Last week I had the opportunity to attend an educational class at the brewery I work at; the class was for employees to familiarize us with the upcoming fall releases. A friend of mine had to miss out due to a work trip for his other job so I graciously decided to take real-time notes throughout the event and text them to him. Continue reading
In about 36 hours an article about me will be published in a local magazine. The article is about being single in Kansas City. I have no idea what the reporter will write, Continue reading
A month ago tomorrow I had an episode that sent me to the emergency room. As a person who has foolishly played the role of my own doctor for years, it was surreal to check myself into the ER with pain I wasn’t able to diagnose or control. Continue reading
I’m not always great at picking up on social cues. And, when it comes to a guy being interested in me, I am the absolute worst. As you’ll recall when I met Bling Butt I thought he was asking for my number so he could go on a tour at the brewery I work at… it took a few times of him explaining he wanted to hang out sometime with me, not at the brewery, for me to get that he was hitting on me. In short, when it comes to guys, I’m oblivious. Continue reading
Last week I had my wellness screening for my new employer. You know the deal – weight, height, measurements, blood pressure and cholesterol – all the key factors for health insurance guidelines. Continue reading
A lot can change in 100 days. 100 days ago my friend Wayne was still alive. 100 days ago I was patiently waiting for the man I loved to work through his commitment issues so we could start our happily ever after. 100 days ago I was commuting an hour each way to a job that had long ago lost its luster, and took mine away with it. 100 days ago I was driving past all the suburban soccer moms in my neighborhood, dreaming of being like them someday. 100 days ago the pieces of me fit together differently. Continue reading
Every now and then I have a really bright idea… I like to think of them as moments of Jeanius. Unfortunately, what separates Jeanius from genius is the added layer of awkward on the inevitably misguided outcome. Continue reading
So it’s come to this. I’m sitting on the patio of Boulevard Brewing Co. on a Sunday afternoon with my laptop, a Ginger Lemon Radler and… my cat. True story. I brought my cat to a brewery. That’s normal… right? Continue reading
I’ve worked at the same company for almost 10 years. For 9 of those years I’ve had to submit an annual budget for my department. Every year, without fail, I request a frozen yogurt machine. Every. Year. Sadly my request never gets pushed through to the final budget that is presented to the Board, but I continue to fight the good fight. Squeaky wheel and all that yada yada. Continue reading
Regardless of hurt and heartache I’ve learned in the past two weeks that one thing will never change – at my core I’m still Awkward Jean. Case in point, this last weekend I attended a wedding of two close friends from work. Continue reading
The Misadventures of Awkward Jean 