Rant

Today, I learned that a coworker who was just joined the team last year, whom I interviewed, got a raise.
On his yearly performance review a few weeks ago, my back boneless boss told him that there are no raises this year for anyone.
Ever since, the performance review, he nagged the heck out of my boss.
And so today, he got a raise.
I didn't know that nagging works. And I didn't know that raises is based on the level of nagging that you need to do to your boss. I thought it was based on your freaking performance.
Silly me.

Silly BlueCactus.

I went home feeling disgusted by my boss. Michael from 'The Office' might be comical, but having a boss like that in real life makes you hate yourself for hanging around and do nothing about your career.

I really feel like s***. And I am furious that I am letting this happen.
No, not the raise that my coworker got. That I don't care. But that I'm letting a crappy job holds the advancement my career. That I'm not fighting for my rights. That I hold on to this job which should have paid me thousands more bucks per year.

Basically for losing the gumption that I once had in life.

So I went home, put on my running shoes and I ran. I ran outside, in the dark, alone, in the cold.
I'm seriously considering running for the marathon.
I'm done sitting around being a couch potato watching Grey's Anatomy reruns.
Stupid TV.
It's just a hindrance and distraction from greater and better things in life.

I know finding a job is tough nowadays, but I'm gonna give it a try. This means I need to study, because in this IT world, an interview means a hard-core session of pop-quiz.
And I'm going to nail it.
Damn it.

Pardon my rant today, guys.

I need an outlet.

Uh Oh...

Today I just agreed to my husband to train for the marathon.
I don't know what I was thinking and if I can do it.
But, I think I'm going to give it a shot.
If Sarah Palin or Oprah or P Diddy or George Bush can do it, chances are... I can too.

Mrs?

BTW, As I was playing around with my blog settings and stuff, I suddenly realized that I put myself as Ms. Blue Cactus, a looongg time ago.
I guess, now that I am a missus and I have to change it.
Huh... the little things in married life that caught my attention...

Wrinkle Cream

In less than 2 months, I will be 34 years old.
Yes, I am approaching my mid thirty era. I found myself feeling disappointed when in some survey I have to choose my age bracket as: between '32 - 40'. And I found myself feeling light and joyful answering a survey where my age bracket is between '26 - 34'.

My mom, she's sixty something. She has all these excruciatingly expensive cream jars lining up on her dresser. Night cream, day cream eye cream, toner, serum, wrinkle cream and many many more.
When I called her last week and the subject of expensive cream came up, I told her that I don't wear any cream. Except one. A $7.00 cream jar that I bought from the drug store. It works for me and so I'm sticking with it.
There was a split second silence followed by an exclaim "Astaga...", which if translated freely in English would basically mean: "Holy cow..."
She has hundreds of dollars worth of cream.
She said, she's using a $650 cream. One tiny jar of cream.
Wow.
She said, buy something more expensive. I said, why? The $7 one works.

I don't wear powder or foundation. My skin is bare except of that transparent cream.

Is using $7 cream considered being cheap?
But also, is using $650 cream considered vain? Maybe I don't understand it just yet. I should wait a few more years and revisit this post. See if I jump and call my mom asking the name of that cream.

I have been watching my eyelids lately. They are the wrinkliest than have ever been. I once told myself, when the time comes, I want to grow old gracefully.
This means no Botox. No collagen injection. No plastic surgery. No nip tuck.
I'm wondering what the category of a $650 jar of cream would be. In the same bucket as Botox & nip tuck?

There has got to be something 'magical' in that little jar. I wonder what. And I guess I will have to buy it to find out.
Or... maybe... not.