Just a normal day in the life of me

I'm soo tired. I've stayed out late at night with friends of mine for the past 2 weeks, and add coughing fits to that, let's just say I don't look too awake these days. I'm still walking to and from work to get myself ready for Bloomsday. I finally registered yesterday and I have to pick up my stuff on May 5. I'm actually excited!

I have wonderful news...Adam is moving back (whaaaa-haaa!) I found out last week via e-mail. Apparently utah didn't cut it for him, and neither did Jen. Oh well, this will be interesting.

Heath is gone for good. He officially dating Jacky now, and I refuse to even be his friend, no good will come of it, and he'll quickly forget about me, or be tortured by my wonderful memory...at least she's a had, got a peek at her the other day...and woof! Sorry, but it makes me feel good. Is that wrong??

I'm not vain or anything, but I know I'm not exactly a dog either. I take care of myself and I dress well, I just look like a fashionably attired manatee. *sigh* Hopefully that will start to change a little bit more noticeably.

The weather is warm, and I love walking to work in the morning because it's sunny and I get a great view of the river and valley. I also get a chance to walk by all the older, more historic buildings, and a really beautiful catholic cathedral. I actually went in there a couple weeks ago to see the stained glass windows, and I was mesmorized by all the detail that goes into that thing. Being brought up LDS, I really didn't get exposure to that kind of culture, so it was very interesting. It was also kind of funny because there was an older lady there who kind of sticks around during the day and takes care of the place, talks to people, etc. Her and I started to chat about stuff and she told me I was welcome to sit in the chapel for as long as I liked. I decided to sit in the very back so that I could take it all in. It was very peaceful.

The funny part was that at first she went a-a-a-a-a-a-l-l-l-l the way to the front of the church and sat down. She started praying, then would look up at me, get up, bow back down and scoot a little closer to my pew. She ended up doing this like 5 times until she was sitting directly in the front and to the side of me (why do I feel like she was praying for my non-catholic doomed soul??). She finally came up to me again and told me that there was going to be some kind of eucorist communion thingy, and I was more than welcome to stay and observe. I had NO clue what I was getting myself into, but since I never really saw this before, I was curious.

Well, about 2:30 the priest and another guy came out and started singing latin (very badly I might add) and the few people who were there would repeat the priest, and the greeter woman was soooo loud and off key, that I had to muffle my giggles behind my hands. Kinda looked like I was praying! I was trying to be respectful the whole time, but I've seen Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail waaaaay too many times and expected the priest to whack his forhead with the bible after each latin phrase. Now with that visual in my head, I wasn't so sure I would be able to last much longer. Sooo, based on my lack of maturity, I quickly left right after they finished. I thanked the lady, and she held my hands and gazed up at me with such hope that I would come back, that it was kinda funny. Oh well, there's my church experience for the year!

Other than that I've come to grips that I'll be working for free for a couple more days until I officially get hired on as a seamstress. I hope that happens soon, this 3 day work week crud isn't cutting it! Cheerio!

Ch-ch-cha-changes!

After a few weeks of careful consideration, I've decided that if I'm going to change a little bit of my lifestyle, then I should probably change the rest, it's gonna happen sooner or later...right?

I've decided that I don't want to work at the bridal hell anymore because there is sooo much backstabbing, drama, and hypocrites around to scare anyone, and that's just the saturday meetings! I won't go into grand detail, but let's just say that I've had enough, and I'm a young talented person who doesn't deserve to be treated like I do. I don't do anything wrong, I don't miss days, I still work even though I'm sick and coughing up a lung, I'm on time, customer's love me and ask for me by name, I smile even when my boss is making me do 5 things at once and getting mad because thing #1 isn't done in 5 min. blah, blah. Let's just say I'm done.

Like a responsible adult I'm not going to quite until I find something else, and like a responsible adult I will give my 2 weeks, but I have a feeling that no matter what I do, bridges will be burned and people will get pissed off. The warm fuzzies have officially worn off and I'm painfully reminded as to why I left in the first place. Oye.

Not only is the job thing changing, but I've also been doing a lot of walking. I didn't buy a bus pass this month so it would force me to use the legs god deemed worthy to let me have, and it's actually nice to wake up in the morning and jump...yes I said jump, out of bed and not wince when my knee crack. I'm partially doing this because I'm walking Bloomsday and I don't think my body will love me very much if I just up and walk 7 miles in one day with out doing something before hand. My knees, back , and neck will never forgive me either.

It's been raining all week and I've still managed to get out and at least walk to the library. I'm trying to find something to read about, but my old self still lingers in the romance section. I'm trying to stay away from that stuff....must...get...a...new...hobby! I read a little story about the Marque De Sade...what a screwed up little french guy...didn't really persist in that subject, kinda risque...oh hell, it's just nasty! Other than that I'm going to enjoy spring, go on a hike, and pretend that I don't exist...well, until I have to work again that is. Any suggestions? Cheerio!

...late for work!

I should be at work like a good little girl. I should be there sewing my heart out and trying to defy those who have no faith in my abilities...I should be more responsible and get my butt off this kinda uncomfortable library chair and walk the 3 more blocks to work...shoulda...woulda...naaaah!

I'm not getting paid for anything grand, this is my own bloody time! Of course the fact that nobody has any faith in me doesn't quite help. My boss told me that some people at work don't think that I'll "cut it" (pun not intended) as an alterationist...well, doesn't that just make my life better? I had to tell her that with me you don't kick a dog when it's down..meaning...shut up!! I don't particularly like negative feedback or critisim of any kind, so when I hear something like that, it has a tendency to make me want to get very upset. She thought it would "inspire" me to greatness to defy those who dare speak ill about me....whatever *rolls eyes*.

With how she's been treating me lately, she's lucky she doesn't have a very big indentation on one of her precious shop walls...did I mention they're brick?? Naw...now my conscience is getting the better of me...grrr...stupid conscience.

Life ok, I just got over a rather nasty flu/cold type thingy I've affectionately started to call the fluold (rhymes with "fold"), all I know is that I'm glad I'm not pasty anymore....I'm officially back to my alabaster type color....hmm...sunshine would be good now...heh.

I'm walking to work now, and the weather is holding nicely, I'm trying to get my body used to walking because I've decided to walk Bloomsday this year. It's a 7 mile thing that happens here every year, and it's quite large...thankfully I won't be alone, I've managed to sucker...er..em.."convince" some of my friends to do it with me. It's gonna be fun. I haven't done anything like that since '98...wow...I'm getting old.

Well, guilt is getting the better of me, so I'm off to spend the rest of this lovely afternoon in a windowless room that is smaller than my bathroom with a lady that doesn't like to brush her teeth very often...(my tutor...gag). Cheerio!