In clarification

Let me preface this by saying that throughout my teenage-hood, I had sporadic bursts of moderate to moderately-severe acne. It's just something that I've always had to deal with, coupled with trips to the dermatologist, expensive skin care and makeup and the overall insecurity that comes with acne-prone skin.

(It doesn't help that I have the propensity to stress out. Like REALLY stress out. Yeesh.)

In college, it seemed that my skin had finally calmed down a bit. My moderate acne became mild-to-minimal, and all was right with the world.

Until this happened last May.

All of the sudden I was without a job, and all of the sudden the Himalayan Mountain Range decided to inhabit my chin. And then my cheeks. And then (to the spot that had not had a blemish since my junior year in high school) my forehead. Kind of a confidence killer, especially when you're interviewing for new jobs. Luckily, I was able to procure my new job rather speedily, which was a tremendous blessing. But the stress didn't stop, and neither did my acne.

Enter Crystal's Skin Care. And probiotics. (Wow, that was a long preface, wasn't it?)

Upon several positive referrals, I visited this lovely establishment, and have subjected my face to multiple extractions, chemicals peels and new skincare products. It was all working fabulously until I got sick and hell itself decided to become the new denizen of my face. I went back for another extraction, and was told that basically we were back at square one. (Which is never a great feeling, might I add.) We decided that it might be time for me to start on an intense probiotic (definition: live microorganisms which when administered in adequate amounts confer a health benefit on the host) in order to cleanse my body of any remnant toxins from my illnesses.

Yesterday was the first time I took it, and let's just say it felt like I had a bunch of live microorganisms tangoing in my intestines. It was a feeling akin to my non-vomiting nausea, which I don't recommend to anybody. It was all I could do to not declare, "damn you, probiotics, damn you!"

So I'm skeptical. I may try it again, but will do so on a day where I don't have to leave the house and have an ample supply of saltines.

(Just fyi: my skin's beginning to look luminous again, the peeling notwithstanding. Just in case anybody was curious.)

Oh bloggity, how I miss you

I am sorry that the content of this blog has been lacking the last little while. In my defense, I was a bit depressed after the lay-off, which engendered an overall lackadaisical attitude that inhibited my desire to post.

And then I started the new job, and have never felt or been so busy. So I have offered paltry, late night snippets that are admittedly sub-par... but, in my defense, I am trying to keep this little blog alive.

I miss having the time to sit down and write.

I miss my blog.

My new job is at another agency similar to the one I just left, though its focus and purpose is surprisingly different. (Which is probably why they are hiring people and not laying off people. I'm just saying...) As I have mentioned before, this is an actual job, which comes with great pay, a Macbook and a Blackberry (though let's be honest, I kind of hate it... iPhones forever baby). One of the only downsides is the vacation time. In that I pretty much don't have any.

I'm glad Hawaii was earlier in the year.

My job is thus far an interesting amalgamation of PR and AS. If you want the nitty gritty details, email me and I'll tell you. I don't really want to get into super specifics on the blog, for various reasons.

Anyway, it's been quite a fast learning curve; I've had to hit the ground running and had to put in some long hours already. But now that I'm nearing the end of the work week, I feel like I am getting things under control. (Thank heavens.)

But I do miss my time on the blog. I miss being not-billable. (And I'm so OCD that I feel guilty even going to the bathroom.)

I'm realizing just how undervalued I was at my last job. I'm realizing that I am indeed capable and competent. Hey, I even have glistening moments of intelligence sometimes. Who knew?

Of my past job I will say this: I miss the place that I used to work. Not the way it is now, but the way it was when I started. When the possibilities of my growth within the company were not yet shunted. I miss Steve's company. And since it no longer exists, I leave it in the fondness of my memory, and move on at a new place, full of life and possibilities.

I just hope I can keep running.