A sobering experience...

I got into work dreading this day and within a matter of mintues found out a co-worker got fired for the very thing I was dreading doing. I quickly sobered up and realized that the thing I dread doing, someone just got fired for not doing at all or not enough. I'll save the details of what the issue was about but I think it's imporatant to note that I'm at a job, you're at a job, we're at a job and we are here, there to do a job. As much as I wish I could be getting paid to sit at my cubicle looking good, I don't. I get paid to do a job and I am expected to do it 100 percent every day that I am here. Realistically I have been putting in about 25 percent. So my sobering experience is if I do not want to be in the footsteps of my co-worker, I'd better get with the program or wait for the bosses to say arrivederci!

Back in school baby!!!

1st video blog of my ugly mug! lol...

6 months is up and I'm getting back in class!

6 months went quick. I'm getting back in class and finishing this degree up! I don't think I will get my MBA here. It feels so good to get back in the game and finish what I started! I have about 6 to 8 months to finish and I'll be in the money! Or paying back the money! Stupid mistakes will cost ya!

June 21st is the day!

I will be back in school at the end of the month. Trying to decide if I should stay on a ground campus or go online. HMMMM? I cannot wait to be done! Although I'm going to obtain my masters anyway. So thought I would get that down and decide on the best course of action. I'm also trying to figure out a good home based business because working is getting on my ever loving nerve. I miss spending time with my boys. I want to be more involved with activities they get in. argh!!!

Imma Cowboy!!!

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!!

Something new?

Around December 2009 I was lost and felt like my life had no meaning. My only hope was that my children would not turn out like me and my failures would serve as a lesson. I wanted my children to understand that I failed in life but through my failure I would hope they would be driven to succeed. I knew that if I died I would only leave my children a life lesson. I had no money, assets, or legacy to pass on. All I could hear my boys say as they stood over my coffin was, “I never want to be like him,” and I was ok with that. As long as I could inspire them to do better than I, I wouldn’t die in vain. My friends thought I was loser, my family didn’t have too many expectations from me, and most of all I believed with all my heart, I was a certified LOSER! One day it hit me; my life is worth more than that! My children deserved better, I deserved better and I needed to make a change. I was tired of feeling like a loser. I had experienced some pretty amazing things in my life but most, if not all, came at the expense of someone else. I had fun on someones dime, time, and hard work. I was tired of that! I was tired of people telling me who I was. I would no longer live vicariously through someones success. I was going to make my own way and even if it killed me I would rather people say, I died trying! So I got on the internet and got on one of those college web sites that advertise general degree programs and waited. I’m not sure how long it took but an enrollment advisor from San Marcos gave me a call. Our conversation was quick and easy. I told the EA, “If you can get me in, I’ll go.” I didn’t know anything about the University of Phoenix. I could have been signing up for cooking classes for all I knew. I had to do something. I completed the application over the phone and received a call to show up at the orientation. As I sat in orientation in room 21 at KM, thoughts of doubt kept going through my head. I had failed the handful of times I tried junior college and I thought what is going to make this time different. As I sat through orientation my confidence began to build. I started to feel better about my decision. However, I still didn’t know what UOPX was all about. A few weeks later I had my first class, GEN 195. As with anything that attended, I sat in the back. Sitting in the back was my mechanism for avoidance. If I could sit in the back I could avoid the message. Whatever the message was or could be, I knew sitting in the back would keep me safe from it. Whatever messages people wanted me to listen to would only make me realize how horrible my life was, therefore, I didn’t want to hear the message. I wanted to sit there and when it was time to go, I hoped that I could revisit the message on my own, somehow.