Ugly Food and A Pity Party

A few night ago, I tried to recreate the Colombian Empanadas from the pig roast. Wikipedia said Colombian Empanadas were made with cornmeal rather than flour. I had a large bag of Masa in the pantry and figured I’d wing it.

I knew I didn’t want to fry my Empanadas. I wanted to keep them some what healthy.

I mixed the Masa like I was making tortillas, filled with cheese and chicken, and baked. I guess the mix was to dry. I was ready to throw them away when Huck tried one. He said they tasted fine (even though they were ugly).

We both enjoyed our slightly dry, ugly empanadas. I plan to work on this recipe. I need to work on the salsa too. It looks just as bad 🙂

Returning to Retired Life?

**Feel free to skip this if you don’t want to listen to me whine!**

I warned you…

The Semi-Retired Life! I seem to post about this a lot since moving to Florida. I made the move to Florida after receiving a job with an Occupational Medicine office (I was a director at two locations for 6+ years before working in the ER). That job lasted about an hour. The day I started, the practice manager decided they were not “ready for me”. They offered me a position working in the back office instead. This position was much less money, fewer hours, and in Jenson Beach (an hour away). I politely told them to fuck off! Actually, I wasn’t polite at all.

I spent about a month looking for a job before receiving an offer from a dermatology office. I’ve worked for mean doctors in the past. One even threw a X-Ray film at me. I’m a very laid back person, but my Mommy came out of me on that one.

No one compares to Dr. K, though!

She seemed so nice during the interview. I QUICKLY learned that she’s really the devil dressed in a lab coat. The only good thing that came from that job was meeting Jilda (Huck’s addition-> Jilda is the shit by the way.  She is what helped me through that shitty career choice). I can’t tell you how many times I came home crying. I told Huck I wanted to go back to Georgia and I missed CHOA,  so many times. The turning point was when they denied my time off for my sister’s wedding. I asked 3 months in advise, too. I looked at the office manager and said “What? Do I tell my sister I can’t go?” She told me Dr. K said I couldn’t have the time off. I went to the bathroom, called Huck, and he told me to come home…. ( Huck’s   –>No, he told me to quit (he isn’t one of those people to leave someone hanging but he was so mad at them he said leave and don’t look back). I walked out of the bathroom, told Jilda bye, and walked out the door! I’ve never walked out of a job before and always thought it was a sorry thing to do, but I couldn’t take it anymore. (Huck –> I feel so much better for leaving.  Some people just can’t manage others.  Your company should be like a pep rally.  They should encourage you do better and help you learn their way of doing things, so you can enjoy your job.  This place was far from that.)

A few weeks later, Jilda’s husband, Warren told me his company was hiring. He worked at a restaurant that served breakfast and lunch. They needed a temporary cashier/food prep. The restaurant was scheduled to close around July. I took the job as something to do. I really enjoyed the job and learned a lot from Warren.

While working for the restaurant, I received my first job with an Independent Adjusting firm. Since moving to Florida and “helping” Huck, I wanted to get into adjusting, too. Huck works from home, makes his own hours, and gets paid really good. We were both really excited when I started getting claims. We can schedule our work together, and we can take off whenever we want.

Everything was going great until the slow season started. I work for a small insurance carrier and haven’t received many claims this year. It feels like I’m unemployed again. I’ve been applying to other firms and carries with no luck.

Since moving to Florida, I haven’t been a contributing member of this relationship. Maybe if we had kids, I wouldn’t mind not working, but we don’t. I’m a 27 year old, fully capable, adult. When I graduated high school, I said I would never rely on someone to take care of me. Huck’s taken care of me and worked for us since we moved here.

Not being able to support myself stresses me out and stress makes my arm look worse, and when my arm looks worse, I stress more! (Maybe I’ll explain that one day… Not today though)

Honestly, since moving to Florida, I’ve felt like a failure career wise. I’ve had a real job since I was 19. I feel like I’m going backwards in life when I should be moving forward.

So, I’m going to leave it at that! I feel like a failure and it stresses me out and makes me sad all at the same time!

Whining time over!

Tonight, I’m going to celebrate Deena’s 30th birthday. Can’t be sad about spending time with friends, right?

Huck –> All and all I love the new people we have meet here, can’t be more excited about being married to a great guy, and life is really good.  I can do anything and no one will stop me.

I started this blog post before I left for dinner but didn’t finish it. Huck started reading it and added his own notes along the way. I LOVE HIM! <- That was me! 🙂