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Unemployed & Fashionable

Still interviewing everywhere. I thought I had a job in the bag, but I get over excited about things to soon. However, I get to interview in this amazing dress. So I am not complaining at all. 

Before interview became my full time job, I realized that I didn't have many "professional" clothes. While I worked in higher education, I tried to mimic the styles of the youth with a professional feel so that I was relatable. I can't really do that when I am working with individuals who are over the age of 17 and don't live with their parents. 

I panicked.




After trying on some horrible outfits, I threw everything out of my bag and walked down Michigan Avenue in Chicago. 

I am not an express girl, yet for some reason all the interview fairies of the world told me to go in. It was like a thousand Christmas Carolers were in the store with a yellow brick road right to this dress. 

This black dress does the trick. It's long, super comfy, has a lowish back, covers my arm tattoo, and screams PROFESSIONAL AF HIRE ME. 

I am very uncomfortable, thank you. 

I love this though, because a black dress is good for everything and anything. Funerals, Christmas parties, date nights, interviews, getting hired. All the stuff you need black dresses for. 

I can't be alone, everyone has an interview outfit ... right?

Dress || Necklace || Glasses

Look at those cats in the background :) 

With Love, 
Kailagh

It's The Thought That Counts ... Right?

Although the holiday season is filled with love, I see myself and others getting very tense during this time of year. We are told, that it's the thought that counts, but our thoughts can go in a totally different direction. This came at me like a ton of coffee beans the other day while I was walking in the snow, 15 different thoughts I am sure we all have while holiday shopping.



1. Who doesn't love a good pair of socks? 

2. I wonder if everyone remembers I lost my job or not? 

3. I really don't want Great Aunt Louise to kiss me again, her lipstick stays on your face for the whole party. 

4. Who is gonna get drunk first?

5. Everyone hates socks. 

6. Boxers, men love boxers. 

7. I just spent 200 dollars on this gift, they better get me something as good. 

8. But if they don't what message does that send?! 

9. How many Christmas Parties do I have to go to this year? 

10. Ugh that is more than I want to go too! 

11. I hope no one asked how single I am?

12. "Yes I do know what it looks like living in a studio apartment with two cats, thank you for mentioning that to me" 

13. Pre game or not pre game, that is the question. 

14. Shit, no one likes boxers either. 

15. I am excited to see my family though, and isn't that what its about? 

With Love and Merry Cheer, 
Kailagh

An Entry Of The Constant Interviewer

In the past 2 weeks, I have had 7 interviews. My face hurts from smiling so much. 

Along this journey to conquer a new job, one that is not unemployment, I have learn one single life hack that changed the game for me. Flabbergasted by the results, writing a blog post to share this experience seemed like a must do.

I listen to the song The Greatest by Sia 
before all my interview really loud. 

Imagine waking up early to warm your car up, to get to your place of interview early, your dress is on the hanger & your make up in your bag, both on the passenger seat, you feel kick ass right? WELL imagine you get there 2 hours before your interview starts, and there is no where else in the world besides a Walmart near by... 

That is right ladies, you make the Walmart parking lot your own personal dressing room. 

You go girl. 

Blast that music, put that make up on, and pull our seat all the way back while you pull your dress up so no one sees that you are pretty much naked in a public place. 

You're welcome. 

PS. Having mints is helpful too, even more so if you have a large ice coffee and a bacon egg sandwich before hand. 

With love, 
Kailagh

Home Is Where The Rent Goes

Living in a small studio apartment, in the city of Chicago, with two cats is absolutely crazy. Though, having no one to judge you for drinking at 11 AM is a highlight! Actually, let's be honest with each other, that is the best part hands down. 

Uptown Chicago


Before I decided to live by myself, I had a roommate and it wasn't the best. We have all had the roommate who is just a better friend than she is a roommate, or in my case, just someone we don't mesh well with. Besides all that though, living along is the greatest thing! For many many reasons.

Closets can be what you make them.  I worked from home as a Regional Counselor for a small private school, so my closet was my office when I wasn't at the coffee shops. You can use it for that purpose, or for storage. You are able to make it your own!

No one will eat your food. I am obsessed with spicy pickled garlic, and I have no intentions on ever sharing. $12 a jar ... get your own. By living along, you never have to worry about other people eating your food, or eating your wonderful Chinese leftovers.

Naked. Yup, you can be naked anywhere you please. I suggest closing your blinds though, because even if you live on the top floor, people can and will see you.

Once a month rent comes out of my slowly deteriorating checking account, though I cannot complain. I am allowed to have friends over whenever I want, I can have Mr. Blog over whenever I want, and like I mentioned before there is no one to eat my Chinese food!

Don't get me wrong, having a roommate would be clutch. Two closest's. So enough said on that.

Though home will be changing in the next few months, one thing will remain the same.
Home is where the rent goes!

With Love, 
Kailagh

Christmas Chatter

You are sitting at the dinner table, with a plate full of mash potatoes smothered in delicious gravy, when all of the sudden the unthinkable happens. Unthinkable.

Someone ask's the question ... "Hey did you hear that Trump was elected President?" 

NO ... I HAD NO IDEA! 

Ugh. & now your wonderful mash potatoes taste like someone sprayed orange spray paint all over them. 

Christmas


Either way, Christmas dinner conversations are so scary. It is all family you don't see often, asking you the same questions that you are trying to avoid, or talking about things that make you drink your holiday Gin and Soda just a little faster. It makes sense, the faster you drink the faster you have to get a new one. Meaning you can leave, I know genius. 

With all the other things on your mind this holiday season, I wanted to tell you some topics to avoid at the dinner table to make this holiday season more festive, and less alcoholic. 

Politics. 
Everyone has that aunt with the Trump Flag flying high, and that cousin who is wearing a sweatshirt about women needing to be in the Senate & the House. Try throwing food at them when the topic comes up. 

Unemployment. 
Your twice removed cousin is only asking you about your recently status of unemployment because they need to feel better and more included in the family. You know, because they are twice removed. However, if you love your job talk it up!! 

How Single You Are. 
My favorite lines when I go home, "You know Kailagh, you haven't introduced us to a man in years ... is it because you gained some weight" Remember the pro tip, just drink faster. You'll need to fill up and walk away. 

Are there certain conversations you avoid while sitting around the tree opening gifts that your mom got and just said they were from you? I'm sure we could all use the guide!

With Holiday Love, 
Kailagh

Moving, Again?

Ugh. Yes. I am moving again, and I hate packing more than I hate arugula. I hate that leafy green. Yet here I am, for the 6th time in 3 years, moving. 

Boston to Washburn to Ashland, then two different neighborhoods in Chicago, and now to Racine WI. One would think that I would be better at moving with all this practice, keep in mind i have moved over 20 times in my whole life, yet here I am. Sitting in my bed. Watching Dancing With The Stars and drinking this incredible ice coffee.

Moving


So I got to thinking, about all the things I would rather do than pack my house. 

The answer is simple. 

Playing with my cats, reading blogs, reading some of the amazing materials in Blog Boss Babe, drinking this coffee, talking with people that I love, or continue to read the book about Mastering my Inner Mean Girl. 

However, I can't do any of those things. My car needs to be pack with round one of stuff by tomorrow! And if we are being honest with each other, I have not started packing my studio apartment. Trash has been thrown out left and right, but actual packing ..... eh. 

Better late then never, so I guess I'll pack with love, 
Kailagh  


Craigslist & The Hedgehog

About two years ago, I was sitting at my then office in Northern Wisconsin watching YouTube videos. It's totally okay, it was on my lunch break guys. Though while watching, the unthinkable happened. I saw someone with a hedgehog.


If you know me at all, you know once I have an idea in my head, changing my mind is not very easy at all. So naturally my head went too I want a hedgehog too, and I want one right now. So I started thinking, where can I get a hedgehog?

I knew that the next morning I was going to be driving 6 hours to surprise my then boyfriend at the time by going to his last soccer game, and figured I would just pick up a hedgehog on the way. Totally normal thought process ... right?

As I was looking for hedgehogs online, I went through every single site. Google, Craigslist, Facebook, Twitter, everywhere. After emailing 12 people, calling 19 different people, I receive an email back. YES THIS WAS HAPPENING!

I have your hedgehog, can you agree on the price? 


What is this, a kidnapping? But I was too excited to really pay attention to how strange this email really was, that I went along with it. I agreed on the price, and I agreed to picking the hedgehog up where she lived. 4 hours away... it was about an hour out of the way on my surprise trip to the middle of no where to watch a soccer game, so totally doable. The previous owner said they wanted the hedgehog "gone first thing in the morning, or (they) would take another offer." I agreed to that as well.

I left my house at 4 in the morning. My excitement was out of control and the idea of being tired didn't exist. Dancing in my car, catching up on calls to my family back home, and being over the moon excited to finally meet my little guy. Around 7AM I realize that I do not have the address, the owner was supposed to send it to me the night prior.

I text, I call, and I waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. I go to Target. It is now 10AM and I call again. I finally get an answer.

"Who is this"
"Hi it's Kailagh, I am supposed to meet you at your house so I can buy the Hedgehog"
"You're late"
"Well I tried calling, I have been waiting in the Target parking lot for about 2 hours" 
"What does your car look like? I'll be right there"

The owner comes hands me the hedgehog and leaves.

I am mortified. With all the research I did on hedgehogs the night before, I know everything about that cage is wrong. Hedgehog have super small feet, and that cage was all wire, which is horrible for their feet. My heart was broken for this little guy. 



BUT I HAD THE HEDGEHOG. And after I realize that is all I care about, I put the most likely ex murder behind me and drove on. Not only did I buy a hedgehog, but I made it to the game right on time. Walking around holding a blanket like a baby, made for a lot of people to look at my funny. But I was holding the greatest thing in the world.

Time pasted, and I was unable to keep him forever. Though he is living the lavish life with a friend of mine, so I know he is now loved and adored. And that exchange was less serial murder like, so always a plus.

You would think after this, I would never buy an animal on Craiglist again. You'd be wrong. I now have two cats, brother and sister, and they were also an impulsive Craiglist buy!

With Love, 
Kailagh.