A chef by trade, I was feeling frustrated and burnt out this summer. So I quit my job and took an offer from a company that does roadshows at Sam's Club. It was an exciting opportunity, and I had always wanted to be good at direct sales. Selling pots and pans, while traveling all across the country, seemed like a great way to go about it.
I've never been great at this whole, "forgiveness" thing. There's been plenty of opportunity to practice, but I've never really gotten a hold of it. It's like algebra for me—two hours after I had already flunked the test, the concept just dawned on me, and I finally understood. Too late.
As I write this, I'm laying flat on my couch, using a kitten as a hot water bottle, going commando in my favorite, cutest leggings. Oh, and did I mention I'm on my period?