Monday, November 30, 2009
Monday, December 8, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Thinking...
Sorry for the lack of updates. I’ve been working on another writing project. Oh, and I’ve been employment testing.
I guess that’s a good thing?
I’ve got some big decisions to make about the future of this blog. No, I’m not stopping. I may just be moving pages… again. It’s tied to the above mentioned writing project.
I’d like to keep this separate but I’m not sure I can keep up with both.
I’ll let you know as soon as I make a decision.
Thanks!
I guess that’s a good thing?
I’ve got some big decisions to make about the future of this blog. No, I’m not stopping. I may just be moving pages… again. It’s tied to the above mentioned writing project.
I’d like to keep this separate but I’m not sure I can keep up with both.
I’ll let you know as soon as I make a decision.
Thanks!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Changes…
Today is Chris and my fourth wedding anniversary.
In years past, we’ve planned a big trip around this time. In ’04 we went to Maui, ’05 we went to Oahu, ’06 we went to San Fran & Maui, and ’07 we went to Napa.
This year, we were supposed to be in New York but…
We canceled for obvious reasons.
Yeah, it’s a bit of a bummer but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather stay home with than Christopher.
Happy Anniversary Hon. You are the shoulder for my tears, the laughter in my sorrow, and the voice of reason when - as per usual - I'm not.
You are the man I’ve always wanted. You are the strength I’ve always needed.
And I can’t believe God played such a dirty trick on you and stuck you with me.
I love you.
In years past, we’ve planned a big trip around this time. In ’04 we went to Maui, ’05 we went to Oahu, ’06 we went to San Fran & Maui, and ’07 we went to Napa.
This year, we were supposed to be in New York but…
We canceled for obvious reasons.
Yeah, it’s a bit of a bummer but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather stay home with than Christopher.
Happy Anniversary Hon. You are the shoulder for my tears, the laughter in my sorrow, and the voice of reason when - as per usual - I'm not.
You are the man I’ve always wanted. You are the strength I’ve always needed.
And I can’t believe God played such a dirty trick on you and stuck you with me.
I love you.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
It’s open season…
Thanks to my marvelous *ahem* not *ahem* position in foods at the 'big box' store, I am prohibited from wearing jewelry of any sort including my…
Wedding ring.
Talk about feeling naked.
Unfortunately, my lack of a wedding band signals the world to my ‘singleness’. And -
Either a.) I have become more significantly attractive since I married my sweetheart
Or
b.) Guys think my hair net, my plastic gloves, and my knee length apron are hot.
Maybe I have a way with words. For instance, perhaps some appreciate the way I say, ‘Would you like a churro for only a dollar more?’ or ‘Our foods are made with only the finest ingredients.’
Riiight. I’m with ya. The answer is:
c.) My city is full of desperate men.
But in other news – my self confidence is way up.
Well… as much as it can be. I do, after all, wear a hair net, plastic gloves, and an apron.
I received a letter today from a local city saying I had passed the testing requirements and would be the first to interview when a position came available and I couldn’t help but wonder…
When the heck did I apply for that job?
Ah. The fabulous life of the ‘kinda’ unemployed.
Wedding ring.
Talk about feeling naked.
Unfortunately, my lack of a wedding band signals the world to my ‘singleness’. And -
Either a.) I have become more significantly attractive since I married my sweetheart
Or
b.) Guys think my hair net, my plastic gloves, and my knee length apron are hot.
Maybe I have a way with words. For instance, perhaps some appreciate the way I say, ‘Would you like a churro for only a dollar more?’ or ‘Our foods are made with only the finest ingredients.’
Riiight. I’m with ya. The answer is:
c.) My city is full of desperate men.
But in other news – my self confidence is way up.
Well… as much as it can be. I do, after all, wear a hair net, plastic gloves, and an apron.
I received a letter today from a local city saying I had passed the testing requirements and would be the first to interview when a position came available and I couldn’t help but wonder…
When the heck did I apply for that job?
Ah. The fabulous life of the ‘kinda’ unemployed.
Friday, October 31, 2008
H-U-M-I-L-I-T-Y…
Last night was my first night working the new position… and my first time wearing a hair net…
And my first time seeing one of the guys I graduated high school with in ten years.
Yeah.
Fabulous.
Let me back up a few steps.
In high school, there was a guy that no one liked. He thought he was a total genius and felt we were all beneath him.
Sadly, he was a total genius and we were probably all beneath him.
I didn’t particularly get along with him because I don’t bond well with jerks… oh and he took great pride in being mean to my brothers. If there’s one thing you just don’t do to our family, its mess with one of us. It ticks off the other six siblings.
The guy and I fought like cats and dogs in high school and when we graduated I just knew I was going to do something with my life and he, with his crappy attitude, would fail.
I heard over the years that he got married, popped out a few kidlets, and was very successful in the field of physics and sciences.
Crap.
Needless to say, I had no desire – especially in light of my current situation – to see the guy. But of course, with my recent luck, the guy came to the ‘Big Box’ store last night.
Nothing says ‘I’ve gone places since high school’ like a hair net and a “Would you like sauerkraut with your hot dog?”
Sooo… I did a very mature thing - I smiled and wished him well in his future endeavors.
Right.
And I’ve got a dark tan and skin void of freckles.
So what really happened?
I pulled my hat down, flipped over my name tag, and went on a bathroom break.
I’m all about being humble and recognizing the value in working to pay bills but geez…
I’ve got standards.
And my first time seeing one of the guys I graduated high school with in ten years.
Yeah.
Fabulous.
Let me back up a few steps.
In high school, there was a guy that no one liked. He thought he was a total genius and felt we were all beneath him.
Sadly, he was a total genius and we were probably all beneath him.
I didn’t particularly get along with him because I don’t bond well with jerks… oh and he took great pride in being mean to my brothers. If there’s one thing you just don’t do to our family, its mess with one of us. It ticks off the other six siblings.
The guy and I fought like cats and dogs in high school and when we graduated I just knew I was going to do something with my life and he, with his crappy attitude, would fail.
I heard over the years that he got married, popped out a few kidlets, and was very successful in the field of physics and sciences.
Crap.
Needless to say, I had no desire – especially in light of my current situation – to see the guy. But of course, with my recent luck, the guy came to the ‘Big Box’ store last night.
Nothing says ‘I’ve gone places since high school’ like a hair net and a “Would you like sauerkraut with your hot dog?”
Sooo… I did a very mature thing - I smiled and wished him well in his future endeavors.
Right.
And I’ve got a dark tan and skin void of freckles.
So what really happened?
I pulled my hat down, flipped over my name tag, and went on a bathroom break.
I’m all about being humble and recognizing the value in working to pay bills but geez…
I’ve got standards.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Just when you think no one is looking…
Someone is.
The ‘Big Box’ store has decided to cut hours and lay off most of the temporary/seasonal employees. Since I’m a newbie/temporary/seasonal employee, my number was up first
Just what I need right?
BUT…
Someone noticed my work ethic.
That ‘someone’ was a store manager. In an effort to save me from a layoff, she transferred me to another department and rather than cut my hours… she gave me a full time plus overtime 6 day shift.
I guess mom and dad were right when they said… Work like someone is always watching.
Well… it was either my work ethic or… maybe the manager was tired of me drawing crowds at the cart corral?
It’s a total bummer because I just mastered my running/cartwheel/back flip routine.
Take that Mary Lou Retton.
They are transferring me to foods. So… uh… if you find a hair in your bread…
It TOTALLY wasn’t me.
…Even if it’s red… and even if I’m the only redhead in the whole department….
It still wasn’t me.
Oh, and I have an interview with the transit peeps on Monday. I was excited… until they told me how many applications they received and how many people they are interviewing. Let’s just say…
My odds aren’t good…
Unless of course…
They’ve seen my cart routine. If so, the job is in the bag.
The ‘Big Box’ store has decided to cut hours and lay off most of the temporary/seasonal employees. Since I’m a newbie/temporary/seasonal employee, my number was up first
Just what I need right?
BUT…
Someone noticed my work ethic.
That ‘someone’ was a store manager. In an effort to save me from a layoff, she transferred me to another department and rather than cut my hours… she gave me a full time plus overtime 6 day shift.
I guess mom and dad were right when they said… Work like someone is always watching.
Well… it was either my work ethic or… maybe the manager was tired of me drawing crowds at the cart corral?
It’s a total bummer because I just mastered my running/cartwheel/back flip routine.
Take that Mary Lou Retton.
They are transferring me to foods. So… uh… if you find a hair in your bread…
It TOTALLY wasn’t me.
…Even if it’s red… and even if I’m the only redhead in the whole department….
It still wasn’t me.
Oh, and I have an interview with the transit peeps on Monday. I was excited… until they told me how many applications they received and how many people they are interviewing. Let’s just say…
My odds aren’t good…
Unless of course…
They’ve seen my cart routine. If so, the job is in the bag.
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