Bree!

Toes have been from running into furniture and dropping crap on them like air conditioners

Fingers are from doors, and dropping things like engine blocks on them.

Right hand was from taking a short cut that involved jumping over a fence…. thats also when I got bruies 8 inches wide that whent from crotch to knee on both legs.

Right elbow, tripping over a rock.

 Right scapula,Falling out of my car, from the drivers seat while in park, just trying to get out. 2 ribs, same incident with falling out of my car.

 Right cheek bone and nose and concusion the first time lacrosse stick (the old fashioned made from Ash wood kind to the face while not wearing a helmut)

 Right side of my skull and 3 ribs, and concusion, falling off the top of my dads tractor trailor, becasue I was trying to be nice and scrape bugs off the windshield.

 2 Ribs from lacrosse.

2 ribs from when I had pneumonia and coughed so hard I broke them.

Wrists at the same time from skateboarding.

Burn on my leg from motorcycle exhaust pipe, and hot glue gun.

Stitches on my left leg from running into an aquarium in the basement.

Stiches on my ass from a bottle of beer being tucked inot the back of my apron when I was a bartender and then trying to open the kitchen door with my ass.

Stiches on my scalp from A plane hitting me.

Second broken nose falling on my face on a patch of ice.Concusion.

sprained my back getting out of the shower, I slipped and tried to catch myself.

Sprained neck from sledding.

 Dislocated jaw, umm.. lets just say it was an intimate moment.

 Concusion and broken foot from falling down stairs while carrying a fulls size keg.

Thumbs, airbag from a car wreck. totaled the car, only sprained my thumbs.

 I wont even go into how many time I have cut myself, cleaned it out with peroxide, and just super glued it shut.

Or how many time I have dropped something on my finger and gotten a blood blister unde the nail and taken a hot needle and poked it through my nail to releave the pressure.

 Or that most of those stitches where given to me by vet students, or paramedics because I didnt have health insurance.

or the time i got a boil in my armpit, that got infected and turned into cellulitits and had to be hospitalized.

 The vast with the exception of the broken leg, I walked most of these off. the broken foot I walked on for 3 days before I went to the er becasue I thought bah it will be fine, besides, it cant be that bad I can still move my toes and put weight on it.

Cain said. “Don’t blame Wall Street, don’t blame the big banks — if you don’t have a job and you are not rich, blame yourself!”

If I could get my hands on Mr. Cain I would tell him my story.

I was a smart kid, I did well in school. I earned scholarships. Didn’t get into trouble. I was even tested as proclaimed a genius with a 126 IQ, learning disability and all.

I worked hard; first in my family to go to a university.
It was an Ivy, even. I took out student loans to pay for it. They weren’t enough so I worked 40 hours a week while attending an Ivy. I maxed out my federal loans and did not have a co signer. So I got a job at that Ivy, enrolled into the employee degree program. The employee degree program refused to take the classes that I earned already at that same institution.

I got a job as a dot commer. I was responsible for a multimillion dollar e commerce websites usability. That market collapsed. So, even thought I had 4 years experience, I couldn’t get hired because I didn’t have a Bachelors.

It was the late 90s. I went to a military recruiter. I took all the tests, they wanted me. I agreed. I show up to sign my contract, and they backed out. They said they couldn’t put it in writing that they would pay for me to finish school, but I might qualify after 8 years of service.

So I went back to school. I worked full time while working for a separate Ivy. I was responsible for the development of a system that saved the Ivy millions of dollars and actually let that Ivy get more money in research grants. I was so good at my job, that when my initial 3 year contract was up, I was no longer qualified to do the job I made, in the sub department I built, that save millions of dollars and generated more grant money, because I didn’t have a masters degree.
I finish my undergraduate the same day as my last day on that job.

I start getting phone called from the military; recruiting calls. So you want me now there are 2 wars going on…

I learn about a program that if I work for a non profit for 10 years, and make payments on my student loans that entire time that they would be forgiven. I go back to school. Get my masters degree. Sell blood plasma to buy a new lap top. Work Full TIME while getting my masters degree. And take side jobs during school breaks.

The program is canceled.

So now I sit, with 16 certificates saying I made the deans list. An impressive resume. At a job at a non profit. That I am over qualified for. Living pay check to paycheck. With 88K in student loan debt.

Fuck you Cain.
I didn’t expect much, but I did expect not to be the working poor. I’m not mad at myself.

You’re wrong that the System didn’t promise me something. It promised me with hard work I would have a savings account, that with hard work I would have a 6 year old car instead of a 12 year old car. It promised me I wouldn’t have to live with roommates in my thirties.

My apartment is furnished with street finds, my computer is a mid level HP that I bought with a coupon 3 years ago for 450 dollars. I don’t have an MP3 player that isnt 6 years old. My phone is 4 years old. I didn’t fritter away and squander things.
I’m not saying the system owes me a high paying job. I’m not saying the system owes me vacations in exotic lands. I’m saying the system owes me to be able to get 2 months of living expenses in my bank account. I’m saying the system owes me the opportunity to be middle class.

I am sick of hearing just pull yourself up my bootstraps and everything will be A OK.

No! It will NOT.

So I am going to scream, and be a beacon of warning. DONT BUY WHAT THEY PROMISE YOU!

Cuz if I can prevent one person from being fucked over then it’s worth it.

Its been a long time since I have updated, and alot of things have happened. I will update on those soon.

But tonight, I spoke with my parents on the phone, and I am overwhelmed with home much I miss them.

White Noise by Don DeLillo
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

oh dear god, I hated that book. Like hated it more than I hated Anna Korinana. Hated it more than Han hated Jabba. Hated it more than peanut butter loves jelley. Hated it so much I literally ran my copy over with my car when I was done with it. 300 pages of, “no, you need to pay more attention” and I wanted to die. Srsly, thanks to this book I lost 2 days, where I could have been paying attention to something else, anything else, but no, ironically this book impeded me from paying attention. God i hated that book. And If I ever see Deillo I am kicking him in the nads;tell him Fuck you and there is meaning in me kicking your ass. I WANT MY 2 DAYS BACK! kick

You elistist jerk. You write from the colonial patriarchy. kick

suck it whitey kick

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Since I updated, and honestly, it feels like nothing has happened other than rain. Im getting antsy again. I feel like I shouldnt just be spinning my wheels waiting for something to happen. But I dont know what to do…

Work had a reduction in work force today. 10%. I am worried. I am worried, but trying to keep my british stiff upper lip about me, even though I am not british.

This weekend, its time to update my LinkedIn, and resume.

It helps that my mom and sister have promised that i will not have to live under a bridge in a card board box.

I can’t talk too much about work. These things are public knowledge.

All I can say, is worried but Keeping Calm and Carrying On.

Bree Hookah, Ihop, whoopie pies, chillin with my homie Valerie Sacchetti. Thats my saturday.

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Bree ok its only been 18 minutes, but I just discovered I own 31 dresses, MY GOD WHO AM I??

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Lesson:  Do not drink the following in the same night Bloated bag of monkey spunk, dirty girl scout, Buttery nipple morning wood, violent fuck, manhattan, and a guiness.

Erica and I should have known that no good was going to happen becasue our evening started with the bartender coming out of the bar, looking at the moon, shouting “GOD DAMN YOU SUPER MOON” and going back inside shaking his fist.

Casualty list: my bathroom, Erica has a broken blood vessel in both eyes, my digestive system is not speaking to me, and I did not make it to the st. patricks day parade.

Bree current temp 99.8. Easy company is now in Bavaria. Bree company is now in bed.

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Sunday night I caught up with Kelley, really late and we went to Library bar. I had loose flavord cigarette and a drink called a Revolver. They where playing pulp fiction and it is an extremely comfortable couch to hang out on. I worry about her cuz of her up coming surgery, but she has a good support system.

Monday I woke up, got dressed and couldnt find my grown up shoes, so I ended up attending my training in a dress and converse sneakers all week. Training was good. My first class was in negotiations, once again I did not get my certificate because I ended up having to litterally chase a fed ex truck on the street of downtown LA… good thing I was in my converse. Fat girls do not like running. I did catch the truck thou. arrrr! FYI.

Monday night: went to little tokyo. Window shopped. took pictures. Ate at the lazy ox very tasty food but horrible service. excuse me all to hell that I am not hip enough.

Tuesday night: went to the farmers market. took the bus from Hollywood and vine. Strange combination of awesome old farmers market and super new mall area.

Wednesday, I had a one day class that I thought was going to be on how to incorporate past leaders in social movement stratgies into modern work place, but it turned out to be a class on cultrally appropriating hippies that had us coloring with crayons, drumming and chanting. Umm. Welcome to LA? That might I was exhausted so I chilled out at the bar drinking shirley temples and then watched a movie in my room. I felt a little weird and I was sneezy. So I went to bed early.