Thoughts, rants, and the genuine life of me. I identify as a mixed chica; part Latina, part Scandinavian, mostly misunderstood.
It’s been a couple of weeks since my last post. I’ve manged to apply to what feels like a million jobs (hooray for being a new graduate) and had one interview - followed by a rejection letter. I’m sure I’ll find work, but until then it’s hell trying to pay for things I need… like an apartment and food.
Speaking of food, I recently went to a “Mexican” eatery in my town. I use quotes because I live in an area where they think they are cultured and diverse because there is a college here. So the food here is typically less than sub-par.
Anyway, I went to lunch at this place with a friend and realized why else I am the worst Mexican ever. I don’t like beans. Red beans, pinto beans, basically it doesn’t matter. They are icky. On very rare occasions I will eat black beans, but I only tolerate them. It’s a texture thing. Why would I want to put this thing in my mouth that has the flavor of dirt and the consistency of wet sand? No thanks.
Any one else have this problem?
It’s round 2 of “I have no clue what to blog about” and I still hate that word. Who’s idea was it anyway to start a tend of shortening words in an attempt to sound cool? I’m gonna guess it’s the same person so thought Brad and Angelina should be converted into “Bradgelina.” You guys know how crappy that sounds? It’s bad enough that when you are married or in a steady, long term relationship people no longer invite you (singular) to events. Instead you (plural) are invited to everything. Not that a significant other should be left out; however… It seems to me that people outside of a relationship lose the singular identity of “you” as time progresses. Whatever.
Anyway, the real reason I got on today is to say that I have such an amazing friend from the world of Twitter. Yep. I’ve been talking with… let’s give the name Techy Guru… for nearly a year now. Crazy how there are some people in the world that make deep impression on you, yet you never actually get to meet them. So I asked TG for some help on getting this blog started. Aaaand… I told the story of why I’m the worst Mexican. To give some back ground info, this kid of of the “non-white” race as well and constantly forgets that I identify as Mexican. TG’s reply to my story?
“That you’re 29 and don’t have six kids makes you the worst Mexican ever.”
I’m going to take that as personal letter of recommendation. :)
In the beginning
I’m gonna be honest. I have no clue what the hell I’m doing. Recently I told a story to a relative (a very techy one at that) about how I was called the “worst Mexican ever” and he decided that would be a great blog name. I gave it some thought and said, “What the hell? Why not?”
And so here we are.
Basically, I am just here to tell it like it is. I was born in a big US city, raised in a small town 1,800 miles from my birthplace, and now reside in the middle of nowhere. Honestly, I live in a small city, but I are far from anything metropolitan. Name almost any food establishment, and there’s a good chance we don’t have it. Sucks.
How I became the worst Mexican ever
So a month ago I went on a trip with some friends. I was in the hotel flipping through some TV shows, but nothing was on. “No.” Changed the channel. “No.” Changed the channel. Then I came across a Spanish speaking show. I don’t dare say Mexican, because Mexican is NOT Spanish. Anyway, I said “Nada” (the Spanish word for “nothing.”) and changed the channel. Then my brilliant friend said. “Um… I’m pretty sure it’s still “no” in Spanish. You’re the worst Mexican ever.”
Tah-Dah! The start of this blog.
By the way… I really dislike like the word “blog.” It makes me think of icky slimy green goo in a web-based, electronic form. Kinda makes me wonder if something disgusting from the one Ghost Busters movie is going to jump through my monitor instead of my toilet. I was scarred for years by that scene and never wanted to use the bathroom. *shudder*
Ask me anything
Due to my chosen career path, I intend to keep my identity as anonymous as possible. The whole “I might not get the job I want” and “I might get fired” for posting my rants, etc (which may not be safe for work) are real risks in my job sector. However, feel free to ask me whatever your heart desires, but remember this; I do not have to answer if I don’t want to. Now don’t get all “she doesn’t like me” because I don’t give you the answer you want. Just realize it really is me and not you.
Until the next post… Adios!