disclaimer: Brogan and boring-blog dislikers (notice that was boring-blog dislikers, not boring blog-dislikers) like him... you guys can turn away now. This is a normal blog post, not stuffed with hefty amounts of laughter or inspiration. Boring to the likes of you folk....
moving on to the actual post:
I've been a little gloomier than I would like as of late... due mostly to the fact that I am working full time at a desk job instead of dancing all summer. I apologize for those of you who have had to deal with my whiney facebook updates. I decided it's time to look at some of the brightsides of my life, so here is a little happy list (idea stolen from elizakaye):
-I got to go camping this week for the first time in two years! It was lovely.
-My family is great, but something about the outdoor air on camping trips always makes one person turn into the hulk. This time we were avenger-free! (which is, in this case, great!)
-I have next Saturday off which means I can go buy clothes at yard sales (the only way I can justify spending money)
-I have a job! Which equals... much needed money... which equals... less student loans... which equals... less hatred from my future husband (whoever he may be) and less stress.
-I'm wearing my favorite green cardigan today... feelin pretty lovely.
-I just had a delicious, nutritious berry shake.
-I am totally conquering this diet. I haven't cheated once this whole week! (This is huge for me, as those of you who know me know.....I have absolutely NO self-control when it comes to food)
-As a result of conquering the first week, I have lost 4 pounds. *Makes fist like Napoleon Dynamite* chyesssss!!!
-As a result of losing 4 pounds, my pants are loose - physical evidence! *Makes fist like Napoleon Dynamite once again....* Chyessss!!!!
-The smoke is starting to clear.
-My sister Special K and I have been sharing a room for a two weeks now, and not only are we both alive. We haven't gotten in any quarrels yet... not even itty bitty ones.
-My laptop is completely virus-free! (This is not normal for my little hp.)
-I started a great romantic novel yesterday - Seeking Persephone
-Work has been hilarious today - good times at the office.
-I have the best friends and family a girl could as for! (I'm sorry that I can't hangout 90% of the time when you all call! I do love you- I'm just busy!)
-This break from dance will be good for all of my chronic injuries.
-Scriptures are awesome... as always :)
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
***holds breath in anticipation and fear***
Okay... stop reading this post, right now.
I'm just posting this so there's a little bit of a risk of someone seeing this other blog I'm writing. It's very pointless. Just me writing down my little steps to a healthier life. That's all. Boring. Bad punctuation. Don't look. But... just so there's a chance someone will look, to give me motivation to keep track of my crap: Here it is.
I hope if you clicked that you appreciate my oh-so-creative-and-original title. Yep, see, if you clicked it, it was boring, right?
Oi. I'm self conscious about this, but I need to fix it... and the chance that someone might see my failures and successes just might do the trick. That's all. Don't read it. Seriously.
I'm just posting this so there's a little bit of a risk of someone seeing this other blog I'm writing. It's very pointless. Just me writing down my little steps to a healthier life. That's all. Boring. Bad punctuation. Don't look. But... just so there's a chance someone will look, to give me motivation to keep track of my crap: Here it is.
I hope if you clicked that you appreciate my oh-so-creative-and-original title. Yep, see, if you clicked it, it was boring, right?
Oi. I'm self conscious about this, but I need to fix it... and the chance that someone might see my failures and successes just might do the trick. That's all. Don't read it. Seriously.
Monday, June 18, 2012
I think I've gone into thrifty overdrive...
The other day as I was gluing my shoe back together for the 5th time, sighing, wishing I could justify buying new shoes, I realized something...
I am GLUING my shoe (which was a hand me down) back together for the FIFTH time. I think I'm justified in spending a little dough on somethin to cover my feet that isn't in constant need of mending.
I then realized something. As a poor, college student, I have gone into THRIFT OVERDRIVE. I thought about it, and realized that the things I wear are probably unacceptable for someone who .... no, wait... they're unacceptable for anyone.
I've come up with a short test to help you all determind if you are also in thrift overdrive:
1. Have you bought less than 6 articles of clothing within the last two years? (Aside from souveineers bought outside the US)
2. Do you wear clothing with stains in hopes that no one will notice?
3. Do you wear clothing with holes, but justify it as long as there are layers over it?
4. Are most of your jeans either too tight or falling off?
5. Has it been almost 3 years since you bought a pair of shoes that were not church shoes or boots?
6. Was it over 3 months from the time your last pair of boots got holes in them and would leak through to your socks, to the time you bought new boots?
7. Are most of your jeans either too tight or falling off?
8. Do you own any non-workout shorts? ... If the answer is no, is it because you only owned one pair and when they were too destroyed to wear, but for some reason you couldn't justify investing in new ones even though it's the middle of the summer?
9.Does your mother frequently tell you that you will never marry as a result of your wardrobe?
10. Does your mother ever tear up at your wardrobe, and the fact that the clothes, not the person inside the clothes (aka YOU), are clearly the reason you're not in a relationship right now?
11.Do you ever get mistaken for a hobo?
If you answered YES to any of the above questions, you may be in the THRIFT OVERDRIVE zone. If you answered YES to all of these questions... join my thrift rehab group.
I am GLUING my shoe (which was a hand me down) back together for the FIFTH time. I think I'm justified in spending a little dough on somethin to cover my feet that isn't in constant need of mending.
I then realized something. As a poor, college student, I have gone into THRIFT OVERDRIVE. I thought about it, and realized that the things I wear are probably unacceptable for someone who .... no, wait... they're unacceptable for anyone.
I've come up with a short test to help you all determind if you are also in thrift overdrive:
1. Have you bought less than 6 articles of clothing within the last two years? (Aside from souveineers bought outside the US)
2. Do you wear clothing with stains in hopes that no one will notice?
3. Do you wear clothing with holes, but justify it as long as there are layers over it?
4. Are most of your jeans either too tight or falling off?
5. Has it been almost 3 years since you bought a pair of shoes that were not church shoes or boots?
6. Was it over 3 months from the time your last pair of boots got holes in them and would leak through to your socks, to the time you bought new boots?
7. Are most of your jeans either too tight or falling off?
8. Do you own any non-workout shorts? ... If the answer is no, is it because you only owned one pair and when they were too destroyed to wear, but for some reason you couldn't justify investing in new ones even though it's the middle of the summer?
9.Does your mother frequently tell you that you will never marry as a result of your wardrobe?
10. Does your mother ever tear up at your wardrobe, and the fact that the clothes, not the person inside the clothes (aka YOU), are clearly the reason you're not in a relationship right now?
11.Do you ever get mistaken for a hobo?
If you answered YES to any of the above questions, you may be in the THRIFT OVERDRIVE zone. If you answered YES to all of these questions... join my thrift rehab group.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
Sometimes I'm pretty sure I resemble a platypus....
... or some other awkward critter.
I really struggle with the simplest tasks in life. Take, for example, walking. What a challenge!
I'm not even referring to the fact that I trip over air multiple times each day, and run into randomn objects (including, but not limited to: walls, doors, chairs, and human beings) on a frequent basis. Those are a completely different story, I'm talking about basic walking and all the pressure I feel while doing it.
...The problem comes when my mind goes blank. This is when my brain decides to pay attention to what the rest of my body is doing, which we all know is never a good idea. I start to panic. What kind of a freak am I? What is my body doing??? I mean, there's so much running through my mind as I try to coach myself through this.....
1. Pace... too fast, I look like I'm in panic mode (which inside I am, because my mind is blank and all I can think about is how my life is so challenging because I still don't know how to calmly stroll through public places). Too slow, and I'll look like a lost and confused little child... focus T, you've been doing this for years. Just, REMAIN CALM.
2.Legs... Oh gosh. Are they bending too much? Not enough? do they just look weird? It's heel first, right? Or is that ballet class? No, toe first in ballet, not normal human mode... right? Oh crap... ooooooh crap... Do I point my toes? No. Flex?... nope.... that's not right.. relax the foot. Great. Now I have feet resembling a dead fish *this is usually where I biff it in full view of a large crowd, but I recover, determined to master this whole "walking" thing*
3.Hips.... Okay, really? I look like a total stiff... maybe I should swing them a little bit. No, no, NO. This is not a beauty pagaent... and do I really want to emphasize the size of those things? Didn't think so, let those babies shift back into neutral.
4.Stomach... suck that baby in! Oh no... now my shoulders are coming up to make room for what is usually a protrusion. Shoulders... get them down! Whoa... not that far down, I am not a depressed Ragedy Ann. Perk up a bit! Whoa not that much! Oh, for the love....
5.Thighs.. Oh my gosh they're touching... They're going to wear away to nothing!!! (not that that would be so terrible) Oh snap, they're making a sound. Swish swish swish swish swish.... That guy just looked at me, he can hear my swishing thighs... back off man! I'm a woman, don't judge my swish. Maybe I should just spread my legs out a little bit, walk so my thighs don't touch. There we go, one foot on either end of the hallway and I'm golden.
6.Arms... What the!?! What am I doing with those things?!?? They're just sitting there clenched to my side as I waddle around? Everyone around me has a gentle, natural swing to their arms, I've just got to try to be more like that.... I'm going to try this "swinging" business... okay, on three... 1,2,3.. GO! Whoa! okay, they should not be swinging up to my line of sight with every step... that's a little aggressive. Maybe if I bend them a little bit? Crap.. I totally forgot my arms are hyper-extended... so I have to bend them extra so they look normal, right? uh-oh. Nope. Stop right there, those arms are at hard-core jogger status. Back it off a bit. I've got this, I just have to observe what everyone else is doing.... what angle is that? 26ish??? Where's my protractor when I need it.......
7.Hands... Why are my hands resembling a machete? This is not drill team, I was never on drill team, there is no reason to ever EVER have blade hands unless I'm doing the robot. I just have to relax the hands, let them gently hang by my side, dangling from my arms - which are still COMPLETELY out of control.
8.Head... Straight up. No tilt. I'm the master of the straight head..... Whoa, no! I thought I had this down, definitely not. Now I look like a giraffe robot. Maybe I'll give it a little wiggle-sway... Nope. Epileptic resemblance is waaay too strong right now. Forget about the head... it's not good for anything anyway....
9.Eyes... Where do I loo- Ahh... attractive man!- No. Staring is socially unacceptable, especially when he is now behind me. Just look straight ahead, FOCUS. You've got this. Oh no, there are people walking by.. I should just remain calm and flash a friendly smile. I'll probably brighten their day! WHOA!! What was that? awkward-glance-and-head-nod-with-the-bottom-half-of-my-two-front-teeth-showing in an attempt at a smile? Not cool self, not cool. I'll stick to looking straight ahead, no distractions. Focus, I've got this... I'm doing gr- oh crap, mouth. Open? Closed? halfway? slight smile?!?!???
10.Breathing... Deep breaths... NOT THAT DEEP! What am I doing, I think I'm hyperventilating.. CALM DOWN!
Am I really the only one who struggles with this? Please, if you're out there and you have this problem, comment. I need to know I'm not alone.
**note: this process is about 10x more difficult when I'm the only one walking and everyone else is sitting... every time I have to get up and use the bathroom at work, I'm terrified that I'll make a fool of myself walking out of the room.
I really struggle with the simplest tasks in life. Take, for example, walking. What a challenge!
I'm not even referring to the fact that I trip over air multiple times each day, and run into randomn objects (including, but not limited to: walls, doors, chairs, and human beings) on a frequent basis. Those are a completely different story, I'm talking about basic walking and all the pressure I feel while doing it.
When I'm talking to someone or have something to focus my mind on, I'm totally fine, one foot in front of the other, chargin ahead..
I am a walking master.
...The problem comes when my mind goes blank. This is when my brain decides to pay attention to what the rest of my body is doing, which we all know is never a good idea. I start to panic. What kind of a freak am I? What is my body doing??? I mean, there's so much running through my mind as I try to coach myself through this.....
1. Pace... too fast, I look like I'm in panic mode (which inside I am, because my mind is blank and all I can think about is how my life is so challenging because I still don't know how to calmly stroll through public places). Too slow, and I'll look like a lost and confused little child... focus T, you've been doing this for years. Just, REMAIN CALM.
2.Legs... Oh gosh. Are they bending too much? Not enough? do they just look weird? It's heel first, right? Or is that ballet class? No, toe first in ballet, not normal human mode... right? Oh crap... ooooooh crap... Do I point my toes? No. Flex?... nope.... that's not right.. relax the foot. Great. Now I have feet resembling a dead fish *this is usually where I biff it in full view of a large crowd, but I recover, determined to master this whole "walking" thing*
3.Hips.... Okay, really? I look like a total stiff... maybe I should swing them a little bit. No, no, NO. This is not a beauty pagaent... and do I really want to emphasize the size of those things? Didn't think so, let those babies shift back into neutral.
4.Stomach... suck that baby in! Oh no... now my shoulders are coming up to make room for what is usually a protrusion. Shoulders... get them down! Whoa... not that far down, I am not a depressed Ragedy Ann. Perk up a bit! Whoa not that much! Oh, for the love....
5.Thighs.. Oh my gosh they're touching... They're going to wear away to nothing!!! (not that that would be so terrible) Oh snap, they're making a sound. Swish swish swish swish swish.... That guy just looked at me, he can hear my swishing thighs... back off man! I'm a woman, don't judge my swish. Maybe I should just spread my legs out a little bit, walk so my thighs don't touch. There we go, one foot on either end of the hallway and I'm golden.
6.Arms... What the!?! What am I doing with those things?!?? They're just sitting there clenched to my side as I waddle around? Everyone around me has a gentle, natural swing to their arms, I've just got to try to be more like that.... I'm going to try this "swinging" business... okay, on three... 1,2,3.. GO! Whoa! okay, they should not be swinging up to my line of sight with every step... that's a little aggressive. Maybe if I bend them a little bit? Crap.. I totally forgot my arms are hyper-extended... so I have to bend them extra so they look normal, right? uh-oh. Nope. Stop right there, those arms are at hard-core jogger status. Back it off a bit. I've got this, I just have to observe what everyone else is doing.... what angle is that? 26ish??? Where's my protractor when I need it.......
7.Hands... Why are my hands resembling a machete? This is not drill team, I was never on drill team, there is no reason to ever EVER have blade hands unless I'm doing the robot. I just have to relax the hands, let them gently hang by my side, dangling from my arms - which are still COMPLETELY out of control.
8.Head... Straight up. No tilt. I'm the master of the straight head..... Whoa, no! I thought I had this down, definitely not. Now I look like a giraffe robot. Maybe I'll give it a little wiggle-sway... Nope. Epileptic resemblance is waaay too strong right now. Forget about the head... it's not good for anything anyway....
9.Eyes... Where do I loo- Ahh... attractive man!- No. Staring is socially unacceptable, especially when he is now behind me. Just look straight ahead, FOCUS. You've got this. Oh no, there are people walking by.. I should just remain calm and flash a friendly smile. I'll probably brighten their day! WHOA!! What was that? awkward-glance-and-head-nod-with-the-bottom-half-of-my-two-front-teeth-showing in an attempt at a smile? Not cool self, not cool. I'll stick to looking straight ahead, no distractions. Focus, I've got this... I'm doing gr- oh crap, mouth. Open? Closed? halfway? slight smile?!?!???
10.Breathing... Deep breaths... NOT THAT DEEP! What am I doing, I think I'm hyperventilating.. CALM DOWN!
I'm an anxiety attack waiting to happen.
Any fellow dancers suddenly understanding why I struggle with picking up choreography? THIS is what goes through my head! It's really disorganized in there.
Am I really the only one who struggles with this? Please, if you're out there and you have this problem, comment. I need to know I'm not alone.
**note: this process is about 10x more difficult when I'm the only one walking and everyone else is sitting... every time I have to get up and use the bathroom at work, I'm terrified that I'll make a fool of myself walking out of the room.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Phew! Thank goodness someone stopped me from eloping to Vegas!
Sometimes, I have a tendency to explain things poorly... and exaggerate my feelings for men in what I, and most people, think is a humorous manner. But every once in a while, someone doesn't quite pick up on the whole "joking" vibe, and decides it's time for a serious intervention.
brief run-down on Tiana-awkward-exaggerated-nonsensical-ness that is my first language for those of you who don't know me well enough or have a humorous bone in your body... I often say: "We're going to start dating soon, it will happen, I'm determined!" When what I really mean is: "He's really really ridiculously good looking" or I say things like "I plan on marrying him" when what I mean is... "I think he's super attractive AND we actually exchanged some awkward words the other day" get it? good.
sidenote: there's this guy I think is super attractive at a certain location I frequent - We're getting married. HA! that was a test, I hope you were paying attention, because what I really meant was.... he's ridiculously good-lookin', and we speak awkward words together sometimes.
So... yesterday, I got home from my singles ward to find my family in the middle of our home-teaching lesson. We had a lovely lesson on callings and then our home teacher decided to play catch-up with college me. So, of course, he asked about how the hunt for a mate was going.
Home teacher: So, Tiana, do you have any prospects right now? Are you dating anyone?
Me: (chuckling.. because generally that tends to clear up peoples questions about whether or not I'm joking or seriously belong in the crazy house) No, but I'm planning on dating someone soon! hahaha
Family: hahahaha (they've all heard my tale about this beautiful specimen of a man before)
Home teacher: (nervous, confused laughter) Oh, so who is this guy? Tell me about him.
Me: Well... I see him all the time at [insert location here], and he's just suuuuuuper attractive. I'm pretty sure we're gonna get married. (read in comedic tone)
Family: hahaha... Oh... silly Ti! hahaha
Home teacher: (no laughter, not even the nervous or confused kind) Well, what else do you know about him, do you even know if he's a good guy?
Me: Well... that's why we're going to date, so I can find out if he's a good guy... (nervous chuckle as i realize he's not getting the whole "humor" aspect of this conversation)
Home teacher: Is he strong in the gospel? Does he respect women? What do you even know about him!?! You want to date him just for his looks???
Me: Well... he's an RM... and-
Home teacher: THAT MEANS NOTHING!!!!
Me: He's funny, and nice, and... I'm just ki-
Home teacher: *****insert extremely long and unnecessary lecture here detailing why I need to be more careful in my dating life, including, but not limited too: 1. How I should not be handing my kisses out to just any guy who asks. (HAHAHAHA anyone who knows me please take a moment out of your day to have a good laugh at this one. For those of you who don't... I'm no floosy!) 2. How I should also not be giving any guys any of my attention, or gracing them with my presence unless they fight for it... (hello, spinster-dom!) 3. How I should be careful not to get into an abusive relationship with this guy.... (for all I know he could be a crazy murderer or rapist, right? I've gotta watch out!) 4. Not basing my marriage on looks alone (gee! I never thought of that... good thing he stopped me before I got to the temple!) 5. How it is important to develop a friendship before dating and marriage (once again... mind BLOWN) 6. How I need to be careful and not rush into relationships anymore (fun fact... I've never actually been in a relationship. Most people think I'm toooo cautious and picky. For the record: I'm fine, I just won't waste my time dating someone if I don't like them enough - strange logic, right? I know, I'm a FREAK!)*****
Family: (gets wide eyes, and nervous and confused laughter as they run out of the room and abandon me to this firm scolding)
Me: mmmmmmmk got it. thanks for the lesson, bye!
Oh how I LOVE these little treats that come with being a young single adult.
brief run-down on Tiana-awkward-exaggerated-nonsensical-ness that is my first language for those of you who don't know me well enough or have a humorous bone in your body... I often say: "We're going to start dating soon, it will happen, I'm determined!" When what I really mean is: "He's really really ridiculously good looking" or I say things like "I plan on marrying him" when what I mean is... "I think he's super attractive AND we actually exchanged some awkward words the other day" get it? good.
sidenote: there's this guy I think is super attractive at a certain location I frequent - We're getting married. HA! that was a test, I hope you were paying attention, because what I really meant was.... he's ridiculously good-lookin', and we speak awkward words together sometimes.
So... yesterday, I got home from my singles ward to find my family in the middle of our home-teaching lesson. We had a lovely lesson on callings and then our home teacher decided to play catch-up with college me. So, of course, he asked about how the hunt for a mate was going.
Home teacher: So, Tiana, do you have any prospects right now? Are you dating anyone?
Me: (chuckling.. because generally that tends to clear up peoples questions about whether or not I'm joking or seriously belong in the crazy house) No, but I'm planning on dating someone soon! hahaha
Family: hahahaha (they've all heard my tale about this beautiful specimen of a man before)
Home teacher: (nervous, confused laughter) Oh, so who is this guy? Tell me about him.
Me: Well... I see him all the time at [insert location here], and he's just suuuuuuper attractive. I'm pretty sure we're gonna get married. (read in comedic tone)
Family: hahaha... Oh... silly Ti! hahaha
Home teacher: (no laughter, not even the nervous or confused kind) Well, what else do you know about him, do you even know if he's a good guy?
Me: Well... that's why we're going to date, so I can find out if he's a good guy... (nervous chuckle as i realize he's not getting the whole "humor" aspect of this conversation)
Home teacher: Is he strong in the gospel? Does he respect women? What do you even know about him!?! You want to date him just for his looks???
Me: Well... he's an RM... and-
Home teacher: THAT MEANS NOTHING!!!!
Me: He's funny, and nice, and... I'm just ki-
Home teacher: *****insert extremely long and unnecessary lecture here detailing why I need to be more careful in my dating life, including, but not limited too: 1. How I should not be handing my kisses out to just any guy who asks. (HAHAHAHA anyone who knows me please take a moment out of your day to have a good laugh at this one. For those of you who don't... I'm no floosy!) 2. How I should also not be giving any guys any of my attention, or gracing them with my presence unless they fight for it... (hello, spinster-dom!) 3. How I should be careful not to get into an abusive relationship with this guy.... (for all I know he could be a crazy murderer or rapist, right? I've gotta watch out!) 4. Not basing my marriage on looks alone (gee! I never thought of that... good thing he stopped me before I got to the temple!) 5. How it is important to develop a friendship before dating and marriage (once again... mind BLOWN) 6. How I need to be careful and not rush into relationships anymore (fun fact... I've never actually been in a relationship. Most people think I'm toooo cautious and picky. For the record: I'm fine, I just won't waste my time dating someone if I don't like them enough - strange logic, right? I know, I'm a FREAK!)*****
Family: (gets wide eyes, and nervous and confused laughter as they run out of the room and abandon me to this firm scolding)
Me: mmmmmmmk got it. thanks for the lesson, bye!
Oh how I LOVE these little treats that come with being a young single adult.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Requests
Okay. Clearly my creativity is waning. Did you see my last few posts? It's all been downhill from crazies and marraige... I really need some inspiration here. I like blogging, but I hate boring blogging. So.. I have a few requests of you all:
1. Give me some ideas of things to blog about, funny or deep things you may have heard me comment on... or know I would comment on. You can email me these ideas at: flippinsweetdancer@hotmail.com (I know.. I have a somewhat ridiculous email address, I created it during my Napoleon Dynamite phase. I do have a professional email... but it's for more professional things, not blogging.)
2. Follow me... if you read these things, just follow me. Why? Because my wit is motivated by more readers. Also, if you like something I wrote... tell some people - mostly if it's inspirational at all. Funny is fine to share, but if I ever write something that has a legitimate impact on your life... why aren't you telling people so they can be impacted.
3... and with that, go check out my friend Brogan's blog: going to the pool why? Because it's thought-provoking, funny, and inspiring. So if you would like to read something awesome... Go there now.
Please and thank you. :)
1. Give me some ideas of things to blog about, funny or deep things you may have heard me comment on... or know I would comment on. You can email me these ideas at: flippinsweetdancer@hotmail.com (I know.. I have a somewhat ridiculous email address, I created it during my Napoleon Dynamite phase. I do have a professional email... but it's for more professional things, not blogging.)
2. Follow me... if you read these things, just follow me. Why? Because my wit is motivated by more readers. Also, if you like something I wrote... tell some people - mostly if it's inspirational at all. Funny is fine to share, but if I ever write something that has a legitimate impact on your life... why aren't you telling people so they can be impacted.
3... and with that, go check out my friend Brogan's blog: going to the pool why? Because it's thought-provoking, funny, and inspiring. So if you would like to read something awesome... Go there now.
Please and thank you. :)
Friday, June 1, 2012
Workin girl
The week after I got home from school I spent most of my time applying for jobs. I probably applied for 50+ jobs, because I applied for 8-10 a day Monday-Saturday. Why so many? Well.. many reasons:
1. I am only going to be here for the summer and 90% of those jobs aren't looking for people that temporary
2. If I couldn't find a full time job I was hoping to have 2-3 part time jobs
3. I wasn't super picky about what jobs I applied for. I have no college degree and I'm only here for a few months. Beggars can't be choosers! (I did avoid fast food and custodial, though... deciding those would be a last resort)
Since I had no job and desperately needed one (I literally have NO money since I couldn't work this last school year or last summer). I decided that until I found a job... looking for a job was my full-time job.
Well... Guess what... SUCCESS!
I had job offers like crazy.. and I ended up taking a job at Elite Security as a scheduler. (Worst pay I was offered - but I felt really good about it - plus I usually don't start work until after 10, which is great for me since I'm not a morning person at all... in fact I'm a morning beast. raawwr.)
I really like my job. Here is why:
1. once again.... I like the hours
2. I never have to work on Sunday :)
3. I get to talk to the same people every day, so I've become buds with them.
4. Super chill.. I made numerous mistakes my first week and was terrified I was going to get fired... nope. They still love me.
5. Swivel chair!
6. It's a call center... but I don't have a script.. and I actually don't mind talking on the phone all day.
7. When things are slow... I can do whatever I want as long as I stay in my swivel chair. Read, surf the internet, play sudoku, text.. whatevs.
8. When we're busy I get to be a multi-tasking wonder - I love it.
9. My co-workers are fantastic
10. I get to problem solve.
also... the techs and reps I get to talk to tell me I am "the best"... pretty sure they say that to everyone, but it's always a nice little ego boost :)
Okay so... it may not be the most amazing job in the world, but I think it's pretty neat...
usually...
EXCEPT....
ohmygoshtodayhasbeensoslowIthinkI'mgonnadie!!!!
For rizzle.
It has been RIDICULOUSLY slow today. Normally I can keep myself entertained no problemo, but... I have exhausted my resources.
I'm pretty sure I've stalked 5 blogs (years and years back), played 10 different miniclip games, read 15 different news articles, and completed 50 sudoku puzzles..
Guess what.. Facebook is blocked, undestandable. But, also... PINTEREST is blocked too! I'm just dyin trying to find a way to waste my time at this desk.
I love having little breaks from the busy to relax, but seriously this is out of hand.
I forgot to bring a book today - the one day I would actually have time to read it! So bad.
Also (prepare yourself... there is a tangent coming straight at ya!)... I am trying to be healthier and eat food that is better for me - also.. I am working on PORTION CONTROL, because the metabolism I had in high school decided to run away screaming when I graduated.
I'm not very happy about it, but I have come to terms with the fact that I have to actually work to get to my normal weight now. skahiotesklahturrrrgh. I really really REALLY love food so this sucks soooo bad - eating healthy is not a big of a deal, I love healthy food, but the portions I'm supposed to be eating....ridiculous. hmph. ... ANYWAY this attempt at PORTION CONTROL (the term brings a shudder to my soul) resulted in me eating only a Costco poppyseed muffin for lunch.
Well, guess what... IamsoridiculouslyhungrythatIfeellikemystomachhasstarteddevouringitselfandImightkeeloveratanysecond!!! Serious.
I'm in legit pain and at a very high level of grumpiness right now. I ate lunch 7 1/2 hours ago and I was hungry for more right after I ate it.
I have been chewing my gum,
I have been focusing on other things...
and guess what: IT IS NOT WORKING.
I am looking at my notebook right now and contemplating eating the paper... okay, that's a lie... but this is still not ok.
Good thing my sister Kayli was in charge of dinner tonight and she made tostadas, which I will be enjoying in approximately 1 hr. :D Happy tummy...coming soon.
Anyway.. storal of the mory: I need ideas for things to keep me busy at work - but they also have to be things I am able to put down at any second to answer the phone or type something up... and nothing I have to download. So please... help prevent a day like this from ever happening again and give me tips for when this tragic situation occurs again.
Love you all, I will be my usual, jolly, self again in approximately... 50 minutes. :)
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