardon to the ones that have a GOAL. Right on brothers and sisters… you are a minority amongst you peers.
Pattern #1 – When asked what their dreams are (i.e. goals, purpose in life, etc.) you are met with an ‘UUUUUUUUUUUggggggghhhhhhhh”. This friends, especially to the ladies out there, is cute at first, but is not to be overlooked…. keep reading as to why.
Pattern #2 – Nocturnal patterns of sleeping. Yeah, yeah, so they work late, but GOOD LORD, you can totally wake up till 4 pm. BARTENDING IS NOT AN EXCUSE FOR YOUR DEPRESSION.
Pattern #3 – DIRECTIONLESS. Did you get that? Let me say it again. DIRECTIONLESS. No matter what you do, opportunities you put in front of them, you are NOT going to Tom Cruise “Cocktail” (movies from the 80’s) there butts into dreaming there way to success of owning their own bar. It’s in a movie for a reason. IT IS NOT GOING TO ACTUALLY HAPPEN. Bryan Flanigan DOES NOT exist. Well, he actually does by name and is ACTUALLY a boyfriend of mine from college… ironically, but besides what you can come up with on Facebook, GIRLS IT IS NOT HAPPENING.
Pattern #4 – They are completely unclear and have a massive lack of memory to what they say to you. Why? Because they can’t differentiate between a customer they are trying to get top tip dollar out of and their loved ones. It all mirages together to an overall kiss everyone’s ass and say statements to please everyone because most of the time they are still living with their parents and still pleasing their mothers to the point you need to RUN and RUN fast.
Pattern #5 – PROTECT YOURSELF. Yes, I mean that in the way you think…physically… mouth to mouth contact… be safe than sorry… thank you to Life Skills 101 at to remain anonymous high school in Florida. THEY DATE strippers… really… no matter what they say… they are both nocturnal… so why not right?
Pattern #6 – Baby, I love you. – Nope. Nope. and Nope. refer back to Pattern #4. Tips pretty much equal to “baby I had a bad tip night at work so that you give enough to pay for drinks and/or movie in a non-nocturnal moment” and two cruises and many drinks, movies, concerts and dinners later you are kicking yourself for that… “he’ll grow out of it mentality” wish. It doesn’t happen. No matter WHAT you do. It’ll all end in the “you deserve more than my “current” self cop-out and the relationship you poured your heart and soul into will result in your own butt kicking conclusion of what you should have been concentrating on the entire time you were “being a good girlfriend” to a guy who the entire time knew how everything would end.
Nice ride. Never again.
So this post may be appended to, but the bottom line is, it’s still unclear whether a bartender even actually has a SOUL. And here’s me being real. Yes, the bartender broke my heart. Totally. Remember…
How many times have you been told… “you should write a book”? My count has reached its limit to the point I have finally unleashed. The downside of a book, all the names you reveal even though “changed to protect the real people” are always figured out somehow. Consider this the “Graduate” of the 2010’s… I’ve got enough scoop for it.
We sit around and watch the scoop on the crazies of killers and psychopaths, what’s the latest on Lindsay Lohan and Amanda Bynes, whose getting married… divorced… and the latest “baby daddies”, but where is the REAL LIFE in all of this? Bueller, Bueller?
These things have become the normal person’s reality simply for the fact we are barraged with it 24 hours a day. The sad thing is the life lessons, REAL life lessons experienced in “as close as we can get to normal” life of the average Joe or in this case average “Caleigh Clark” are lost.
My other encouragement from the masses was that I, in light of all these “experiences”, should dump these thoughts into cyberspace. This I don’t get, but they keep encouraging that in this inner voice there are morals of positive goodness and insight that could make an impact on someone. Idealistic girl here thinking it limits it to those in the U.S. or other non-third world countries because there isn’t much blog reading time in places fighting to survive with the basics… which you’ll hear on some of my adventures to these places.
So, welcome to Caleigh Clark revealed. We’ll see what happens. So what is the blog all about? Politics (inner corporate office and those crazies in DC), traveling, style, photography, real people (sometimes intermixed with those crazy celebrities), people who are awesome to you, people who treat you like crap and honestly ‘can’t remember’, and everything in between. Author’s note: I will definitely be breaking AP style guides here and honestly, don’t care too much, if you are into that, this is not your blog. If you are into heart, soul, idealistic (sometimes to a fault) optimism no matter what… as O.A.R. says, “how many times can your heart be shattered” then friend, you’ve found the right spot. There is no “box” here, just an every day that is different and holds whatever it may.