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Type A personality

So there’s this personality theory that did some things in the 1950s from a couple of pretty smart cardiologist who took the time to pay attention to a tradesmen. The craftsman who was reupholstering the chairs in the Drs’ waiting room told them that it was kinda weird that their chairs were only really worn at the edge of the seats. Drs’ being Drs’ also thought this was strange and got curious to know why. So they did a science.

8 years of study in their waiting room and they were able to theorized that men btwn ages

35-59 with particular personality traits were at 2x as much risk of developing coronary heart disease….

What traits where these that could totally double the risk of death just from personality? Not diet or hereditary. But the mental state. That’s something harder to change than just eat more vegetables and go for walkies…

The Drs asked questions like,” Do you feel guilty if you use spare time to relax?”,”Do you move,walk, and eat rapidly?” I mean…in short that’s how to describe the “type a” personality phenomenon. ( some people call these people Alpha’s or Boss sometimes even Turnt or Bitch)

I don’t stop working.

Because sitting still and watching cartoons ( Sara) feels like a large waste of time when in the same time frame I’ve caught up on real life, done some marketing, done research, had a few phone conversations… I’ve achieved some things.

The problem is I can’t turn it off.

I wake up and have to write down the new screen play, or finish the design build of a major prop,…did I forget to do that thing? Then I have to go thru the notebook that is our life and figure out which one of us did what and what did we miss.

Sigh…

So the Ocum’s razor of Type A personality could be said as “I’m not a Boss Bitch, I’m just a Boss”. I get grumpy sometimes because I probably didn’t sleep or the deadline for a project that’s a year away is eating my soul. My grump factor isn’t usually about a person. It’s about setting high standards for myself in an attempt at effiencney just to make keeping up with life possible. I have 1 spot for my phone and glasses. I have 1 spot for shoes. My dress blacks are in the back of my closet so they don’t accidentely get ruined.

Continuing “research” ,meaning I’m reading a wikipedia article, more modern theory’s attritube this type behavoir to a mentality of the type a people who “deal with reality and have certain defenses when it comes to dealing with problems.”

Versus type b people who play for the game not to win or lose.

that must be a nice feeling.

I guess what i’m trying to say is don’t hate the type a people.

Everyone is just trying their best to deal with life.

Be compassionate.

Sparrow’s Beak

I’m writing because I’m mad as hell. There’s a rumor that one of my favorite peripheral people is considering getting rhinoplasty.

Maybe I’m an ass for assuming it’s because she’s self conscious..but considering she’s a jogger it wouldn’t make sense otherwise.

I hope you buckled up because this rant is a roller coaster..

I’m mad because the woman is a straight up 10. She’s an amazing worker who I call sparrow because she practically flys around her work doing all sorts of things with seemingly no effort. Like it’s just as natural as a bird flapping it’s wings. It’s amazing to see. Legit I wish there were more capable fluid like workers in my peripheral. I can’t help but admire that kind of flow.

It pisses me off that someone who is that capable and that I admire on a professional level would be so self conscious as to mutilate herself for the favorable opinions of society. It seems like an incredibly shallow decision formed from the pressures of the silliness of cosmo and vanity fair.

It’s not fair that the shallow social pressure to physically look like a 10 isn’t based on simple health. It pisses me off that the value she finds in herself is effected by this kind of bullshit.

Sure I get that on the bar scene the tenders get tips based on how they look at times but god dam it the tip system should be based on skill and customer service. What the fuck is wrong with the world and how the hell can it be changed?

Don’t mutilate yourself for physical beauty..instead mutilate that glass ceiling that tell you to do that. Use those god dam wings to prove mainstream beauty standards wrong.

Fuck…

Be the inspiration you need.

Flyer Tips from a Frequent Flyer

Meghan-So…the holidays are appearing and while most of us are grounded by Covid some people are still traveling be it by car or plane. When I was a kid I ended up racking up those frequent flyer miles pretty quick because you know, court ordered holiday visitations and summer time and such. Here are some little tips I learned along the way that still help me today.

  1. your carry on is your best friend– I’m serious. If your back can handle it go ahead and use a backpack. Load it up with your laptop, cell phone spare battery/charger, change of clothes, high protein snacks, and a small hygiene kit. If the airline losses your checked bags then your carry on should be your saving salvation for at least a couple of days. Try to plan for that insanity. If you can prep for that then any lay-over or flight delay will be so much better. Sometimes just being able to brush your teeth can make the day easier.
  2. plan like shit is sour– Do not expect your connecting flight to be late. Do not think that you can make it across that international airport to your connecting flight, who probably changed gates yet again, in 12 minutes. No. When you buy your tickets look for layovers that are at least an hour long. That way you have time to get to the next gate without running thru the airport like a terrorist. Also…I mean…you’re probably gonna have to pee eventually and airplane bathrooms are just uncomfortable.
  3. HEADPHONES– your own set. In the airport itself listening to your own music will help you keep your focus and relax you enough to deal with the intensity of being surrounded by so many strangers. There are so many beeps, conversations, and general noise that even if you aren’t listening to your prefered travel soundtrack then at least you’re protecting your ears. Use them on the plane too! While your ears popping from the pressure adjustment is totally normal, the roar of the engines can even be relaxing, the general decibels that occur can cause mild hearing damage. That ringing in your ears isn’t the sound of angle trumpets hun. That’s tinitus. Protect your ears.
  4. Don’t Panic- The TSA agent isn’t watching you. You probably won’t end up with a finger up your bum. That dude is probably just going to a gate near by and not following you. That beeping is just the nice old lady carry service go kart thingy. The food is not poisoned. The plane does a science and won’t just drop out of the air. The pilot is super trained to handle shit as are the stewards. Take this time going thru the airport to appreciate how capable you are. Take a nap on the plane. Relax homie. Millions fly every day.

And finally…

Stay positive.

your flight being delayed just gives you time to chill and maybe wash up a bit. catch a snack or a drink. They lost your checked bag and gave it to Austrailia? well shit dude..take that reimbursement the airline has to give you and get you some new threads.

Chill. Stay Positive. Relax.

My homies that’s the message this week.

with love-

Meghan

I love my job…

But it’s hard.

Physically, mentally, and even sometimes emotionally.

It pushes me beyond my limits then creates new limits and pushes me beyond those.

Every time.

Some days it destroys me.

Most days it builds me.

This gif that I’m on I’ve be able to re embrace the powerful woman I am. I’ve been able to realize exactly where I am as a person in my field .

I see it happening sometimes. I break stereotypes and glass ceilings on occasion.

But my body isnt gonna keep up forever. So I study. I learn. One day I’ll be the one running the show. Designing and writing and plotting…till then I’ll try not to bleed on these shards of glass.

I know that Lyla, Shay, Jessica and even Jennifer would be proud of who I am.

I carry that with me every day.