Not going to lie, this past month has been hard. Our entire (very up to date vaccinated staff) office got the new variant of COVID. No one in Dallas is talking about it, but several of my buds working in hospitals have said they’re filling capacity again.
So. That was fun.
My new hire was a complete bust. It was a hard lesson learned not to purchase work attire for them before seeing if they stay.
It took a couple weeks, but finally got a new hire and man she seems great. Here’s hoping.
Because I had to hold down the fort while people were in quarantine, I ended up getting it myself. But I can’t shut down so I had to power through, take meds, sanitize everything several times a day and warn customers. Let’s just say burn out was putting it lightly as to what I was feeling.
Oh, and it was great getting a one star review because I wasn’t able to answer the phones and a lot of text messages. 👍
Thank goodness they removed it after I explained the situation and apologized. It was just exhausting. But finally, we were able to get things back on track.
So the new girl was hired, business was running smoothly, and I got to spend an awesome weekend with my daughter.
Then it happened.
Around 3:00 a.m. I woke up to my entire downstairs flooded.
My life was down there. My daughter’s life was down there. I managed to save computers (at least I hope, I have been leaving them off just in case.)
I was in shock most of today, trying to dig through what I could salvage. I had to be really careful because flood water contains sewage.
Literally 90% of her stuff was not salvageable. A good 60-70% of mine was also not.
The most devastating thing was my recording equipment. I can’t even think about that without feeling like I’m about to cry. I just bought that equipment and it’s gone.
And this isn’t even everything. It’s all I have the heart to post. For my recording area.
All my downstairs furniture, specialty cooking ware, food, craft supplies, art supplies, easels, paintings, the list goes on. Several thousand dollars gone. Just. Gone.
I can really use some good vibes guys, and virtual hugs.
So, if you’ve been keeping up with the new stuff recently I’ve been releasing my podcast shows again! You can check them out here.
It’s been a long journey getting to where I have now vs. where I was at a few years ago. Getting my life balanced has been a real struggle. I know that what I’m doing with the podcast can be seen as a hobby, but rest assured I pour my all into these when I make them.
I really want to transport the listener to somewhere else for a short time─ something haunting and beautiful to escape to. Or to nerd out together over the creepy, crawly, supernatural goodness. I really want to thank you all for taking time out of your days to listen to my audio-shorts and read my stories. It certainly means the world to me.
I will be releasing these every other week on Tuesday mornings. I’m working on nailing down a time, but I’ll try to have them up before 8:00 a.m. CST. Part three of this series will be up Tuesday, April 12th so don’t forget to catch up and listen to parts 1 and 2! Feel free to peruse my older productions as well and I hope that I can provide your mind with a sense of child-like wonder delving into these mysterious worlds.
It’s Tuesday, I’m recovering from a previously long and exhausting workweek. The AC industry is no joke in Texas. Many families can barely afford to cover bills, let alone pay to have a service company come out.
The DIY industry has boomed over the last decade or so since the internet has been empowering homeowners with knowledge. Which is kind of great and horrible at the same time.
Since the beginning of the year, I have progressively watched the cost of A/C equipment go up by 5%-10% twice in the first quarter, and now they are saying it will go up again. As a business owner, you come to expect these sort of setbacks. People expect things to go up a bit, especially with the state of things recently. But try explaining to your regulars when the cost goes up by 25% – 40%
Refrigerant cost has more than doubled since last year, copper has gone up a whopping 200%, and steel a staggering 400%. Think that’s bad?
Shipping is far, far worse. Yes, we can all guess that because of COVID-19 things have progressed slower than usual but this is an entirely different beast. A shipping container from Asia, on average, last year was around $2k per container.
This year? That number has gone up to $20k as of late. An 800% increase.
Let’s just think about that for a second. 800% increase.
Even domestic shipping and freight have been steadily increasing every month since last year.
It’s a tough time for many business owners, it’s a tough time for customers, it’s just tough.
As you can imagine the unique industry I work in brings in some…characters to put it mildly. Imagine living in Texas during the pandemic, with a slew of under-educated, narcissistic mans-man sorts that consider themselves godly church-folk. Now add in just enough YouTube knowledge to make them dangerous and the ability to buy the parts online and buddy─ you’ve got yourself an insufferable man-child.
I’ll definitely take these guys any day over an engineer, however. I’ll explain that particular hell in another episode.
When you live in a place like Dallas, you know that your experience will be different depending on which part of the city, and neighboring cities you are in. If you are anywhere outside of Downtown proper or just outside of a metropolitan area, without a doubt you are dealing with apathetic, single-minded individuals that find this whole pandemic to be blown out of proportion. While, just like any sensationalist news, that does come with some truth, ffs have a brain.
I have signs posted everywhere. Before someone walks in, after they walk inside, all of our employees wear them. And yet, for ever 1 person wearing a mask, 3 do not wear one.
Look. I don’t like masks, I’m vaccinated, I constantly wash my hands make a real effort to not touch my face or dig up my butt crack at work and touch other things, and I keep my distance. But you know what, I wear a flipping mask. So why, in the nine hells, can someone not wear a mask for fifteen minutes or less?
Because, dear friends, I may live near the dessert but I’m drowning in a sea of idiots.
They all, literally, have the exact and I mean verbatim, word vomit. I’ve even heard such phrases as, “my wife is a nutritionist and we refuse to get vaccinated” as if she is at the pinnacle of medical discovery and working hard on the front lines with dying patients. “I’m vaccinated,” yeah, so am I and viruses mutate, next. “The flu has killed more than Covid-19″─ herpa derp─ “I’ve had it, it’s nothing─ berpadee derp herp─ “It’s a conspiracy against white men and it’s racist─ derpa herpadee snort snoot─ “Biden is going to be the ruin of this country─ deeherpa doo da─”
These are not made up conversations, yes, these people do exist. P.S. For anyone jumping on the Right v Left train and that can only identify with one side of the argument and mudslinging bullshit, please go over to the children’s table and learn something called critical thinking.
Biden, by the way, is not democratic. He is what the Republican party used to represent.
The sheer amount of idiocy would surprise many people. I’m not talking about normal people ignorance. I’ve had customers come in for a few years now, we got along great, had differences in opinions politically but nothing we couldn’t ever reach middle ground on. This has been such a weird last two years and really makes me sad. It’s like people have gone completely polar opposite on damn near everything happening. They just need a reason to take their anger out on everything, and everyone. I can’t believe the words leaving people’s mouths right now.
At this point, I have no sympathy for people raised a certain way. When you cannot see reason, you cannot be reasoned with. Therefore, yes, you are a danger to society.
The amount of times that I have heard, “well, I haven’t gotten it once and I’ve been fine, or, everyone in my family got it but me,” is embarrassingly high.
Yeah, no, you got it you just didn’t have symptoms. Congrats, you’re a super-spreader. Even if you didn’t get it, your family did and they spread it. And I’m sure if your dumbass didn’t get a shot, your family damn sure didn’t. Unless you have a teen or young adult with some sense in the house that got vaccinated. For those that seem to think this is a good thing that weeds out the population, while logically I get what you are saying, fuck right off you miserable asshole.
You want to know something? I’m about to get real savage. If you are too fucking stupid to not see people getting this, struggling with their lives, even some of your precious leaders getting it and dying or fighting for their lives, then I have zero sympathy for you. As a matter of fact, I think there should be a waiver that if you refuse to get a vaccine, you also wave your right to get treated in a hospital.
Just so there is no confusion, if you are waiting on a vaccination and on a waiting list─ you are just fine to be treated. For the assholes that try and get clever by being on a permanent waitlist, you can go ahead and get ready to spend a long time in prison. Let’s go ahead and leave the hospital beds open for people that are actually trying to help themselves and others. You got a strong opinion that you undoubtedly stand behind, you’re a big strong adult, you can take care of yourself. The only exception to this rule are children for obvious reasons.
But I digress.
I explained the earlier info to paint a picture of the type of customers we get daily. Today, I had a gentleman from Hong Kong impart top secret knowledge to me that the vaccines were poison, Japan can confirm apparently. 😐🙄
As frustrating as it all can be, at the end of the day it feels good being able to help families. Especially in times when it seems like we all desperately need it.
Anyway, these are my thoughts on a Tuesday. Have a great day lovelies. 💞
Hello all! I just wanted to let you all know that I have been working to finish my other horror novel The Watchmen https://cagreyson.com/2019/10/22/the-watchmen-part-i-a-thriller-short-story/ and will be posting another one that I have been working on as well! I’m excited to get it to all of you and even more excited at the motivation I’ve been having to write again. It’s been a rough road for me emotionally but I am ready to get out there again.
I really appreciate the kind words I have received recently, they have gone a long way and haven’t gone unnoticed. So, really, thank you so very much. I’m hoping to have the first chapter up this weekend! I hope that you can enjoy it with all your hearts. ❤
It’s that time of year, the one that makes you reflect over the past eleven months and wonder: How did I gain another ten pounds after eating so poorly for the past two months? smh, we’ll never know.
But what I do know is that it’s a mixed bag time of year for me. One that I usually find myself contemplating over the good and the bad. I feel somewhat accomplished in my writing endeavors, having completed a few short stories and almost finished with my next novel. If you’d like to check out my work, you can read ithere.
I’ll be slowly updating them on here too with links to the other parts. If you really are enjoying my work and would like to support me, you canhere.I post my work free because I’ve always been torn over charging others over it since it really is a joy of mine.
One thing I am ripped up about is I didn’t get to send my work off to a publisher this year like I’d hoped, but my goal is to do that this coming year. There’s always this still-small voice in the back of my mind that says, “you’ll never be good enough.” She won this year, unfortunately. The depression was real this year you guys.
Not because of the fact that I don’t love every moment of my life and cherish those in it, but because I shut down. To add to that, I work something like 70 hours a week and creativity can be stretched thin when you get home at 6:30 and have to go to bed at 8 to wake up at 4. I got down because I need to do this in order to survive, but my heart has always been with writing and creating. I love sitting in front of a blank canvas, or a blank google doc and just─ going to town.
I know every artist/writer out there wants to do this, but I think it really is the mostimportant thing to us. We thrive off of expressing that creative energy, it moves us. My guilt, and downfall, has always been being timid about asking people for things. Namely, money. And I wonder if every artist struggles with this very thing.
I think: “Ok, you are going to start promoting your work and stop offering it for free.”
Then, the evil half that takes up like 80% of my brain goes, “bitch, look at these other writers and artist out there, you ain’t shit.”
Then, it happens.
I agree with her and just keep throwing it up for free. I need to get to a place emotionally where I can view my work as worthy. And see, this is where I struggle.
Those of you that read my blogs know that I come from a past that is not exactly Disney movie friendly. I find myself pushing everyone away, yet feel sad that there is no one in my life. Depression does this to you. It makes you think, “I don’t need anyone in my life, and I don’t want to be in theirs” and then later you think, “I’m so alone and need someone, why doesn’t anyone care?”
Idk, maybe because you sit on your ass eating cheetos and ignore the 9,856,420 text messages at people’s attempt to get you to hang out with them? Then eventually they stop caring because it seems like you don’t.
It’s an odd mixture of being eternally hopeful, and completely hopeless.
It’s exhausting and annoying, even to you.
So for all my fellow sufferers out there, I just want to say that you are not alone. My Christmas will be quaint and quiet, but I’m going to force myself to have a good one this year and focus on the positives. Hopefully you will too.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and love yourselves. ❤
Before we begin, let’s just all take a breath. A deep one.
Ok, we ready?
Anxiety sucks. For anyone that has ever experienced it knows─ it is the worst.
From panic attacks to full-blown panic disorders many people in the U.S. (and in the West in general) suffer from this. It affects their daily life, and their long-term life.
It’s so prevalent in our society that many people affected by it are shown to take more time off of work, are far less social, and are less likely to finish school. Think about how that impacts their quality of life.
Could you imagine waking up, your heart pounding for no reason as you lay in bed? Everything feels off. I mean, really off. Like at any moment, the world would explode around you and you just want to run away. But, you can’t. You are stuck in your own skin, feeling this miserably-awful gut-wrenching fear and that you are not ok.
Your skin is clammy, your fingertips like ice.
Your chest is tight and your heart just won’t stop beating like you’ve run a marathon, both ways, uphill in the snow.
It gets better. Many people that have crippling anxiety also win the genetic lottery with depression. Oh yeah, this girl right here knows.
Party at Grey’s place, wut wut
While mine stems from my childhood and early adulthood trauma (yay PTSD) many more are affected by this in some form or fashion. Women are two to three times more likely to suffer from anxiety than men. Why is this, I’ve wondered?
Well, there is some debate to this but many people believe it is due to girls and women experiencing trauma earlier in life. That, or if it is possible that it is inherently increased in women.
While we all laugh it up and drown our sorrows in wine and other recreational drugs
Let’s be real.
Women tend to ruminate and medicate to cope while dudes get physical. Curiously enough, men also have the positive side of their brain light up when they are under pressure. Damn, I wish my brain got overloaded with serotonin and cortisol.
Ladies, we can learn from this. One of the biggest challenges I faced when going through treatment was to shut that shit down. My brain tends to do this thing where it loops all the bad things on repeat.
Oh, you don’t like that? It used to taunt.
Let’s turn this shit up to you crying in the shower for thirty minutes to end your day.
Yeah. My life was hell for the better part of fifteen years emotionally. I still get bouts of it, but I’ve learned a super secret technique I’m going to share with you:
It’s called keeping yourself busy, mentally and physically.
Get real physical guuurl. Because thinking is the devil.
No, not in an unhealthy way. Clearly if you have issues that you need to go talk to a professional about do that along with this. However, several studies have shown that as Westerners, we have way too much idle time and we also suffer from more anxiety and depression than those in other countries. I think if I had to work my fingers to the bone every day, I’d probably collapse in bed in a heap of exhaustion and not have time to focus on all my mental hang-ups.
Except─ hold on, I have.
This year, I quit my full-time job to help run a company. On top of all that, I write and stream. I started noticing something I never had happen before. My anxiety was easing because I felt like I had purpose─ which gave me drive. Something I haven’t experienced in a long time. My depression and anxiety have always centered around feeling worthless and that I didn’t feel accomplished at the end of the day.
It was something I always lacked because I had the same facts drilled in my head every day of my childhood:
you aren’t good enough, you never will be, you’re useless, you’re pathetic.
It all goes on.
So, while our hormones react differently (and different centers of our brain light up during stress and anxiety) there are a few similarities between men and women with anxiety.
The major one that a lot of people report is the feeling of impending doom (yay flight center of the brain!) shortness of breath, tight chest, and the feeling of discomfort in their own skin.
Unfortunately, having estrogen and progesterone kind of plays havoc on our brain-place. Ugh, as if women needed more added stress to their lives.
Don’t fear, ladies─ there is hope! With a healthy dose of physical activity, cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT), and daily mindfulness and rest, you can combat the daily demons.
Numerous studies have shown that taking as little as two minutes up to twice a day of breathing exercises and mindfulness of stressors/triggers(TRIGGERED) you can lower your stress (and blood pressure) to a healthy level.
I use the breathing app in fitbit. Some people love Calm
There are many others, but I’ve heard good things about these. I know they help keep me stay on track, just like having a regular daily routine and lots of sleep. (but damn, sleep is important.)
I think we can all take a little time to appreciate the importance of ourselves, and others and value what we have to offer each other. I tip my hat to the guys on this one, so far it’s worked for me and maybe it can work for you too.
But hey, just my thoughts on a Tuesday.
Take care everyone and feel free to discuss below. I’m more than happy to share my own battles and victories with anxiety and depression.
Ever since I was a little girl, I could remember being wildly conflicted. I liked being near people, but interacting with them was exhausting.
The strange thing is, I can talk about anything and usually get along with others easily.
But to do it all the time? Brings a great weariness to my bones.
I used to stream 6 days a week. o.o Can you imagine? I think it’s for some people, but definitely not for me. I prefer the ‘record a show and post it afterward’ format. Engaging with people just wore. me. out.
Mostly, it’s the toll it takes on your soul and then somehow being ‘ready’ to be with your loved ones afterward. They got a half version of me. And gurrrrl─ the crankiness is real.
The holidays are a special sort of pressure for someone that is used to being alone for 8-10 months out of the year. My family has never really understood that and I get razzed over it constantly.
I’m mostly just a hermit, but I do occasionally like the company of others.
Ok, let’s be real─ I would probably build an empire of bots, order everything off of amazon, and cook for myself. (I just need those damn bots to be made for companionship, I’ve got everything else covered.)
I have this odd problem of understanding people’s life issues that sometimes make me seem─ cold or distant. When someone tells me an issue, I tend to offer them a solution. I hear that is a no-no, and have learned since then to pause before answering and ask if they would prefer comfort or to just listen vs. telling them what I think is the ‘correct solution.’
That isn’t to say that I don’t understand emotions, or that I lack those sorts of feelings─ I just can’t understand why people tend to stay in situations that make them unhappy.
I didn’t understand what they all got upset over when they got dumped. I guess I’m someone that has always found a brighter side to everything. Like, “oh well, at least I get more time to myself now─ win!” I offered this explanation once and was promptly told that normal people don’t work this way. I still to this day don’t understand why it’s upsetting to not be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me─ but, I can at least offer comfort to those that it does upset.
High school was fun, y’all.
My entire life has been this viewpoint:
Presented with problem─ research problem, find solution. Excellent.
Presented with emotional problem─ research problem, find several solutions, offer said solutions─ receive angry person?
panic and run away
lock self away for several months until everyone has forgotten about it
resume normal friendship
I had the same problem understanding girls in my life. I would hear them complain about certain shoes, or hairstyles, or clothes and I would say, “just…don’t wear them?”
Holidays to me are a giant weird blob of nope.
I have to drive hours through an area I’m not familiar with to sit and listen to a side of the family that makes me want to tear my ears out. (I go because my dad would get sad if I didn’t) I stopped participating the the gift exchange years ago because the gifts for women always included some sort of horrendous body spray/lotion set, skin paint, or smelly wax. And not the good, clean scented smelly wax that you burn after you poop─ but an odd, mysterious musky scent that all older ladies seem to slather on everything they own.
Then, there’s the endless amount of questions which inevitably lead to the fact that I had a horrible, awful childhood with nothing remotely entertaining to talk about. (unless you count my interaction with other human beings.)
I still cannot understand why handing someone a gift card or money is viewed negatively. Alternatively, I do make things for people─ but there is that still-small voice that says, ‘you know, they could just buy what they want instead of you spending time and effort making something that collects dust.’
Yet every year I’m made to be part of this horrible ritual.
The last few years my family grew further and further apart. I started realizing it just last year when the tiny little social creature that lives in a locked box of my subconscious peeked out and said, “it’s time.”
Which brings me to the next part of my level of fucked-up. Now that no one wanted to meet up, it made me recognize how much I miss being a part of─ well, anyone’s life.
My brain: “I like people, they real nice”
Also my brain: “I hope half the entire planet dies in a pile of shit and fire.”
I know, right?
So, I’m always stuck between absolutely feeling lonely and 100% do not want human contact like, 80% of the time.
I guess the weird and messed up point I’m trying to amble my way over to is this:
Don’t screw up relationships with people that tend to show they care for you. Also, no matter how crazy your family makes you, they still love you and choose to be a part of your life.
And for the love of all that is good, please stop texting that ex (or anyone) you never got over. If they aren’t in your life─ they don’t care. And neither should you.
Take it from someone that focused on all the wrong people for a majority of her life.
If you’ve wondered what I’m about, I’m not just a blogger─ I write novels, novellas, and short stories. (when we aren’t adventuring with our stories on Twitter.)When I have time, I recordpodcasts and audiobooksfor all of you as well. Occasionally, I will post my work on here for you to read but I thought it a good idea to post where you can find all of my work!
I’m aiming to become published, (so that I can write and do podcasting for a living) but until I become one of the lucky few to do that, I like to share it with others. It gives me real joy and excitement to create these worlds for all of you.
If you would like to see what I’m about, you can find all of my written work here.
I don’t have all of my work up, but I am working toward getting it ALL slowly uploaded (I have to sort through tons of stuff) but I should have it all up in the next month.
If you’re familiar with my work and you’d love to support it, this is a great site to do it through, or through my Patreonpage.
For anyone and everyone that takes time out of their day to read my stories and check out my work, thank you.
Did you know that Friday the 13th actually stems from not one, but two fears:
The fear of the number 13
The fear of Fridays.
Isn’t that wild? But, there’s some roots to this fear. It dates back to the Christian’s belief in this date.
There were apparently 13 people that attended the last supper and Judas was the 13th guest. Jesus was said to have died on a Friday.
Thus, the superstition began.
It gets weirder!
On Friday the 13th in 1307 King Philip the IV arrested and charged hundreds of Templar Knights across France with ‘illegal activities’. The knights were then tortured and burned at the stake. (p.s. the charges were never proven.) Talk about over-reacting.
Paraskevidekatriaphobiaor Friggatriskaidekaphobia is the fear of Friday the 13th. (phew, that’s a mouthful)
Just like people that are scared of the dark, or spiders, some people suffer from the fear of this day!
Over 20 MILLION people in the US are said to suffer from this.
Think I’m exaggerating? Check out this next fact:
Some hospitals, Elevators, and skyscrapers tend to skip past this floor or room number from the number 12 to 14. Ever notice that there are no Gate 13‘s in airports?
Hmm. That’s a good title for a book, Gate 13.
Friday the 13th was released on May 13th, 1980 and despite it’s budget of $550,000, it grossed over $39.7 million at the box office!
The first reference to an ‘unlucky Friday the 13th‘ was in an 1869 biography of the composer Rossini who famously died on November 13th, 1868.
Every year has at least one Friday the 13th and can have as many as three! (this year has two and in December of all months! I predict some horror films in abundance.)
The longest period that can occur without a Friday the 13th is 14 months. Which is the one we are experiencing today. 😉
Speaking of Paraskevidekatriaphobia. Did you know that Franklin D. Roosevelt refused to travel on Friday the 13th and refused to host any dinner with 13 guests?
Noir film director Alfred Hitchcock was born on Friday the 13th in 1899. How completely fitting for the “Master of Suspense.”
In Norse Mythology, Loki is the god of mischief, and said to have been the 13th guest in Valhalla and said to have arranged the shooting of the god of joy and gladness.
Leave it to Loki to rob the world of joy.
All superstitions aside, did you know that some cultures, like Italy, consider the number 13 lucky!
Personally, I think it’s just fun to get spooked. How do you view this day?