Let me start off by saying that I'm amazing

Today I had my first real interview for a real job with a real salary.  Go me.  Sometimes I like to think about funny things that I could say in an interview.  For example, tonight Wade was asking me if I told him how amazing I was and I said that it was in fact the first thing I said.   "Before we get this started, let me just say that I'm amazing." If only that could work.

It goes without saying that the whole finding a job process is tedious, to say the least.  It's kind of like dating in that in order to get what you want you really have to put yourself out there and risk getting rejected.  It's tough! 

Sometimes I just feel like I'm pretending.  I mean, I hadn't ever planned on being a career woman, but that is what's going on now.  People ask me what my career goals are and I mutter something like how I want to do this or that important thing. While I know I could do all that and would probably really enjoy it, it's just not what I was expecting.  But nothing in life has really been that way, so I shouldn't be surprised.

But enough about serious life stuff for now.  I have to confess that on Monday I watched 7 episodes of a tv show on netflix.  Go me...again.  That's almost a full day of work.  Part of me is a little embarrassed, but the other part of me is so happy that I have time to do that because I will probably never have time like this again.  There are defintiely pros to being unemployed.

And these are my thinks at 1:00 in the morning.

Eating Frogs

When I worked at Cafe Zupas my managers made us read a number of self-help books-one of which was called Eat That Frog.  You're probably smart enough to know without me saying that the book was not about eating literal frogs, but rather figurative frogs.  Mark Twain once said that if the first thing you do each day is eat a frog you can then go on with your day with the satisfaction that that is probably the worst thing you would have to do that day.  The book takes this idea and applies it to getting things done each day.  In a nutshell is says that if you take care of your most dreadful task first thing in the day, you will end up being much happier and more productive, which leads to making more money and making more friends, and before you know it you will have taken over the world.  It's true.

All in all it has a good point and I am proud to say that I have been able to apply it in my life.  For the past couple years I have been fighting adulthood.  For me this is manifested by me moving back in with my parents, refusing to take care of important things like renewing my car registration until I get pulled over (twice), not picking up my clothes or cleaning up my messes (sorry mom), and not making important phone calls because people sometimes scare me (that's not really true, but I sometimes forget that I've actually overcome that).  You get the picture.  I blame it on my birth order.

So, as I rapidly approach professional life (if all goes well on the 28th I will be an official professional), I am deciding to discard my childish ways.  I started today by making important phone calls-3 of them actually-to my former preceptors to ask for letters of recommendation for a job to which I'm applying.  I was anxious all night and slept horribly.  It's not like these are scary people.  In fact, they are all really nice.  Well, long story short-I did it!  I called them.  And they all agreed to write the letters.  It felt really good.  So, the moral of this story is that although frogs are really disgusting and may make you sick to your stomach or lose sleep because they are so dreadful, it feels really good just to eat them and be done with it. So to all of you procrastinators out there, eat that frog!!!!

Worry Wart

noun \ˈwər-ē-ˌwȯrt, ˈwə-rē-\
: a person who is inclined to worry unduly 

That's me.

I had a scary thought the other day...


"What would I think about if I wasn't worrying?"


Oh, my goodness, I might actually get something done.


The amazing thing is that it has actually worked.  


Imagine that!

Getting Lost

It is not uncommon that I get lost in the town where I have lived since I was 9, but this latest incidence was the most ridiculous.

I was trying to get to the immunization place, which I have been to before.  It has been several years, however, so I looked up directions online and gave myself plenty of time so I wouldn't be rushed and have to speed.  So, I make my way to 10 Stoneybrook Road.  I knew something was up when it looked nothing like I remembered it.  I called my mom who looked up the address which was 10 SUNNYbrook Road.  You can see how I made the mistake, right?  So, I guess my mom was having a backwards day just like me and told me to go south instead of north and west instead of east.  By the time I realized what was happening, turned around and got there, I was half an hour late.  They were closed.  They let me make another appointment, thankfully.  But I was little perturbed when the lady kindly suggested that I try to be on time next time.

The entire trip lasted 1 hour.  I went home, climbed in my bed and just cried.  It wasn't that I was upset at anyone, but more that I was just so tired and frustrated that I wasted 1 HOUR lost in my own hometown!  Pathetic. :)

Confession

I have a serious problem.  I cannot...for the life of me...complete the laundry process.  What usually happens is I wash it and put in the basket where the wrinkles set in.  I could leave it there anywhere between 24 hours and 2 weeks.  I still have some unfolded laundry on my chair from 2 weeks ago.  I mean, why fold it when I'm just going to UNfold it and put it right back on.  Well, I'm trying to change this about me.  I mean, for heavens sakes, I'm almost 26 and I still can't get this down.  So, today I was determined to complete the process.  I started it at 9 am this morning figuring since I had no scheduled commitment (my ideal Saturday schedule), I would have no problem completing it.  WRONG.  Here I am at 12:15 too tired to do anything but write on my blog with my basket of folded laundry next to me.  (hey, I did fold it!)  Oh, the thought of taking it upstairs and putting it away makes me want to fall over. So, I won't.  I will leave it there until who knows when.  I guess I will have to try again in two weeks.