<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446515200939466136</id><updated>2011-09-30T11:27:39.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mail Room</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailroom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446515200939466136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailroom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Guin Gilmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207183591200782141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446515200939466136.post-3675757080812360519</id><published>2011-04-02T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:15:13.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To make up for lost time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;If any of you are out there, and here’s hoping, this is my make up entry for that lack of dedication for 3 months and plus. Although I created this post for the purpose of mailroom stories and the ongoing tribulations in other’s lives to help us all feel better about our own, I’ve decided to take a different spin and share more personal stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The time away (from this) was spent arguing and fighting with everything I had in me (note the past tense) to prove to a guy that I was worth it. Let me tell you, I don’t care how old you are or what your situation is, if someone isn’t willing to fight for you just as hard as you do them, turn around and walk away. I try to not let my out look on love be such a negative one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I tell my friends though, “Some people enjoy relationships, and some don’t; I’m the latter.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Honestly, I have never searched for the opinions of others when I enter, leave, or enjoy a relationship. That goes for friendships, work relationships, parents, siblings, and the typical “we’re a couple” relationship. If someone can prove my wrong about my glass-half-empty attitude, then by all means, come on over! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;To first summarize the last 3 months, I became more of someone I had never intended to, dropped friends (thankfully got them back), gained weight, lost sleep, lost weight, fought more in my life than I ever had, grew to understand true jealousy from my side and his, and become possibly the world’s biggest hypocrite that can’t seem to take her own advice. You know those annoying friends that ask the questions nobody wants to think about?… Yeah, that’s me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 84.75pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 84.75pt; text-indent: -48.75pt;"&gt;1)&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Should you date someone that thoroughly believes that you will cheat on them? Answer: No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 84.75pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 84.75pt; text-indent: -48.75pt;"&gt;2)&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Is it healthy to spend every freaking waking moment with someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 48.75pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Answer: no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 84.75pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 84.75pt; text-indent: -48.75pt;"&gt;3)&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Is it ok not to talk to your friends because your significant other makes up stories in his head about the on goings of these relationships? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 48.75pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Answer: no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can go on but I think you get the point. Even my boss noticed the difference when (we’ll call him Jake) would come and sit in the store for hours just because he had nothing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Tip: if your own confidence doesn’t match your partners, there’s a really good chance that the two of you don’t match either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Until next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;~G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446515200939466136-3675757080812360519?l=themailroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3675757080812360519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themailroom.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-make-up-for-lost-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446515200939466136/posts/default/3675757080812360519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446515200939466136/posts/default/3675757080812360519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailroom.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-make-up-for-lost-time.html' title='To make up for lost time.'/><author><name>Guin Gilmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207183591200782141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7446515200939466136.post-6367925068548092681</id><published>2011-01-02T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:05:25.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the New Year</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my page. With the start of the new year many people panic at the madness that may or may not occur in their schedules of work, kids, husbands, wives, parents, school, etc. Well, regardless of the woes in your life, I've decided to tell you the troubles I observe while working in The Mail Room. As described by many, we are a scene straight out of the comedy, "Seinfeld". I personally have never taken the time to watch the show, or much television for that matter, but out of the two people that work there, my boss and I, neither of us is a 6' 4" curly haired Kramer, so the reference is somewhat lost on me. But, I try not to question the minds of our customers too much though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Guin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7446515200939466136-6367925068548092681?l=themailroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themailroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6367925068548092681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://themailroom.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446515200939466136/posts/default/6367925068548092681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7446515200939466136/posts/default/6367925068548092681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themailroom.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-new-year.html' title='For the New Year'/><author><name>Guin Gilmore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05207183591200782141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
