My Career Took an Unexpected Turn

In 2016, I entered college as a criminal justice major and my plans were to be a probation officer. However, after few events and multiple discussions with counselors, friends and family I ended up switching my major the second semester. I went from being a criminal justice major to an English major. Essentially, all of my prior credits were useless and I had to restart my whole college career in that semester.
At this point in my life I was living on my own, and had a lot going on mentally. I was in between jobs, and went from a full-time student to a part time one. I ended my first full year in college with the lowest GPA I had ever received, one failed course, and clueless as to what I really wanted to do with my life. The following school year, 2017-2018, was more about getting my life back on track.
In 2017 alone I had at least seven jobs. Some of which I worked two at a time, but for the most part I was job jumping for the year. At the end of the year a good friend and colleague of mine mentioned that should apply to work at the college. One of the main issues I was having was managers unwilling to work with my school schedule. Although      I was hesitant I applied and was asked to come in for an interview. Unfortunately, I had some life events happen to me (ones that I don’t feel quite at liberty to discuss) and I had missed my first interview. I was lucky enough that about three weeks later, my now supervisor, would meet with me for an interview. So, what is it that I do at my current college? I’m a student service representative – specifically I’m a Peer Mentor.
I never thought that my job, and possible career, would lead me right back to why I wanted a degree in criminal justice. Do I think that I will change majors again? No, I love writing and editing too much to give up that dream. I’m currently trying to get published in a magazine, and be featured in another exhibit. That being said, the reason I had choose a criminal justice degree in the first place is because I wanted to help people. I wanted to be able to impact people in a positive way. Every day that is what I get to do at the college.
Monday thru Thursday I sit at a desk where I answer emails, make phone calls, take walk-ins and even schedule meetings to make sure that students get what they need to succeed while they are in college, and when they graduate. I am so thankful for this opportunity, and blessed that this job has led to other opportunities for me at the college. Upon becoming a Peer Mentor, I ended up running for Student Board Representative for 2018-2019, and ended winning. Overall, I am super happy with my career and the other opportunities that I have been blessed with. I cannot wait for my final year at the college and transfer over to a university.

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Remembering: Death of A Bachelor Tour

Exactly a year ago Brandon and I got to experience Panic! At the Disco, live. I remember very vividly that entire weekend, and I know that I will never regret it either. It was the Thursday before the concert when I found out that Panic! At the Disco was playing in Louisville Kentucky. I had exactly three—hundred dollars in my bank account and that was barely enough to in the first set of seats, diagonal from the stage. But I knew that no matter what the seats were, Brandon would enjoy them.

I had ordered the tickets and called him that Friday while I was leaving work, at the time all of us worked at Subway together, which was exactly fifteen / twenty minutes away from where he was living at the time. Now his mom already knew that I was getting the tickets, but he still had zero clue that this was going to happen. I was schedule to work that Sunday, but we worked it out that she would come in early so I would be able to get ready.

While driving to his house that afternoon, I vividly remembering this being our conversation:

Me: “Hey what are you doing on Sunday night?”

Brandon: “Nothing”

Me: “Want to go to Louisville to see Panic! At the Disco?”

** Complete silence **

Me: “I bought the tickets, we are pretty close to the stage.”

Brandon: “Yeah!”

Now, in order to get him to go I had to fib a bit and tell him that I had a family member of mine get me a discount through her works. It would be months later when I would tell him that I paid the full price.

On Sunday around noon we set out on one of our first real adventures. As everyone knows, we would go out spontaneously at midnight to random cities, but this was our first real adventure, that was decently planned and not at 3 AM. This was before Brandon had his fancy Elantra, and before I stopped driving at night, so we set out in my Toyota, the car without shocks. It’s crazy to think that both of my Honda and Toyota could travel such long distances. They never really let me down, but I’m not going to say I miss my 1990’s vehicles… because I would be lying, I love not having a car that’s older than me.

When we got to Louisville we ate dinner at this little pizzeria called Bearno’s, I don’t know if it was because we were starving or if it was simply just that good, but their pizzas were the bomb and not super overpriced! That’s a win-win.

Now, call me sappy, but Brandon and I often talk about the first, real, moments that we realized that we cared for each other more than just friends. That night was so important to me, on the way down, we were both so excited, despite the whiplash we were getting from the Toyota. I think we listened to every Brenden Urie song he’s ever performed. When we got to our seats, which the layout confused the hell out of me, it was the first time in a long while I had been in a large crowd of people. I was so nervous that I was going to have a panic attack, but Brandon made me feel really secure. Needless to say, no panic attacks happened that night, and everything about that night just started to make sense to me.

On our way home, we ended up going over a toll bridge twice getting lost, and we even ended up in a really sketchy part of the neighborhood when my car almost broke down from not having oil in it. Eventually we made it over to Indiana, where we ate at an IHOP. We were so tired by that point, that we were putting syrup in our coffee… listen, I will justify this until I pass, but they didn’t have creamer and nobody likes black coffee. We did what we had to do.

When we finally started heading home, Brandon and I had some intimate conversations about the future and what changes we wanted to make in our lives. It was that night that Brandon and I decided to look for an apartment together, and it wasn’t that long after that I started spending my weekends over at his place. When we finally got back to his place, it was almost 6 AM. We were so tired, I am pretty sure we just slept the next day away. I often think about last April and how much has changed, for the better. Everyone always said that we would end up together, but we never believed them. Our excuse would always be that we were to similar, but as it turns out that’s what makes us so good.

 

So, thanks Panic! At The Disco, if it wasn’t that concert those conversations would have never happened.

Tim Hortons: Food Review

Against all odds, Brandon and I took a trip to our local Tim Hortons. Unfortunately, IMG_3693these days Brandon and I are on the go breakfast eaters. I even admit that I’ve had one too many McGriddles while on my diet. Which is the unfortunate truth, the only fast food shops that serve breakfast are McDonalds, Starbucks and Panera. Now, you know that I am a huge Panera fan, however a often as we eat breakfast out, Panera becomes way to expensive. Starbucks, I love the coffee but I’m really not into their bagged breakfast sandwiches. Which brings us to the dreaded McDonalds… A year ago, I would have told you that I would never eat anything off of their menu. I was the picky child that when my Grandparents were craving McDonalds I had to have something completely different. Now I eat McDonalds once to three times a month, depending on how busy my schedule gets.

Well, finally, we decided to try out a different breakfast spot: Tim Hortons. It’s very clear that they are a wannabe brunch location. The truth is, they aren’t. The seating area is way to small, and the loud color scheme gave me a headache. We decided, however not to judge a restaurant by its looks. When we ordered, we had a few of questions for the cashier, which happened to be the manager. We didn’t want breakfast, all the seemed to offer were donuts at that point in the day, . so, we decided to order from their lunch menu. The menu is very misleading, and so was the manager.

I ordered a Steak and Cheddar Panini, and then I asked, “Does this come with IMG_3694tomatoes or onions”, in which the manager replied, “No.” And I said, “Okay cool, I don’t like those things.” He looked at me and I started to laugh uncomfortably. I then asked if muffins were a side option, and he told me yes, so I ordered the Fruit Explosion. When it came to drink options, I had just woken up and I did need coffee. I ended up ordering an Ice Capp. What’s wrong with that order? I’m not new to the up-charging of restaurants, I’m so good at getting the best deals at fast food places that cashiers hate me. When the menu said, “you can have chips or a donut” and the manager told me that muffins were also included I didn’t expect an up charge. Again, I knew that a small Ice Capp would be an up charge, what I wasn’t expecting was to be charged for an Ice Capp Supreme, without my knowledge of the difference between them. Brandon ordered a Pretzel Turkey Bacon Grilled Bagel. Which if it’s on the hot menu, Brandon expected it to be hot – It wasn’t. The bagel wasn’t even hot. Then he was charged for a regular drink, when the meal deal is advertised as a main dish, a side dish and a drink.

Remember the bad incident at Piada? This is exactly what this was to us. We ended up paying over twenty dollars, for a meal that was not worth it. We knew as soon as they handed our food in a bag, when we said we were going to eat in that the food wasn’t going to be good. When we bit into our sandwiches, all we could think about was how sorry we felt for our stomachs. A side note, when I bit into my sandwich it had huge onions on it, and literally the only other thing on it was a slob of cheddar cheese and steak. When I bit into my muffin, there was two different types of jelly in it.

I guess the lesson we learned that day was to always read the fine print and to stop trusting managers at the restaurant.