A Sad, Sad Reality

I recently realized I am addicted to Diet Dr. Pepper...not good.

Tagged

So it's taken me a little while, but here are seven things you may or may not want to know about me.

1. In college I played three different intramural sports. I played softball, flag football, and basketball. Fact about each:
Softball-My team never scored a run the whole season, though the following year the team one the championship. I think I was bad luck
Basketball-We were pretty much Team Awesome and least two of the seasons and made it to the championship. We didn't win, but that's okay
Flag Football-I was going for a flag, and flew in the air to get it. I got the flag, but when I got up, I looked down at my finger that felt like it was jammed, and it was turned the wrong way. I included a photo of what it looked like. (Notice this guys appears to have 10 broken fingers. I only had one, but I kid you not, the index finger on his left hand, looked just like my left ring finger.) And after the doctor popped that bad boy back into place, I still played the rest of the

season. That's dedication.

2. I'm a strangely built person. And by this I mean, my appendages do not match with my body. I have small hand, and abnormally small feet. My toes and fingers are stubs, in fact on my little toys, there is very little toe nail there. When I'm measured from finger tip to finger tip (supposedly this is how tall you are, I should only come in at 5'3", which is not the case.) But wait...the freakishness not stop there. I was a good 3 inches taller than one of my roommates in college, but whenever we'd measure our torsos and legs to find out where the height came from, we were always perplexed. I have a short torso, and short legs. Then one day we figured it it. I have a long butt! Yes it's true. We're not talking width, we're talking length. This thought was confirmed when my uncle told my aunt that she had a long butt because she was American Indian, and they have long butts. So there you have it, I have an Indian butt!

3. I have a dream to learn to write music and one day right the scores to movies. Nothing makes me happier than listening to a good movie score, and when I'm done John Williams will have nothing on me!

4. One of my fears is riding in cars. Clearly I do it because of necessity, but I really get nervous. I feel a little better when I'm driving because I feel in control, but sometimes riding with others scares the dickens out of me.

5. One of my obsessions is with the African American culture. (Is this what they call it these days? I can't keep up with the political correctness of our time.) Anyway, I LOVE black people. (No I'm not a racist as some have labeled me.) I'm fascinated by them. I am fascinated by their culture and what it would be like to be black. If I had the guts I'd live in the ghetto for a few months and write a paper like that. I'm not sure why I'm so obsessed. I think it's mainly because here are a group of people that are American, just like me, yet we're so different, at least culturally, and I don't know that I could ever complete understand it, and so it fascinates me.

6. At one point in my life, I wanted to be the President of NBC. I'm not sure why, but I remember that's what I really wanted to do. I also wanted to learn to be a DJ and be the one that does all the mixing in the club.

7. This one's kind of strange, but so am I so whatever. So in college I thought it would be the coolest thing to have a pair of slippers that looked like the Sydney Opera house, and I really wanted a pair.




So there you have it. That's me in a nutshell. And no I'm not going to tag anyone because of all the blogs I read; all of those people have been tagged, so the Buck Stops Here!

And So It Continues

Conversation at work today:

Coworker: You know what my New Year's Resolution is going to be?
LC: What
Coworker: I'm going to pray that a guy will come into your life
LC:.....laughter

True Story

The Shower Post

So last night I was thinking of how proud I was about my post yesterday, and then the thought occurred to me, "What if people think you don't have a shower?"

I thought of this because I mentioned showering at Iggy's house. Well I do have a shower at my house, with warm running water.

The shower in question was due to an unforeseen incident that could have been prevented by better planning and following my end of the bargain in prayer.

That is all.

Dale and Anna

This is what I've titled my day and evening yesterday. It brings many fond memories. This post will shift gears a bit half way through, so hang on tight.

First, yesterday it was just my boss and me at work. She was talking about taking the office out for dinner for Christmas. She basically told me it was up to me whether we would go during the day for a nice lunch or go at dinner.

Why is this my choice? Being the only single person in the office, if we go to lunch, it will be me and the girls. If we go to dinner, it will be, me, the girls, and their husbands. Usually I don't mind being single, but for some reason, I feel like an outcast at work.

Here is how our last conversation at dinner went. (At least there weren't husbands there this time)

Boss: So LC are you dating anyone.
LC: No
Boss: Any potentials
LC: No
Boss: Where do you go to meet people?
LC: You know, here and there
...... a little later after dinner, walking on the streets of Philly.
Boss: Mitt Romney converted his wife. Maybe you need to find someone and convert them.

Geez! I get more pressure from my nonmember work people, then my member people. And if any of you reading don't understand what I mean by that. I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. We feel very strongly about marriage, and often times in our culture, young single adults talk a lot about marriage. Well for me, it's just the opposite.

Now going into second gear.

I was hanging out with my friend Iggy last night. First I'm grateful because she let me use her shower. I don't normally ask people to use their showers, this was a special case.

After showering we headed out for some grub. After picking out a pinata for Axel,we head to the Library of Congress.

You might ask what we were going there for. This quite frankly is none of your business. We had things to do you know.

So we get there, and find out the doors are locked. It seemed like all hope was lost, until we found this:


Can't tell what it is? Take a bit closer:



Clearly this say: LC and Congressional Staff. Once we realized I had access to the building, we let the guards know I was there, and we went about our business. We got many pictures inside, but if Big Brother were watching, I would be in big trouble, so we'll just leave it at that.

All in all it was a rousing good time. Bless you Dale and Anna Day! And I hope we can all have a Dale and Anna Day everyday!

*2nd have no fear I will get to my tags, and I'm sorry for the horrible photo quality.

Reflections

Last week, at lunch, my coworker, boss, and I were talking about about college, and the the conversation came to what we would do over again, and what classes we would take and which ones we wouldn't.

The conversation really got my mind thinking about life. It's so funny how hindsight is 20/20. I've been reflecting back to lots of moments in my life. I understand that I can't change the past, and I don't know that I would really want to. Things that have happened in my life have made me who I am today, the good and the bad. Though this is true, it's been running through my mind a lot. I've played back situations. I admit, I've done some pretty dumb things in my life, but there are some great things too. As I've contemplated over those dumb moments, I've realized that I don't think I would change any of them, except possibly one.

This moments has been one that will still haunt me occasionally, to this day. I don't think about it regularly, but when I do I wish I could do it all over again. I don't know if doing it all over again would change any of the course of events of my life (though if you watch Back to the Future, you will realize even these little things can change the future, especially if you see your past or future self. This will affect the Space Time Continuum.) It's quite possible that things could be different if this moment were to change, which is not what I really want to happen because as I said everything to this point has made me what and who I am. However, I would like to change that one moment.

I'm fully aware that I can't, but but it's nice to think that I would've done something different. Blast you hindsight and your 20/20 vision!

Update From Last Night's Post

So while I was in Sheetz last night, I was waiting for my sandwich. There was a group of father's with their young sons all ordering form the touch screens. (Typical father dinner)

I was observing the little boys, and they were discussing how great Sheetz was. You would've thought they were at a 5 star restaurant the way they were talking, commenting on how nice it is.

I just chuckled to myself, though I really did want to join in the conversation in total agreement.


*Side Note

It's kind of cold in our office today, and my boss is wearing her coat around, only she's wearing it around her shoulders so it looks like a long black cape. I walked past her, and it looked like a vampire standing in our office.

My Secret Love Affair

As I went through the week, last week, I came to the realization that I am in love. And not only am I in love, there are actually two that hold my affection. And today I present to you the top 10* reasons why I love each.

And what holds such a high place in my heart? Well if you must know....(you have to promise not to tell).....7-11 and Sheetz. I've always had a love for 7-11. In fact,it's part of the reason I could never live in Idaho permanently. There are no 7-11's! Now Sheetz, it's only been in the past year that I've realized my love for them, in fact it's probably in the last six or seven months.

Lets start with Sheetz:

10. The touch screen orders at the little food place
9. They are always so bright and big
8. They have delicious hot chocolate
7. They sell no bake cookies
6. The bread they use for their sandwiches
5. They have Pepsi slusie machines. (I've never actually had one, but Pepsi is my favorite soda)
4. The bathrooms are always clean and they have a promise of cleanliness in them. (note, they've at least been clean in the ones I've been in)
3. You can say the name and it sounds kind of like a swear word
2. The Sheetz gas truck. I love to imagine it's filled with milkshake.
1. Which brings me to my last point. Their milkshakes! They are delicious, and you get to make it yourself. What more can a girl ask for?

7-11:

10. The smell. I have fond memories of walking into a 7-11 as a child and smelling the store.
9. They always sell my favorite flavor of Naked Juice. So when I can't find it anywhere else, I can always count on 7-11
8. I one time went on their website to see how many were in my hometown. It was over 20. My favorite is the two 7-11's next to one another.
7. 7-11 hot dogs. I've always loved them, and sometimes I crave them
6. The free chili and cheese for hot dogs and tortilla chips.
5. Day laborers always stand out in front in the morning.
4. They too have yummy hot chocolate.
3. Cool cups to collect for various movies and promotions
2. The Big Gulp
1. And finally, THE SLURPEE!!!!! I'm pretty sure this is the greatest thing ever. The crazy part is, there is nothing like it. I've had slushies, and other imitations, but nothing is like a Slurpee.

*Neither list is in any particular order. Oh, except for #1 on each list. They take the cake. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get a sandwich at Sheetz.

Thought for the Day

My coworker had a baby back in June. In about a week she will be five months old. My coworker is usually the first point of contact when people call, so they often ask about how the baby is doing. I heard her tell someone the other day, she's a good girl.

I thought about this, and how many five month old babies do you know that are good? There's only so much trouble you can get into at that age. In my last stint at Compton, I did not notice any 5 month old babies. Maybe they keep them in a different set of cells. I don't know.

I was kind of amused by this comment, but I usually am by most things that come out of her mouth.

I welcome any thoughts on the behavioral status of a five month old.

Today I Did My Civic Duty and Got an Admirer

So I got up way too early for my liking this morning so I could make it over to the polls before work, otherwise I wasn't going to make it.

My hope was that because I got an earlier start, traffic would be kinder. Well, no such luck. Because of the rain, it was the same as usual. However, as I was driving, I noticed this car on my left. There was a guy leaning forward giving me the thumbs up sign. I smiled, and kept driving hoping to avoid him.

Now, it's starting to get colder, and so I have my heat on in the morning, but I still like my windows cracked. So I had the music going, windows down, and heat blasting. Then out of no where, the guy is on my left. He has his window down. He tells me I'm beautiful. I had to chuckle a bit and continue driving.

Needless to say, the rest of my ride involved trying to avoid this guy even if it meant having a huge gap between the me and the car in front of me. Though I've often thought if it weren't so creepy, traffic would be a great place to meet people.

So even if it was a bit creepy, it did make me feel good this morning, but I'm glad the man didn't try and follow me to work....

Feel Good Weekend

So these are some of the highlights of my weekend.

Friday night we had a Relief Society activity- I think it was a very good bonding experience for all of us, and I really enjoy spending time with everyone.

Saturday-Up at the crack of dawn for a YUMMY breakfast. Then we headed up to the DC Temple to help put up the Christmas lights. In all my years, I've never been up there to help. It was a rousing good time. My friend and I were in a group of people we didn't know. It turned out to be quite a bonding experience. After our set of lights did not work, we got the guy that was in charge. He basically told us that it was our fault, and this had never happened in the history of putting up the lights. Despite our circumstance, we had a good time. Who can complain about free lunch, listening to beautiful carols, and finding the nativity camel. (And believe me, as soon as I get a hold of those pictures, it's going up.)

Saturday afternoon I went to the Temple with a couple of girls from my ward.

Then that evening, I went for a run with my mother. I am now more comfortable with my ability to run the race in two and a half weeks.

Sunday-What a fantastic day! It was beautiful weather. Three four and half to five hours I was at church were really good. I really enjoyed them. And Sunday evening, I went with some of my family to the Temple Visitor's center to watch a fireside with the 5 Browns.

All in all, it was good weekend, and it's apt to be a good week as well. I've got a few things on tap that I'm really looking forward too.

Halloween Bandwagon

I wanted to jump on that wagon and tell about my Halloween. It's the in thing right now.

So I got home right as the sun was barely going down. This is a big milestone because very rarely do I get home and still have the joys of sunlight...well at least in the past few weeks.

So my friend's been training for a marathon. I too have been training, only for much smaller pursuits. In a few weeks I'm going to run a 5K with my mom and dad. This is kind of big deal for me because I've never run a race before.

So the days when I run, it's usually later at night around 9 or 10. I go running with my mom, and our neighborhood is set up in a way that allows it to be a makeshift track.

I got home on Halloween, with hopes that I would be able to run earlier. The night before, my mom and I ran at 7:00PM, and I loved this. Let me also add that running on Wednesday is always more difficult because my mom go plays basketball and doesn't go running, and it's not so safe for me to be skipping around the neighborhood alone at night. In my head I thought this would be the perfect night because the place would be filled with people.

So that's what I did. Also, take in mind I like my night running because no one can see me. But I let go of my issues and just ran my little heart out. I was as much as neighborhood attraction as anything else. It was a rousing good time. One man in a wolf man mask even came running with me for a bit. He was a bit creepy, but harmless....I hope.

After the run, I sat and gave out candy with my little brother. Our Chinese next door neighbors gave us some strange cupcakes and moon pies. (They're always giving us weird things)

Then the night just got a little strange. A hay ride came through down our street. (Hay rides are not a regular occurrence on my street) My mom and I were pretty sure they were some sort of recruiting group trying to get children to join their group named "Children of the Corn." I will have to explain this part at another time.

And my favorite part of the evening was the two people sitting across the street. They were not giving out candy, but sitting there with a bottle in a bag between the two of them, drinking. As people came to their house, they would shout we don't have any candy. Maybe next year I will sit out drunk on the porch telling people that we don't have any candy, but I thought I would sit out here to make people think I had candy.....yeah that's what I'll do.

Remembering Jorge Arbol and the Rice Days

So today my memory flashed back to two incidents in college. They both were separate from each other, but each brought a smile to my face. It's strange because I haven't thought of these in years, and they both occurred my sophomore year in college, which happens to be my best year.

The first will call the Rice Days.

I remember that we ate a lot of rice that year. We were a pretty close group of roommates, and often ate dinner together. Now the way I learned to cook rice, you always add butter to the rice and water. This is even what it says on the directions. I know you don't HAVE to, but it does say to do it.

Well anytime I made the rice, two of my roommates (they were twins) would always tell me how good it was and wanted to know what I did to it. The twins didn't add butter to their rice, and this was the reason for the difference in taste. It amused me because they had never even heard of adding butter.

It makes me chuckle just thinking about.

The second story occurred in December of my sophomore year. Some of my roommates were on a date and were at our apartment. I went to dinner with another roommate and a friend. Afterwards we decided to by a Christmas tree at the lot right next door to our complex. We decided to doorbell ditch the tree at our apartment. My roommate answered the door, and really thougt someone had left a tree. I don't know if it's one of those things you had to be there for or just know my roommate, but when I remembered it at lunch today, I really had to control myself from busting out in laughter, or my boss and coworker might think me crazy. We loved that tree, and named him Jorge Arbol. It brought joy to the world as well as peace on earth and good will to men...

It really was a good year. I love feeling nostalgic!

Well You Certainly Clean Up Well

I'm including some pictures to illustrate an incident that occurred the night before they were taken. I've noticed that I tend to look better on the weekends, and I think other people have started to notice that.











Notice that I look pretty dang good in these pictures. So I have to laugh at that because the night before I went to a function where I looked even nicer, and a friend came up to me, and he said, "Laura I've never seen you look so pretty."

Oh ye of little faith. I'm sure people worry about my presentation sometimes, but rest assure, when needed, I can play the part.

Airing My Grievances

I have an issue that I've had a problem with for a while:

My coworker when ever she says thank you, actually says spank you.

At 28, I don't think you should ever be saying this, let alone in the workplace.

Oh, and also, I hate Halloween, but love everything else about fall. I've been kind of sad because this Fall hasn't really been Fall. I realized for the one day in these past few months that Fall is really my favorite season. I love everything that is Fall. In risk of sounding too sentimental, I will not go into my reasoning, but just know it's makes me so happy. And now that I've written the word Fall so many times, it feels like it's not a word anymore.

And Iggy and Gnome, I am completely aware that you both wrote about the weather today. It reminded me that I've wanted to blog about Fall. I wish I could say I didn't read them.

Blast From the Past

So there I was sitting in the Salt Lake Airport, minding my own business. I decide to check my email, and I there in my inbox was an email from an old friend.

Rewind:

I dated this guy in college, and after the break-up things were ugly...very ugly. I It involved two ex girlfriends, and the new one that eventually became the wife. Needless to say, the new girl hated my guts, but me and girlfriend #1 (I'm #2 in the story) became pretty good friends. (This was a partial cause of the ugliness)

Anyway, boyfriend and new girl got married, and just a few months later girlfriend #1 got married. I hadn't heard from her since.

Well yesterday, I got an email from her wanting to know how life was. Her email promised updates on boyfriend. I'm very excited about this, as I often wonder where BF is at and what he's up to. (All of the other actors in this play are Idahoans, and live near each other). I cannot wait to hear from GF #1.

Blogger Without a Cause

So, it's been a while since I've written. There are many hours spent of my day thinking of amazing topics to write about on here. Sadly, I never take the time to do it. It's doesn't take a long time, but it's something I don't do much.

So many people do a good job with their blogs, and I feel as though I am able to keep up with their lives through their blog. Unfortunately, this is not the case with me. I could go missing on the face of the planet, and my blog readers would never know. (Though I have the sinking suspicion that there are actually only 4 or 5 readers out there...that's okay.)

Anyway, the past three weeks, I've been on various trips, gallivanting across the United States. It's been wonderful. I don't want to return to the real world. In fact, I'm still on one of those trips now. I want to try and be a better blog writer when I return.

As I sit here, I cannot think of any of the topics I've previously thought about, so I will just include some pictures, from my New York trip, last weekend.



(Riding the elevator in our hotel. We stayed at the Marriott Marquis in Times Square.)




(Riding the escalator in Macy's.... I just realized that both of these pictures are on forms of transportation that will get you up and down. ha ha)

Must See TV

NBC did not disappoint me. I watched the premier of The Office last night. I laughed, I cried, it was everything I could've hoped for. It reconfirmed to me why it's my favorite show. My mom heard, that you shouldn't miss the first two minutes, and it was true. So as not to ruin it, all I will say is it contains a scene that to me is good comedy and makes me laugh anytime I see it in a show or movie. It is my favorite scene in the movie Elf.

I'm so glad it's taped because I'm sure I will watch it again this weekend. And for those of you that missed it, it is available on NBC's website.

The Day Has Come

I used to have a long list of show that I watched. These days, it's not so many. I don't usually have a lot of time, or take the time to watch much TV. However, there are a few that I hold near and dear.

It is The Office. I am in LOVE with this show! And tonight it has it's Season 4 Premiere. You have no idea how excited I am. This show brings so much laughter and joy to my heart. Just hearing the theme songs makes me so happy.

That's My Boy!

Congratulations James on your Emmy win Sunday night. I'm glad you beat out that James Gandalfino guy. Although I would watch your back from now on. Those mafia guys are tough.

You Will Be Missed.

This weekend I lost a near and dear friend to me. We've been friends for a while now, and we were pretty much inseparable. I can't even describe to you the feelings I had when I knew my friend was gone. The pain was just too much. I am doing much better now, but I still miss my friend.

When The Boss Is Away The Employees Will....Get Really Frustrated?

Sometimes when my boss is not here, I just want to shoot myself. I know it's my lack of patience, but sometimes I feel like the only voice of reason in the office. All hell usually breaks loose when she is gone. I'm much like Jim from the Office: The Voice of Reason. I keep it all together.




And in other related news, my nine year old brother told me that if I met Andy from the Office, he would probably want to date me.




Well Andy, if we ever do meet. I do not want to date. You are a dork.

Magic Post

This is the post where I use my magic powers and make the post "I amuse myself" disappear. It will be like you never read it, and then my desire to become a spy will come true.

Thank you Iggy for helping me realize that telling these kinds of dreams eliminate their chance of coming true.

I don't make the rules.

There are rules in life that govern traffic. I'm not sure why this is so, but it's set in stone and oh so very true.

Yesterday and today I discovered two of these rules.

1. If you leave your house ten minutes late you, will get to work 30 minutes late.

2. If you leave your house ten minutes early, you will get to work 30 minutes early.

Sometimes I really amuse myself.

Two things that I just found really funny.

1. Our front desk person rang my phone to let me know someone was ready for an interview. I sighed into the phone because I didn't really want to do it. Funny part, she had me on speaker....oops

2. I was sitting in a meeting with my boss this morning, and going through my head was something like this, "I think it would be really cool to be a spy. How can I become a spy? Maybe I will get into intelligence. Yeah, I want to be a spy."

One Year Anniversary

Yesterday was a big milestone. It was a year to my start date with Subway. I was very reflective in how my life has changed over the past year, and how I am definitley different in some ways, but this post is not going to be those things. I just wanted to say how I celebrated it.

I was supposed to meet a friend yesterday for lunch, but they were stuck in a meeting, so I got stood up. We were supposed to eat at Subway, so I still ate there anyway.

The best part. It is the Subway right next to my old office building. So I got my lunch, and walked over and ate at the bench right across from my old boss' office. The building has tinted windows, so there was no way of knowing if they could see me or not, but I felt like I was doing something daring and brave....

We All Live in a Yellow Submarine*

*Warning: This post has nothing to do with the Beatles, Ringo, or the color yellow.

So growing up American, I have had my fair share of fast food. There are some places that I had more than others. They were cheaper, faster, and easier. So some fast food restaurants were viewed more as a treat. They were the ones that I only had on special occasions. The one that comes to my mind is Subway.

Subway was something that I probably didn't even know about until I was older, and then it was something that I maybe had two times a year at most. It was more expensive, and it was something we didn't have very often.

Even when I got to college, and at one point there were about 3 Subways in our town (It's a small town), I didn't have it very often. I once worked in a call center in college and it was above a Subway. It always smelled like fresh bread in that call center and for years I associated Subway with Western Wats. While working at Western Wats I had Subway only one time.

Fast forward to the year 2006. I had been out of college for a little over a year. I was looking for another job, as my first job was a nightmare. I had been interviewing, and I landed a job as an Operations Analyst for the Subway Development Corporation of Washington. For those of you not familiar with the way Subway runs, here is a quick run down. Subways are franchised. There is a headquarters in Milton, Connecticut. There are regions called Development Area. There the Development Agent helps franchisees with all areas of operation.

This is where I came in. I was assigned so many stores and had to go in each month and inspect my stores, help with marketing, finances, etc.

So on September 5, 2006 (A year ago next Wednesday) I started as a Operations Analyst for Subway. The first leg of training was actually working in a store and learning the ropes, for a week.

Then they sent us off to Subway school. So my two coworkers and I headed up to Milton, Connecticut for two weeks for intense training. We spent anywhere from 8 to 10 hour days in a classroom and/or a store training. We only had one day off, in which I slept the entire day. I've never had so much information crammed down my throat in my life. To give you an idea of how intense. Everything is done by computers, but Subway wanted to make sure you knew how to do it all by hand, so we looked at inventory pages, and financial sheets, and blah blah blah....

After two long weeks, an excellent pillow fort made on my king size bed every night because I had a thousand pillows and rubbing elbows with hopeful franchisees, I graduated top of my class and I am now certified to run a Sandwich Shop.

So what is my point you make ask? Well as I said. I didn't have Subway very often.

Well from the moment I started training, it's when it all began. The store I first trained in for 4 days, let me eat sandwiches. Then in Connecticut, it got worse. Subway HQ feeds their employees lunch for free, everyday. The menu, an all you can eat sandwich bar with every topping imaginable. (Luckily they did throw in a change of choice every once in a while, meaning, sometimes they added rice). So we had Subway everyday there as well as in our training store.

Then I came back to Virginia, and started my work. For the next 2 1/2 months I spent almost everyday in at least one Subway. Now these owners in hopes of good evaluations or just kind heartedness were forever offering free food. Now I'm one who likes free things, so I would have a sandwich, sometimes more depending on my mood. (By more I mean chips, drink, cookie. I didn't mean more than one sandwich)

I never got tired of this. There was enough variety to switch it up. Unfortunately I hated the job and left in the middle of December. It was not my cup of tea.

A few months later, I realized my disdain for Subway restaurants. I couldn't even go near one. The smell made me sick, and the thought of eating there made me want to gouge my eyes out. So I took a six month hiatus.

Well my friends, yesterday I was buying lunch for one of my employees (I know work at a staffing firm),and she wanted Subway. I decided to take the plunge, and have a sandwich. And believe or not, I was actually able to stomach it.

What did I get you may ask?




Why the Sweet Onion Teriyaki of course.

My only regret is that I never tried enough of the choices while they were free.

This too makes me very sad.

http://www.mtv.com/movies/news/articles/1568482/story.jhtml

Bad news.....

This morning I found out some terrible news. My insurance does not cover wigs...

Name that Tune

Have you ever heard a song on the radio and kind of liked it, only to have it overplayed. This is how I feel about the following song.



It's kind of catchy, and entertaining, but not when they play it on every single station. It really got me when it was on 97.1 WASH FM. For those of you not familiar with this station, it's where you turn when you want to hear Celine Dione's "My Heart Will Go On" or "Here and Now" by Luther Vandross. It's not where you play songs by The Plain White T's.

On my way to work today, I must have heard at least three times on three different stations! I thought I was going to go insane. I did have the thought that maybe it was my fault. If I weren't so ADD, I would just leave it on one station instead of switching stations and putting in about four different CD's on my drive to work. (my commute was only about a half hour this morning) Either way, it's still annoying, and I would like control of the airwaves to end this problem.

Just another day in the life of me.

So as a staffing consultant, I get to meet a lot of people. I personally have interviewed well over 100 people, and this is just in person. I can't even count how many people I've interviewed over the phone. Because of this, I get to converse with some interesting people. I decided I need to start posting some of these stories.

Today's story just about a young naive girl. She is currently making 30K. She told me that she wants to make 40-45K. I thought, "Poor stupid girl. No one is going to pay you that with your experience." Some people just don't get it.

Self Discovery

The older I get the more I learn about myself. I was talking to a friend a few weeks ago, and they made a comment that made me think. They said that I don't trust new people. After thinking about this and asking the person what they meant, I realized it's true. I don't do very well with new people, not that I'm not friendly to them, but I don't really let them into my circle.

So as I thought about this, I realized that once I trust a person, I let them in whole heartedly. I am pretty free with things that I will tell them, which can be a dangerous thing. Although I also have different levels of trust. Some people I will definitley share with more than others, but they have earned it.

Now on the flipside I've realized lately, once a person's done something to lose that trust it's very hard to get it back.

Maybe I'm a jerk, but that's me.

I don't get it.

I work in the staffing industry, and I help find people jobs. Above is what we call an I9. It proves that a person is eligible to work in the United States. I have filled countless numbers of the forms out. On the back there are several different documents that will prove your identity and your eligibility. The past couple of days I've been thinking about one in particular. It is known as the Permanent Resident card. First off, the pictures on there always look ridiculous. I can't really describe it; you would have to see it. But here is the part that gets me. I write down the document title, issuing authority, and the number. Then I write down the expiration date.

So what I don't get. If it's a Permanent Resident Card, why is there an expiration date?

Algebra II is a little more complicated.

Thursday+ Lack of sleep + One of your best friends moving + Stress = Feeling sick to your stomach and lots of tears.

Factors I learned in Algebra.

Monday + Head Cold + Good Weekend = Unproductive Day

My fear

So I was thinking today that I have a fear of having ugly children. I know someone that recently had a baby, and I don't think the baby's that cute. Mom is so proud though. I wouldn't dare be a jerk and tell her what I thought, but I would hate to think that my baby was not so good looking, and everyone thought "Oh wow, that's an ugly baby!"

Bring it Tyra!

So I'm feeling pretty cute today, in my new shirt from Old Navy, and my cute shoes I got during VA's tax free weekend. And to top it off, I'm having a fantastic hair day!


So as I made my umpteenth trip to the restroom, I felt a hint of super model walk in my strut as I made my way down the hall.

Drip Drip Drop....

So lately I've been trying to get my daily intake of water. That's a whole 64oz. I'm proud to say that I've been doing it. With this new goal comes consequence. Anyone that knows me, knows I am constantly going to the bathroom. Well imagine that times 10. I literally go to the bathroom at least 5 times, just while I'm at work. Some days it's more! I hate this. Luckily my boss has never said anything, but I'm sure she questions whether or not I really have to go.

To show you how bad it is, here is an example. Sometimes I like to switch it up, and I will use the restroom on the 3rd floor instead of our 2nd floor. Well I went, and then left the restroom. As soon as I walked out, I had to go again! Someone was still in there, so instead of making a fool of myself, I creeped down to 2nd floor and went again.

I just realized that this is all too much information, but I had to get it out.

Kenny, you take me back...

Kenny Cheney has a song called I Go Back; in it he says the line"



We all have a song that some how stamped our lives
Takes us to another place and time


I have thought about that line often and how true it is. I find in my life it doesn't necessarily take me to a place in time. Instead, I find that different songs take me to different people. So I made a list of songs and the people they remind me of. Every time I hear these songs, I am reminded of the people who have or are currently in my life.


Hero-Hot Dan

When You Say Nothing At All-Kole

My Baby and The Christmas Shoes –Elsie

The Way You Make Me Feel-Katrina's dad

Taking it Home -Matt

More Than a Feeling-Jason

Bad Day-Melanie

Check Yes or No-Nathan

Sailing Away-Janae and Elsie

Lady in Red-Greg

All I Ask of You-Grant

Wash that Man Right Out of my Hair-Silvia

My Hips Don't Lie-Luisa

Pachabel's Canon-Stefanee

YMCA-Lauren, Lauren, Stephanie, Sarah, Marcelle

Bohemian Rhapsody and Cheeseburger in Paradise-Lauren

I Want it That Way-Carter

Seasons of Love-Lauren and Lauren and Tommy

I Need to Know-Guitar Boy

What about Love and All Out of Love-Elissa

Lucky-Scott and Jeremy

Duke of Earl-Christina


There really are a whole lot more, but it fear of boring you, I won't. I will say that I am going to see Kenny in concert at the end of this month, and he better sing my song.

Ribbit!

I used to be somewhat of a picky eater. I wouldn’t try anything new. I kind of just stuck to what I knew. I’ve noticed that in the last year, I’ve shed that habit. I am more willing to try new things and open myself up to a world of options. The surprising part is I’ve actually liked a lot of what I’ve eaten. I’ve come to the point where I will try almost anything at least once.

So about a month ago, I was at a restaurant in Reston. I was going to order the frog legs and was quite excited. Well as it turns out, they were out of frog legs. I was very disappointed. Then this past Monday I was telling someone this story and how I am willing to try most things. Well last night, I went to dinner with the boss and her husband, and the temp and her husband, and much to my surprise, frog legs were on the menu! I was so excited, but very nervous that I would be disappointed again. When the waiter came, I timidly ordered fully expected him to say no. I was wrong. They had them! I got to taste my first ever frog legs.

After I was finished I was so excited, and wanting to share in my joy sent a MASS text. As people were replying I was very amused by the varying responses, and I thought I would post them all anonymously today*.

-I pity the next man to kiss you!
-Where?! I ate some in Thailand!
-Yuk!
-Taste like chicken?
-Eww! Nasty!!
-What? That’s amazing! Why would you do that to yourself? Poor frog.
-Congratulations!
-Good for you. How did they taste?
-Yuck!
-Nice well you are well diverse in French cuisine now
-Just like Scott
-Yummy
-Nice! Was it like Chicken?
-Ah rabbit!
-Gross! Why?
-Hmm that don’t sound good to me. Steak for me.
-Are you being adventurous?
-Haha good job! Tasty?
-Taste like seaweed and chicken huh?
-Boney?
-What are you a black person from the south now?
-Frog legs are a common snack food. Next try eel backbones
-Frog legs That’s awesome!
-Did it taste like chicken?
-Yummy! Save some for me : )
-Yay! What an accomplishment!
-I can’t believe you ate frog legs? Yuck….
*Some of these were from the same people after a response was given.




And my synopsis, yes they did taste like chicken, with a slight hint of fish, or as one responder said, “seaweed”. Would I eat them again? Yes, they were delicious!

Happy Birthday Queen of England

Yes I know that this is JK Rowling, but lets face it she is the real Queen of England. Has Lizzie ever produced such fabulous writing? Does she have as much dough as my girl JK? To these questions, I say "NO!". So lets all take a day to remember our real Queen on this day as we celebrate her 42nd year.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

(Now when you watch this video, please imagine JK there and not Lizzie.)

Given the chance, I could probably solve all the world's problems

So about month ago, I was leaving work. I had to be somewhere, but also had two errands to run in between. I quickly realized that I was not going to be able to do both. So I was caught between a rock and a hard place, a catch-22...

I had to choose between picking up some food for dinner or going to Best Buy to find the CD I had been looking for. Now I know what you are think, "but Laura, no one buys CDs anymore. In this age of MP3 players, IPODs, IPHONE, etc. Well my friend, I do not own any of these, therefore I do still dabble in the art of purchasing CD's.)

Anyway, I decided to go with the CD. As I was at Best Buy, I had an ingenious idea. What do people love? Food and electronics. If Best Buy were to offer a cafe, it could solve a lot of problems. It's a match made in heaven! I'm sure you're thinking that it could cause a lot of damage, but given the proper boundaries, I'm sure it would work.

So I submit to you today that we all petition for a cafe in all Best Buys. It's worked for Border's and Barns and Noble.

My vent

Okay so my co-workers have told me a lot lately of why I'm still single. Instead of venting on that, I want to write about an issue that I feel is discrimination in the workplace.

To give you some background, I am in an office of four women.(Although one is a temp). I am the only one of these ladies without a spouse. That too is not my complaint. My complaint is when it comes to getting personal calls. I don't really get any on the work phone because I don't give out my work number, but all three of the other ladies always get calls from their husbands (granted, my boss is included here, and she owns the business, so she can do as she pleases.) Anyway, I feel that if I were getting personal calls all the tim, I might get in trouble. So because I have not been as successful in some areas of life as they have, should I be denied some of the same privileges? I think it's not fair!

And oh yeam, I feel the same way about smokers. Smokers always get more smoke breaks.

It will be mine, oh yes it will be mine.

My top three

Hello world! No I did not die. I am back and ready to blog. I've had plenty of ideas in my head, I just haven't taken the time to sit down and write them.

Last night I've come to the realization that there are 3 things that really help me relieve stress, and I am here to say, that I accomplished all three in one night.

1.Shopping- When this occurs, I pretty much will buy whatever falls into the cart, but it feels pretty darn empowering to think that you can buy whatever your heart desires and not care about anything else.



2. Playing Basketball- This used to be a stress causer for me. Due to my competitive nature, activities like this got me really riled up. Last night it felt so good to play. I haven't played in months, and while I couldn't hit anything to save my life, it felt good to be on the court again.



3. Driving with the windows down, and the volume up- There are few things in this world that give me energy like this. I highly recommend this activity. All of your worries go away when you are at this point. And to make it even better, I listened to a song that brings joy to my heart and many fond memories, and now I share it with you. (I dedicate this to Elissa, Elsie, and Katrina)




And because of these three things, for a few hours last night, I was able to forget my stress and all the things on my mind and just enjoy.

Conversation at work

Me: I think she has a girl crush on me
Coworker: I think she's lesbian
Me: (shiver in a creeped out manner)
Coworker: There are two kinds of Lesbians, pretty lesbians, and rambo lesbians.

There you have it

Pretty


and

Rambo.......

For a blog called Laura explains it all, I sure have a lot of questions.

So I have another question that wanders the halls of my mind everytime I'm in the car and hear either two of the following songs.

Wasted by Carrie Underwood.
Before he Cheats by Carrie Underwood.

Let me give you some lyrics, and then I will give you my quandry.

(From Wasted)
I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waitin' to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
Wasted


(From Before he cheats)
I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats.
I took a louisville slugger to both head lights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires.

So these two songs seem to be very conflicting. Don't get me wrong, carving my name in someone's seats, and crushing their head lights sounds very empowering, but don't you thinking it's living life a little jaded?

Carrie, I wish you would make up your mind.

Enrique has a new song

Can anyone tell me why all of Enrique Iglesias' songs sound the same?

Such a Copycat

I'm not sure why I'm doing this other than, I need to do a new blog, and I'm too tired to write my own stuff right now.

Four jobs I have had in my life -
1. Paper Girl
2. Cook
3. TOYS "R" US Guru.
4. Staffing Consultant

Four movies I watch over and over again -
1. The Best Two Years
2. The Wizard of Oz
3. Stomp the Yard
4. Coach Carter

Four places I have lived -
1. Virginia
2. Rexburg, ID
3. Denver, CO
4. Aurora, CO

Four television shows I watch -(This is when I acutally sit down and watch TV, and I don't do it as much as I would like to.)
1. Gilmore Girls
2. Boston Legal
3. Lost
4. The Hills

Four places I have gone on vacation -
1. Disney World and Land
2. The Outerbanks
3. NYC
4. Atlanta

Four websites I visit daily -
1. my.expresspersonnel.com
2. Careerbuilder.com
3. Gmail
4. MySpace

Four of my favorite foods -
1. Cereal
2. Ice Cream
3. Grapes and Apricots
4. French Fries

Four places I'd rather be right now -
1.Bed
2. Kings Dominion
3. Elissa's house.
4. Vegas

Five people I tag -
No One

The truth will set you free

Yesterday, I played a game called two truths and a lie. In the game you tell two true things about yourself and one lie. It is the other players job to guess which one is the lie.

Here was my list:

1. I once slid down the side of the Lincoln Memorial
2. I am half-black
3. I once owned stock in TOYS "R" US

Only one person guessed the lie! It made my night knowing that I tricked them. Ha ha ha!

Here comes the bride....

Well it's official. I have found my one true love, the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know it seems so sudden and quick, but like I always say, when you know, you know.

We are thinking of a March wedding. I know that seems like a long time from now, but we really need to make sure the divorce is final. Some might say, "Oh my! A married man!" It's okay, I know he really loves me.

It came as a surprise to me, yesterday. I was talking to my roommate and discussing boys. She hasn't been very impressed with my boy selection thus far and felt there needed to be an intervention. It was at that moment that she told me who I needed to be with, and like a light bursting forth showering with inspiration, I knew then and there who I needed to be with.

Ladies and Gents, I present to you Jesse James, American bad boy.




Now that I see the light, I realize what I've been missing. As soon as Sandra is out of the picture I plan to ride with Jesse on his chopper into the sunset.

We want Elvira!!!!

So I seriously just had one of the weirdest conversations in my life. I was telling my co-worker about a restaurant a friend told me about. Before I finish with this thought, I must tell you my friend's experience with this place of business.

Now before I quote my dear friend, you must know that besides his sister, he is the nicest most spiritual person I know.


The real funny part was when my boss was telling me about the place. "Hey Al, when we go back to that job in DC in a few days I'm treating all of you to lunch at this restaurant in Alexandria. I want you to be there."

Then he described the dancers and told a little more about the place, and then started trying to defend the place, without me having said anything. "There's no reason why you can't be there. It's not like they do lap dancing or anything inappropriate like that.""It's not what you think. This is an upscale, gentlemen’s restaurant. A classy place."

I never even said anything. After that the conversation moved to something else. A few days later when the subject was brought up, he said, "Alan won't go to that place." Then somebody was upset, because I cheated them out of a free meal a very rare occurrence. I never even said anything.

So much for standing up for my principles.

Big Al it's okay. You obviously at one point stood up for your principles, and he knows better.

Anyway, back to my actual topic. So I'm telling my coworker about these websites. I am trying to describe the restaurant, and she asks me if I've been to a strip club.

I of course, in horror, said no. She then proceeded to tell me that after she got married, she made her husband take her to one. She wanted to see what all the fuss was about. She was able to view what goes on there, and she no longer worries if her husband tells he's going to a strip joint with the boys.

I couldn't even believe what I was hearing. The best part came as she was leaving my office. She told me that I too should go to a strip joint went I got married, and I should take my husband.

When I woke up this morning, I never would have imagined the conversation I would be having. Maybe I should have just told her about the Joseph Smith movie, instead.

My new life motto

I believe a _________(insert whatever it is that applies to your life at the moment IE resume, blog, relationship, speech, etc. ) should be like a sexy, short skirt: long enough to cover bare essentials, interesting enough to spike curiosity and short enough to leave scope for thought......

Thank you to Shailja Dutt for this inspiring quote!

A look into my thought process

Today, I was picking up Japanese food for my co-worker and I at lunch. This is and of itself was a nightmare, but I choose to look past that.

Anyway, after that I was standing inside Dunkin Donuts watching people order. Two different people ordered just coffee. Here was my thought process.....

Laura thought #1: Who comes to Dunkin Donuts to order coffee?

Then

Laura thought #2: Laura, you're hear to buy juice.

Thinking about this later on in the day, I was reminded of the phrase, "People who live in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones (or rocks, whatever your pleasure.)

Laura thought #3: Why don't we ever say, people who live in rock houses shouldn't throw glass.

I think this would be worse. Can you imagine the glass shards?

My worst side

There are certain times in life when my worst side comes out, and I just don't look my best.

Three events, in particular, really stick out at this point.
1) Basketball
2)Driving
3)Playing Cranium

Nothing gets my blood pressure going like these three things do. Now in my defense, it's not every time I'm participating in these activities, but every once in a while I'm set off. I admit; it's a weakness of mine, but I'm working on it.

Well, when I get like that while driving, or I feel like I'm getting to worldly, I have a remedy. I play church music.

A few weeks ago, I was thinking about this solution, and the brilliant thought came to me. If I just listen to church music while playing Cranium or basketball, I would be a much calmer person.

Problem solved.

Confession

Today I was driving home from work. I had the windows down a bit for some fresh air. I was at a red light, and flipping through the stations. On our very own 97.1 was My Heart Will Go On: by Celine Dion. I put the windows up, pumped up the volume, and sang my little heart out.

True Story.

Complete Copy Cat

Okay, so why can't I just write my own material? The other day I post a video, in which I feel like a toal copy cat. Now I am about to post another video. I'm sensing a pattern here. I suppose next I'll write about the wonderful weather we're having, and then I will write about my commitment issuses. In my defense, I did have a blog in between my two videos.

Now this is all besides the point. I would like to direct your attention to this little gem I found on YouTube today.

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I have recently realized that I am in love with James Spader. This is a big discovery, and here is why. Growing up, I thought James Spader was a jerk. Every movie I know of him being in, he's played a butthead.

It all started to change last year. I was introduced to Boston Legal. My life was never the same again. I have grown a great fondness for William Shatner and developed a love for James Spader.

Sure James is 23 years older than me, twice my age in fact, but if ever I was to marry a man that much older, it would be James Spader.

So imagine how excited I was to find this tribute to him, today. The video seems to have no purpose other than I get to look at him for 2 minutes and fifty-four seconds. I watched it about a million times today. At not only does it have James Spader, there is a little sprinkle of John Cusack. It made my Friday much more bearable.

Okay, so I've been sitting here for like 20 minutes not knowing how to wrap this thing up, so I am going to leave you with a clip from Boston Legal. While, it's not one of my favorite clips, it does give a shout out to Scientology.

And the winner is...

Well my friends, I've been going through a phase where I try new things and accomplish goals. In an attempt to be something since graduating college, I have decided to join a group. They tell you its good for you to join clubs and do group activities, so I am going to try it out.

Tuesday night, I went to my first meeting of Toastmasters. Yes my friends, I said Toastmasters. As a Toastmaster, I am going to learn to be the world's greatest speaker.

How do I know that, you ask? This is how the meeting went. People give some prepared speeches....eat snacks...then table topics. Table topics is a way to get members better at impromptu speeches. They give you a topic, and they have to stand and speak for a certain amount of time. Because I was a guest, I didn't have to, but they gave me the option. I took the challenge and did a fantastic job. At the end they voted on various things, and I won best table topic speech. Yes, Me, I won!!!! And I won my very own ribbon.



If you'll notice the white ribbon on the right, yes that's ribbon I now own. I won a ribbon, and I'm not even an official member yet.

So back to being the best speaker in the world. As a Toastmaster, you have the ability to qualify for various competitions, which can lead all the way up to an international level. My goal is to make it that far, and thus be crowned the world's greatest speaker.

Maybe they will let me wear the red jacket like my buddy Ken.

I want to post a video too...

So I haven't written in forever, and I have a myriad of blog topics, but no time to do them. So today I write this quick blog, and put a video on here. The reason for this is two fold:

1. I feel more technologically savvy by having one here.

2. There is a guy in a pink bunny costume in the video, and it's the second video I've seen in two weeks with some person in a costume. In both cases, it makes no sense, but I think it's cool anyway. I propose that all music videos from here on out have some sort of person dressed up in a mascot or plushie costume. If that were the case, I would watch a lot more music videos. So the next time your watching a Jay-Z or Martina McBride video, imagine someone dressed up in a pink bunny costume, or really the costume of your choice.

So on that note, please enjoy the debut presentation of the first video on my blog.

I present: My Favorite Accident, by Motion City Soundtrack

What happened to Mario Kart?

So growing up as the only girl in my house, I've spent a lot of times with the boys. Don't get me wrong, I'm down with Barbies and Polly Polly Pocket, but when you mention the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or Ghostbusters, I think about the proton pack that I always wanted and never got, but lets not talk about the toys that I never got, it only brings up painful memories.


(not the actual proton pack, just merely a picture of a Bill Murray doll with a proton pack)

As I was saying, I can roll with the boys. However, the one thing that I've never really been able to jump onto was the video game scene. My brothers have more game consoles then I care to even think about. I don't understand the point of most video games.

Sure I'm a fan of the original Mario or Mario 3. Really all things original Nintendo are good games in my book. Then there is the exception. MarioKart, originally for the Nintendo 64, and now available on the GameCube and various other Nintendo consoles. It is a popular one in my house, so popular that even my mom loves it. She take any opportunity she can to play this game. Whenever I can't find her, I know exactly where to look.

Well recently a new game has snuck its way into our house, and has taken over as a favorite in the eyes of my brothers. To them, it's the greatest game ever. You readers may have heard of it. It's called Guitar Hero. A game that I completely stink at. I think the most amusing part is they actually think they are guitar players because they can play, but that's why I love them.

Well like I said, MarioKart is my mom's game. Well imagine my surprise when I was home a few weeks ago. I went upstairs to go to bed, and my mom was playing Guitar Hero, in the dark, at one in the morning!!!!!!!

What has this world come to? Everything I've ever known, has been completely turned inside out and upside down. My mom, too, has joined this crazy trend!

I'm not sure what to believe anymore...

The greatest invention EVER!

On Saturday, I found the greatest inventions ever. What is it, you ask?

AN IPOD VENDING MACHINE!!!!!!!!!

Whoo Hoo!!! It made me so happy.

It goes as follows.

1. Push buttons on touch screen and select your IPOD of choice, or various other small electronic gadgets
2. Proceed to checkout, and slide that plastic.
3. Little mechanical basket comes and drops the IPOD in, moves it over and there you have your own brand spankin' new IPOD.

You ask: Where can I find a such a gem?

The men's department 2nd floor at the Macy's in Tyson's corner.

The End

In the Zone

Two posts in one day? Crazy, I know.

So I wanted to write about a theory I've been told about. Not really sure what my real thoughts on this theory are, but I thought I would just write about it, regardless of whether or not it's a proven fact.

So as we grow up, things we once knew change. When we were little boys and girls were all equal. As we grew from childhood to adolescence, we began to notice that members of the opposite sex, really are different. Other than the obvious physical differences, we also saw that men and women have completely different character traits. Well that difference and that innate desire for companionship draws us to want to know them more, and then maybe even date, court, and dare I say marry.

Now, before you get to drawing any conclusions, this is not about me wanting to date or needing to get married, because I am not so desperate as to plea to my adoring fans on my blog. This is all just observation and thoughts in my head.

So back to the point. When we start to become friends with members of the opposite sex, all the rules change. They just don't roll the same way. Friendships with members of the opposite sex can lead to so many more possibilities.

So this leads me to the theory spoken of earlier in the post.

THE FRIEND ZONE.



In this crazy world of guys and girls, you have the opportunity of dating. It is my personal belief that you should become friends with a person before deciding to jump into a relationship with them. If you aren't friends, how will anything last? So some people have suggested that when you become to good of friends with a person, you are crossing an invisible line into "The Friend Zone". Once you've crossed that line, there is no turning back.

In the past, I've been accused of entering this zone and hence have had this on my mind.

So my questions, for you, are:
Does "The Friend Zone" really exist?
If so, at what point, do you enter it?
and lastly,
It is possible to get out of it?

Signed-inquisitive mind

Interviewing 101

How not to interview:

1. Do no come in all snotty and uninterested. Don't look all over the place during the interview, slouched in your chair, never looking at the interviewee.

2. When your phone goes off in the middle of the interview, do not answer it.

3. When you do decide to answer phone, don't leave to the restroom,come back, walk into an office that you have no right being in, and then talk on the phone for 10 minutes.

4. Don't tell the interviewee you didn't think the interview was going to take as long as it did.

These are four short tips, but I really believe if you follow them, you will have a better chance of landing a job.

IPOD, more like IBLOG

Okay, so my title, this has been bothering me all day. It's what has prevented me from posting this bad boy any earlier. So what I'm saying is it's the best I've got.

That being said. I was rather disappointed today.

Lets take it back to say, last month. I had to get my car inspected. Well it did not pass because I needed two new front tires. When I went to get those new tires, the guys at Costco told me that I needed 4 new tires, not 2. Well I knew it was their little plot to get me to spend more money, so I did not give in to their little scheme. I took the car back, and it passed inspection.

Well last night I noticed my tire was a little low and by late last night, it looked pretty bad. I decided to take it in this morning to get fixed. I got up at the butt crack of dawn and headed off, hoping that my tire would make it. (It was looking pretty sad.)

Well getting there I found out, the front two tires were shot, and I needed to get new ones. The tire man told me the man that inspected my car should have his license taken away. Then we proceeded to debate whether my car was 03' or 04', and of course in the end I won. And for winning, I've been crowned Miss Merchant's Tires for 1 year and 2 1/2 months.

Anyway, the point of all this is, about the time I got my first two tires, my dealer was running a promotion. If you purchased 4 new tires, you could get a free IPOD. Now I am completely annoyed. I could be the proud owner of an IPOD and join the masses. So I guess for now I will have to fight over my roommate's Walkman with Iggy, even though she doesn't know how to turn it off.



Okay so it wasn't completely horrible. I made two new friends at the tire shop, Sayid being my favorite, and I would recommend to anyone the Merchant's Tires in FC. They will even rate your autograph, and I sign mine better than the First Lady herself, or so they say.

Room with a View....

So I recently got a new job. With this job came new adult responsibilities, something I've been fighting since college. I think am now ready to accept them more fully in my life, but I digress. With this new job, I got my very OWN office! It's all mine........ and the landlord's.

I have worked there for almost three weeks now and not until today did it hit me that it was my own office. From day one, I have thought of it as the the last guy's office. I was careful to keep things how I found them. I constantly pranced around on my tippy toes so as not to bother what was not mine.



Well I'm here, today, to tell you my friends, it MY office! Today I gave it an extreme makeover. Okay, maybe not extreme, but I did move some things around and made it my own. The old set up made me feel really cramped, which is crazy because my office is bigger than my bedroom. I now have plenty of room. It feels more like home. I am even thinking of bringing a bed and never leaving the office.

I think it's time to get an office plant.

Clarification

Okay, so some of you seemed to get lost in my thoughts in my previous post. I don't know why. It all makes perfect sense to me. All the thoughts seemed to flow naturally.

So to clarify:

1) I don't want to be a dog (refrain from your sarcastic comments.)
2) Just because I have gnome hands, doesn't mean I'm going to go all Michael J. Fox in Teen Wolf and become a complete gnome.

I would however like to retract my pug statement. I would rather be a puggle. Meet the Delucanator. I met the Delucanator while spending time in Connecticut.






PS. little gnome friend i know you tried to trick me with the old fax and cell phone trick!
PPS ER RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pugs for Sale $.50 a Pug....

So today I created my life plan, in my head. I am now set for life.

I have a plan A and a plan B.

Both are equally good plans, and I wouldn’t mind either one. It really all depends on what life throws my way.

And in planning my life, I have decided to take a new lead. You see, since college, I have acquired a bad habit. (Shout out to bad habit topic from my little gnome friend, which also reminds me last night I was told I have gnome hands.) Okay so I don't really want to share my predicament, so I will just focus on plan A and B for now.

But lets talk dogs, I had a roommate tell me once that if I were a dog, I would be a lapdog. So Connie, can I be a pug? I think they’re really cute.



PS. Every time the fax machine goes off at work, it makes a buzzing sound, and I think it’s my cell phone.