The Queen of Bad Decisions….

Yup… that’s me…  That’s the title I’m giving myself and the crown I’m perching on my head.

The Queen of Bad Decisions.

It’s been a while since I’ve been here…  writing my thoughts…  filling you in.  Honestly, I’ve been busier than a one legged man in an ass kicking contest.

I found a job; part time right now.  I’m hoping I can turn it into something great….

I think that’s the only reason I’m still there; there’s potential for great.

But dammit do I miss my wee every evening.

Dammit.

But the job is good…  I like what I do…  And they’re very accomodating to me…  It’s been a good reintroduction to the actual real workforce.

The people are great to work with…  The work is hard and fast-paced…  And we do have a lot of fun…

It’s nice.

And they’re so accommodating to my mental needs.

It’s great.

We joke a lot…  We talk a lot…  We share a lot…  We laugh a lot…..

During one of those joking and laughing sessions, we came up with a term that we use quite often at work…. That term is so fitting in so many ways to so many different aspects of life that we find ourselves using it often to describe things that happen in our out of work lives as well….

Let me explain.

There’s a supervisor there.  On a personal level, he’s great…  Good guy.   But he’s one of those people that, in the blink of an eye, can talk you into ANYTHING.

We call it getting Miked.

I was warned about this one day when I was new and I was going to raise a concern about something.  I was warned.  Not five minutes later, I’m standing there with my jaw on the floor thinking in my head “HERE IT IS!!” I was in the process of getting Miked and all I could do was listen to my co-worker’s voices in my head warning me about this moment.  I was too stunned to stop it…

I got Miked….

That term is now a term I can use almost daily in my life because, well, I’m the Queen of Bad Decisions…

It seems I’m getting Miked at every turn.

And it sucks.

I remember a time in my life where there was no way in hell I was gonna get sold any line of crap no matter how smooth the talker was….

Now I can’t seem to stop it from happening.

Every damn time I turn around I find myself ass deep in another bad decision.

Usually going hand in hand with those bad decisions is some kind of emotional turmoil or heartache…

I’m sick and tired of getting Miked…  So very, very sick and tired of it.

But I don’t know how to stop it….

I don’t know when or how I became so ‘trusting’…  so easily sold…

All I know is that it has to stop.