Okay,
I forgot to address this. I do need some feedback on this. For my Advance Public Relations class we are literally having to do a PR campaign. You know what we have to do- Parking Services for the one and only UNCW. Now we have come up with a few ideas like a life size cut out of Sammy in the old "Uncle Sam" spitting out the blurb "We want you...to park in your zone"...or we thought that instead of ticketers Parking Services could have people dress up as Jesus and stand in the entrance to the zones. Now- let me ask this- if there was a person dressed up as Jesus standing outside of a zone and when you pulled in asked you not to park out of your zone- would you still do it? And if you do- what does that say about you? Just a thought. I mean you can take it or leave it- I'm just throwin' it out there.
I have another PR idea that I thought up that is MONEY- unfortunately it is top secret and cannot be blogged at this time. I'll keep ya posted though- I'm pretty stoked. If Parking Services doesn't pick us to rep them (and by the way- this is legit)- I expect a full on protest from my loyal readers.
:-)
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Snack Pack Delight
I cannot for the life of me understand why I do not move my scale away from the side of the door to my bathroom. I cannot tell you how many times I have woken up impaired in the middle of the night or drowsy in the morning and stubbed my toe. I cannot even explain to you how much that hurts my damn foot. I actually think I may have broken a toe once. And yeah, I do fall on the ground, cry a little bit, and curse the great heavens. Sue me.
My mom came into town last night. She's on this new diet kick. She gets upset when I say that I can't keep up with the new thing she's doing, but it's true. The tagline for everything is, "It's not a diet, it's a lifestyle change (also my mom's motto for everything)"....well no shit. First of all, let's get real...almost every diet has used this within the last two years. Second of all- yes- if you change your LIFESTYLE and make healthier decisions essentially you will shed the extra weight. I like beer. That's my downfall. However- while my mom was here she did purchase me some tasty 100 calorie snack pack delights. Let me tell you- they are indeed delightful. I just had a South Beach Living 100 cal pack of Double Chocolate Chunk cookies. Six cookies were in said bag, six. They were the size of quarters (to be fair maybe a little more)...I ate them before my browser came up. Now- right or wrong- cookies- no cookies. I am trying to eat every couple of hours to keep my metabolism up. Either way- the delight lasted less than 3 seconds. Okay, maybe a little longer- maybe my computer is slow.
Not sure if you are aware of this, yes, I am talking to you, but there are little buttons on the bottom that you can check to say how you feel about my blogs. You can also comment. Now- I'm just saying- I put them there because I don't want to be the creeper blogger that keeps on a-bloggin with no one reading. So please, I know you read my blog- I have had 3 separate conversations about it today- just check it. Check the one that describes the blog. Let's test my true inspirational self (I'm screwed).
So- At this point in my college career- I think I've pretty much established who I am. Maybe you don't know every personal detail about me but to be honest there's not much to tell- unless a bottle of wine, some type of patio furniture, and pajamas are involved. So I don't really care when I say- Don't be a dick. Today for instance, I was at my internship. The foundation staff raised over 76,000 dollars in student scholarship funds through campus fund drive (where all employees donate)...they were at around 80% giving rate- holy crap you say- Anyways there are these group of kids there. My nice- sweet-polite advisor says, "hey yall, not rushing yall out but we are having an event here in ...." anyways super nice way of telling them to leave in about 30 minutes from the table. The kid says, "I'll leave if you give me a piece of cake." REALLY?
He then proceeds to talk about how them raising money is not useful to him so he doesn't care. Enraged because I met so many people it HAS helped- I wanted to say something- instead- in fear of getting a bad report I just stared at him with my mouth open because I didn't know what to do. He then asks me for a balloon- I had blown up one that was literally deflating already and I handed it to him. He tied it on his ear. I don't ever know when it has been a cool thing to tie a balloon on one's ear. I even googled it...nothing came up except for the word "uncool."
Oh by the way- we had two carts full of stuff for this celebration- and we go to the elevator- which is permanently stuck open- it doesn't work- so we have to walk all the way uphill around the entire building and through a ramp to get there- luckily we didn't drop any cakes.
Finally- remmeber that invitation- I have to revise it ....AGAIN.
I <3 Wednesdays!
My mom came into town last night. She's on this new diet kick. She gets upset when I say that I can't keep up with the new thing she's doing, but it's true. The tagline for everything is, "It's not a diet, it's a lifestyle change (also my mom's motto for everything)"....well no shit. First of all, let's get real...almost every diet has used this within the last two years. Second of all- yes- if you change your LIFESTYLE and make healthier decisions essentially you will shed the extra weight. I like beer. That's my downfall. However- while my mom was here she did purchase me some tasty 100 calorie snack pack delights. Let me tell you- they are indeed delightful. I just had a South Beach Living 100 cal pack of Double Chocolate Chunk cookies. Six cookies were in said bag, six. They were the size of quarters (to be fair maybe a little more)...I ate them before my browser came up. Now- right or wrong- cookies- no cookies. I am trying to eat every couple of hours to keep my metabolism up. Either way- the delight lasted less than 3 seconds. Okay, maybe a little longer- maybe my computer is slow.
Not sure if you are aware of this, yes, I am talking to you, but there are little buttons on the bottom that you can check to say how you feel about my blogs. You can also comment. Now- I'm just saying- I put them there because I don't want to be the creeper blogger that keeps on a-bloggin with no one reading. So please, I know you read my blog- I have had 3 separate conversations about it today- just check it. Check the one that describes the blog. Let's test my true inspirational self (I'm screwed).
So- At this point in my college career- I think I've pretty much established who I am. Maybe you don't know every personal detail about me but to be honest there's not much to tell- unless a bottle of wine, some type of patio furniture, and pajamas are involved. So I don't really care when I say- Don't be a dick. Today for instance, I was at my internship. The foundation staff raised over 76,000 dollars in student scholarship funds through campus fund drive (where all employees donate)...they were at around 80% giving rate- holy crap you say- Anyways there are these group of kids there. My nice- sweet-polite advisor says, "hey yall, not rushing yall out but we are having an event here in ...." anyways super nice way of telling them to leave in about 30 minutes from the table. The kid says, "I'll leave if you give me a piece of cake." REALLY?
He then proceeds to talk about how them raising money is not useful to him so he doesn't care. Enraged because I met so many people it HAS helped- I wanted to say something- instead- in fear of getting a bad report I just stared at him with my mouth open because I didn't know what to do. He then asks me for a balloon- I had blown up one that was literally deflating already and I handed it to him. He tied it on his ear. I don't ever know when it has been a cool thing to tie a balloon on one's ear. I even googled it...nothing came up except for the word "uncool."
Oh by the way- we had two carts full of stuff for this celebration- and we go to the elevator- which is permanently stuck open- it doesn't work- so we have to walk all the way uphill around the entire building and through a ramp to get there- luckily we didn't drop any cakes.
Finally- remmeber that invitation- I have to revise it ....AGAIN.
I <3 Wednesdays!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Maldemonium
It is raining today. I felt the urge to get out of the apartment though and go shopping. Retail therapy if you will. Sometimes when things just aren't going very well everyone likes to go out and buy something new. It's like a fresh start, a new look, it's really energizing. Well me not being the intelligent person I normally am decided it's a good idea to go to the mall on Saturday when it is pouring rain down. First, I needed to get gas. So I stopped at the gas station right in front of the mall, the sketchy EXXON that has a service thing. I leaned over and grabbed my wallet, I opened the door and there is a man standing right at my door. I almost peed myself. He didn't have very many teeth and spoke with a heavy southern accent. Turns out it's a full service pump. WEIRD. He informs me that credit card and do-it-yourself is over at the other pumps, so I mosey on over there. I go to the mall, I walk in to door of a department store that the first thing I see are purses. I love purses.
I hear some high school cheerleading going on. 'Weird' I thought, so I ventured out of the store to the opening of the mall. They were just cheering, with no real purpose. It was strange. I continued on with my adventure for the day. I wish that I could have a sign on my forehead that says, "Dear sales associate, please don't greet me. Don't talk to me...just let me awkwardly walk around the store 8 times."
I ventured into Buckle which is typically a store that I avoid only because of my thought of the price. But I thought that today, I would just check it out. Not as expensive as I thought. Really cool stuff. I go in the dressing room. No mirror. No mirror? I thought to myself that this must be a joke. What kind of dressing room doesn't have a mirror?
What?
I didn't even know what to do at that point, I was flabbergasted if you will.
But anyways- too many people at the mall today. People just run into you and don't even say excuse you...nothing. wtf.
The other day there was a crawfish walking up by my apartment door. It looked like a miniature lobster. This confuses me. Why?..perhaps it's global warming.
By the way, I came home from the mall empty handed. No bueno.
Oh, my life.
I hear some high school cheerleading going on. 'Weird' I thought, so I ventured out of the store to the opening of the mall. They were just cheering, with no real purpose. It was strange. I continued on with my adventure for the day. I wish that I could have a sign on my forehead that says, "Dear sales associate, please don't greet me. Don't talk to me...just let me awkwardly walk around the store 8 times."
I ventured into Buckle which is typically a store that I avoid only because of my thought of the price. But I thought that today, I would just check it out. Not as expensive as I thought. Really cool stuff. I go in the dressing room. No mirror. No mirror? I thought to myself that this must be a joke. What kind of dressing room doesn't have a mirror?
What?
I didn't even know what to do at that point, I was flabbergasted if you will.
But anyways- too many people at the mall today. People just run into you and don't even say excuse you...nothing. wtf.
The other day there was a crawfish walking up by my apartment door. It looked like a miniature lobster. This confuses me. Why?..perhaps it's global warming.
By the way, I came home from the mall empty handed. No bueno.
Oh, my life.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Chocolate Makes the World Go Round
Okay- at the internship. I have a few complaints that I have to get out just because I have filled up my room mates inbox with non-sense about how angry I am today. So first things first, for some reason I truly believe that I can sleep in til 8:15 and still make it to the internship on time (I did this morning, I look slightly rough- although it's a rainy day- so it's good I wore my hair up)... I get in Sally (my Pontiac Sunfire) and we ride on to the internship. OH SURPRISE! Sally has a bit of an issue (weak bladder if you will) when it rains, water comes pouring out of the ceiling all over me, but not the usual little amount, a flood gate had opened. All over my business cas attire. I actually put my hand up on the ceiling to stop the rain from keeping on, it just ran down my arm...
...I get to my internship, do a quick little email check, see several things on my desk to look over and talk about a press release that I have been working on for about a month. Because I always miss the times to talk with my contact. So, my advisor looks over it, tells me pretty much it's no bueno (I understand though, it was no bueno- kind of happens when you have another person telling you what they want to be in the press release that has NO relevance to what you are writing about), so I revised that....for the 10th time.
Invitation that I made the other week is pretty much bleeding with ink. I meet with the lady that had wrote on it and we go in rounds about how to fix it, just for her to tell me to keep it the way it is. I mean, it's fine. It's a learning experience but I just feel like a lot of the changes everyone wants to make are based on personal feelings or how "they would have done it"...but me- I design logically. Because I am a logical person.
*I do love the people in the office though*They are pretty much amazing and awesome*
I got an email from the composite people telling me I haven't confirmed when and where and all that jazz- problem is- I have talked to them several times...so that aggravated me.
FINALLY- lunch break. This morning what caused most of my aggravation was lack of caffeine. I scrounged up 65 cents out of all my bags and wallets combined- Diet Coke is 1 dollar. DAMN. So...I decided I'll just walk over to the cafeteria at lunch and buy a Diet Coke. I walk over there. OUT of Diet Coke, I am feeling feisty so I purchase some SunChips...get a little upset and then buy some M&M's. Okay this emotional eating needs to stop. BUT- the lady at the counter goes "wow, breakfast? lunch? snack? of champions."....you know what lady, "F-YOU!" I didn't say that of course, but why couldn't she just ring me up and leave me alone.
So the cafeteria looks pretty packed, I decide to go outside, the only dry table someone had just sat down at. THEN, I decide okay- let's go see if there are any dry benches, nope. Okay, last resort the DUN DUN DUN ..break room.. so I start to walk into there. I see the back of the head of the girl I try to avoid...chicken out and walk back out of the break room. I then walked around the courtyard for five minutes in circles before I walked back up and that table was empty. Before I had left for my lunch adventure, I asked myself if I thought I needed my umbrella- NOPE, I didn't think so. WRONG. As I am finishing up my lunch- it starts pouring down rain.
Unfortunate.
I walked back in the rain and now I am blogging because I am just...so angry.
Good news, I have M&M's and they will be delicious in a couple of hours.
...I get to my internship, do a quick little email check, see several things on my desk to look over and talk about a press release that I have been working on for about a month. Because I always miss the times to talk with my contact. So, my advisor looks over it, tells me pretty much it's no bueno (I understand though, it was no bueno- kind of happens when you have another person telling you what they want to be in the press release that has NO relevance to what you are writing about), so I revised that....for the 10th time.
Invitation that I made the other week is pretty much bleeding with ink. I meet with the lady that had wrote on it and we go in rounds about how to fix it, just for her to tell me to keep it the way it is. I mean, it's fine. It's a learning experience but I just feel like a lot of the changes everyone wants to make are based on personal feelings or how "they would have done it"...but me- I design logically. Because I am a logical person.
*I do love the people in the office though*They are pretty much amazing and awesome*
I got an email from the composite people telling me I haven't confirmed when and where and all that jazz- problem is- I have talked to them several times...so that aggravated me.
FINALLY- lunch break. This morning what caused most of my aggravation was lack of caffeine. I scrounged up 65 cents out of all my bags and wallets combined- Diet Coke is 1 dollar. DAMN. So...I decided I'll just walk over to the cafeteria at lunch and buy a Diet Coke. I walk over there. OUT of Diet Coke, I am feeling feisty so I purchase some SunChips...get a little upset and then buy some M&M's. Okay this emotional eating needs to stop. BUT- the lady at the counter goes "wow, breakfast? lunch? snack? of champions."....you know what lady, "F-YOU!" I didn't say that of course, but why couldn't she just ring me up and leave me alone.
So the cafeteria looks pretty packed, I decide to go outside, the only dry table someone had just sat down at. THEN, I decide okay- let's go see if there are any dry benches, nope. Okay, last resort the DUN DUN DUN ..break room.. so I start to walk into there. I see the back of the head of the girl I try to avoid...chicken out and walk back out of the break room. I then walked around the courtyard for five minutes in circles before I walked back up and that table was empty. Before I had left for my lunch adventure, I asked myself if I thought I needed my umbrella- NOPE, I didn't think so. WRONG. As I am finishing up my lunch- it starts pouring down rain.
Unfortunate.
I walked back in the rain and now I am blogging because I am just...so angry.
Good news, I have M&M's and they will be delicious in a couple of hours.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Things You Don't Typically Want to Tell People Because it Makes You Lame.
In light of meeting new people and getting to know others better I have re-evaluated the story that I want to tell about myself. These are the things I have come up with...and I realized- I am kind of lame.
1. I don't typically cry (I do more now that I have found my sensitive side-thanks to being an officer-) but I do cry during movies, even if they aren't really sad, even if they are just a happy ending. It's kind of pathetic- no worries though- I try to hold it together when I am around people. Examples of ridiculous movies I have cried at: Honey, Knowing, Old School< rough time in my life., The Fox and the Hound, Bambi < who doesn't?, and then of course the sobbers such as Beach, Ghost (you know -old school stuff-).
2. I have been thinking about my hobbies... I could answer this question like everyone else, "hanging out with friends, beach, listening to music, watching movies" but I realized a hobby/obsession of mine is checking my email and emailing people (I am getting better with breaking off the relationship), I really do enjoy watching movies, although I never seem to get to watch movies. I guess I can watch movies when I die ;-). Can I address how "beach" is NOT a hobby. I mean everyone says, "going to the beach" is a hobby- but it's not it's an activity, right? I mean- do you go to the beach regularly all year round (I guess we could because of our geographical location, however- truth be told people probably don't go when it's freezing all that often)
3. I need to excercise to not be crazy. I have somehow worked up to having to excercise at least 3-4 times a week so I don't totally get crazy and emotional. I think it's because of all the stored up energy I have when I don't work out.
4. I like to go to bed early. I don't get to often, but when I lay in my bed to go to sleep an immediate feeling of relaxation comes over my body.
5. Eating ice cream. Is this a hobby? I don't know- but I do know I like to do it often. I don't think I can stick on a diet and not eat ice cream. There's just something about the creamy delicousness I can't live without...means I have thighs or no thighs...I've always had big thighs so I guess that means I am stuck with them and ice cream isn't do much harm...it's most likely the beer.
6. I like to write. I don't get enough time to do that- so I started to blog. But I love to write. About everything. One day I want to have the chance to sit down and think about what I want to write about...I have a few ideas ;-)...I started a book...my dumbass didn't save it on an external disk computer crashed. Gone.
7. I enjoy running. Even though I feel like death most of the time, I enjoy it. There's something about Senses Fail and running that relaxes me and takes me away from my life, if only for a few moments.
On a side note, I have realized that the word 'society' has a level of prestige to it. I think that everything sounds better with society on the end of it and much more official.
I am so excited for FALL! It's beautiful outside. On that note- I am going to take my lunch break...outside. Uninterrupted by the smell of the break room.
1. I don't typically cry (I do more now that I have found my sensitive side-thanks to being an officer-) but I do cry during movies, even if they aren't really sad, even if they are just a happy ending. It's kind of pathetic- no worries though- I try to hold it together when I am around people. Examples of ridiculous movies I have cried at: Honey, Knowing, Old School< rough time in my life., The Fox and the Hound, Bambi < who doesn't?, and then of course the sobbers such as Beach, Ghost (you know -old school stuff-).
2. I have been thinking about my hobbies... I could answer this question like everyone else, "hanging out with friends, beach, listening to music, watching movies" but I realized a hobby/obsession of mine is checking my email and emailing people (I am getting better with breaking off the relationship), I really do enjoy watching movies, although I never seem to get to watch movies. I guess I can watch movies when I die ;-). Can I address how "beach" is NOT a hobby. I mean everyone says, "going to the beach" is a hobby- but it's not it's an activity, right? I mean- do you go to the beach regularly all year round (I guess we could because of our geographical location, however- truth be told people probably don't go when it's freezing all that often)
3. I need to excercise to not be crazy. I have somehow worked up to having to excercise at least 3-4 times a week so I don't totally get crazy and emotional. I think it's because of all the stored up energy I have when I don't work out.
4. I like to go to bed early. I don't get to often, but when I lay in my bed to go to sleep an immediate feeling of relaxation comes over my body.
5. Eating ice cream. Is this a hobby? I don't know- but I do know I like to do it often. I don't think I can stick on a diet and not eat ice cream. There's just something about the creamy delicousness I can't live without...means I have thighs or no thighs...I've always had big thighs so I guess that means I am stuck with them and ice cream isn't do much harm...it's most likely the beer.
6. I like to write. I don't get enough time to do that- so I started to blog. But I love to write. About everything. One day I want to have the chance to sit down and think about what I want to write about...I have a few ideas ;-)...I started a book...my dumbass didn't save it on an external disk computer crashed. Gone.
7. I enjoy running. Even though I feel like death most of the time, I enjoy it. There's something about Senses Fail and running that relaxes me and takes me away from my life, if only for a few moments.
On a side note, I have realized that the word 'society' has a level of prestige to it. I think that everything sounds better with society on the end of it and much more official.
I am so excited for FALL! It's beautiful outside. On that note- I am going to take my lunch break...outside. Uninterrupted by the smell of the break room.
Friday, September 18, 2009
I have 4 Google accounts
Yesterday I pulled up to McDonalds after a busy work and ordered a southern style chicken sandwich (best ever) and the man said, "no" when I completed my order...
I was denied service at McDonalds- only for a short moment - I ignored that comment and continued on with my want for a cup of water and fries.
I can't even think right now. I am so exhausted and emotionally distraught. I am done for the night.
THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!
Ice cold Bud Light does the trick.
I was denied service at McDonalds- only for a short moment - I ignored that comment and continued on with my want for a cup of water and fries.
I can't even think right now. I am so exhausted and emotionally distraught. I am done for the night.
THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!
Ice cold Bud Light does the trick.
Monday, September 7, 2009
That's just the way it goes...
I had an eventful weekend- to say the least. Some interesting things have happened to me in the last couple of weeks. I tried to send a picture from my phone to my blog and it didn't work. I was sending a picture of my new boyfriend- internship cut out- didn't work.
I also have to address facebook chat here- okay so here's the thing. You add that super hot guy and you are like - yes he's on facebook. I will chat him. Which in case you were wondering- adding a boy on facebook is detrimental to the start of a relationship. Not only does it put you in the friend zone- but also you are now that oober-obsessed facebook girl that creepily adds people she met for 15 minutes. So there you are wondering if you facebook chat it up...the answer is no. It always turns into this awkward situation. You are like...okay after no answer for 30 seconds which feels like 10 minutes and then you feel crazy because you can't keep writing in the chat thing if no one answers.
The second thing annoying about facebook chat and most chats in general is the person you DON'T want to chat it up with ALWAYS messages you. Not only that but they keep chatting with you- even though you clearly give one word responses, like "yup" "nope" "haha" haha is my favorite blow off phrase. I probably shouldn't post that but I'll let you in on my little secrets for "funsies." What do you do though? Is it rude to just casually stop chatting back? That's my best solution or lie and say I am on my way out...
Hot tubs and I don't mix when alcohol is involved. I have a purple toe, a scratch larger than the size of my hand on my shin, and a half sprained ankle with another scratch- all from tripping down stairs and falling on pavement...which coincidentally was next to a hot tub. So me, plus alcohol, plus hot tubs- I probably just shouldn't even do that anymore.
Recruitment starts this week and I look like I have been seriously beaten from the knees down. I have to wear shorts too, which is ironic because this entire summer I haven't worn shorts (other than work out shorts)...I am shaking my head right now.
On the way home from VA BEACH- interesting by the way- my leg was burning. I had to seriously clean it when I got home. It hurt very much. So- we got a little turned around today because there was detour around Pollocksville (doesn't the name just give you a little hint where I am going with this). Instead of setting up signs (like a normal responsible fire/safety/police department would they stationed an overweight dancing fireman at a road. We of course, didn't want to stop and ask him...there was no ipod- no music- just rain. WIERD. Finally we drove about 10 miles, turned around, and went back and asked him where we could get back on hwy 17. He says, "I dunno where you comin from but that there highway is that way" and pointed down the road that he was standing in front of. In hindsight, I don't know why it mattered where we were coming from. We get to a stop sign and there are two rectangle signs on top of each other and they both say, "HWY 17" with an arrow pointing in both directions.OKAY. So what now? Good thing my mom could guess and get us to where the other cars where. I was like- what is really going on in Pollocksville. These tax payers must be slightly dissapointed.
I also saw a long rectangular green sign that said "Voice of America" and pointed down a street. As we passed my eyes followed the direction of the sign that it was pointing....I didn't see anything (we were in a small town as well!) ... so then I got to thinking. There are so many signs that I wonder about while driving. Like- what is the "Voice of America" and who's voices is it? And why haven't I ever heard about this before if it's the VOICE OF AMERICA...I am afterall an AMERICAN. Wouldn't it be funny if a bunch of illegal immigrants were employed there? Either way- all I am saying is - said "voice of AMERICA" is false advertising....but I think one day I will make my way down that road...just to see because I am curious.
All right- I think I should go and save some fun facts for tomorrow.
RECRUITMENT STARTS WEDNESDAY- pray for me.
I also have to address facebook chat here- okay so here's the thing. You add that super hot guy and you are like - yes he's on facebook. I will chat him. Which in case you were wondering- adding a boy on facebook is detrimental to the start of a relationship. Not only does it put you in the friend zone- but also you are now that oober-obsessed facebook girl that creepily adds people she met for 15 minutes. So there you are wondering if you facebook chat it up...the answer is no. It always turns into this awkward situation. You are like...okay after no answer for 30 seconds which feels like 10 minutes and then you feel crazy because you can't keep writing in the chat thing if no one answers.
The second thing annoying about facebook chat and most chats in general is the person you DON'T want to chat it up with ALWAYS messages you. Not only that but they keep chatting with you- even though you clearly give one word responses, like "yup" "nope" "haha" haha is my favorite blow off phrase. I probably shouldn't post that but I'll let you in on my little secrets for "funsies." What do you do though? Is it rude to just casually stop chatting back? That's my best solution or lie and say I am on my way out...
Hot tubs and I don't mix when alcohol is involved. I have a purple toe, a scratch larger than the size of my hand on my shin, and a half sprained ankle with another scratch- all from tripping down stairs and falling on pavement...which coincidentally was next to a hot tub. So me, plus alcohol, plus hot tubs- I probably just shouldn't even do that anymore.
Recruitment starts this week and I look like I have been seriously beaten from the knees down. I have to wear shorts too, which is ironic because this entire summer I haven't worn shorts (other than work out shorts)...I am shaking my head right now.
On the way home from VA BEACH- interesting by the way- my leg was burning. I had to seriously clean it when I got home. It hurt very much. So- we got a little turned around today because there was detour around Pollocksville (doesn't the name just give you a little hint where I am going with this). Instead of setting up signs (like a normal responsible fire/safety/police department would they stationed an overweight dancing fireman at a road. We of course, didn't want to stop and ask him...there was no ipod- no music- just rain. WIERD. Finally we drove about 10 miles, turned around, and went back and asked him where we could get back on hwy 17. He says, "I dunno where you comin from but that there highway is that way" and pointed down the road that he was standing in front of. In hindsight, I don't know why it mattered where we were coming from. We get to a stop sign and there are two rectangle signs on top of each other and they both say, "HWY 17" with an arrow pointing in both directions.OKAY. So what now? Good thing my mom could guess and get us to where the other cars where. I was like- what is really going on in Pollocksville. These tax payers must be slightly dissapointed.
I also saw a long rectangular green sign that said "Voice of America" and pointed down a street. As we passed my eyes followed the direction of the sign that it was pointing....I didn't see anything (we were in a small town as well!) ... so then I got to thinking. There are so many signs that I wonder about while driving. Like- what is the "Voice of America" and who's voices is it? And why haven't I ever heard about this before if it's the VOICE OF AMERICA...I am afterall an AMERICAN. Wouldn't it be funny if a bunch of illegal immigrants were employed there? Either way- all I am saying is - said "voice of AMERICA" is false advertising....but I think one day I will make my way down that road...just to see because I am curious.
All right- I think I should go and save some fun facts for tomorrow.
RECRUITMENT STARTS WEDNESDAY- pray for me.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
It's been awhile...
Everyday I think to myself that I need to blog but I don't end up having time at the end of the day or am just too exhausted. I don't think this will be as light hearted and sarcastic as usual. I have been struggling lately. Not because I am running ragged and my calendar has something just about every day...well wait- I counted- there are 4 days in September that I don't have anything to do. By anything to do I mean- I don't have to do anything after class or internship (other than homework)...I have been stressing out because of the pressure I have from my dad wanting me to go right to grad school. It's not that I don't want to. Trust me, going right to grad school seems SO much more simple then actually getting a job and taking care of myself financially. I know he has good intentions for pushing me to go right away- I just don't think it will be the best thing for me, plus I really want to do an MBA program. And those don't typically accept kids right out of college...not good ones anyways. I am pretty overwhelmed by everything.
I get so angry because when I plan things out so carefully and people agree to times and meeting times and then change it at the last minute or realize they can't do it- I realize things come up. But ya know- It's like- people just think you should work around their schedules and that they shouldn't have to compromise at all.
Today the Regional Consultant is here from National and I picked her up 15 minutes late because I got stuck behind traffic. FML. Then I locked my keys in my trunk- I had to pull down my seat and crawl into the trunk to get my keys another FML. REALLY!? Then as I was driving down the road I silently panicked and wondered where my phone was- did I leave it at the meeting place? Did I crush it in the trunk door? NO, it was in my back pocket- thank GOD!
So then she receives a phone call- I turn off the music. This is when I realized everything in the front of my car was jirating, squealing and making ridiculous amounts of noise. YES- Sally is on her way out. She might be mad that I un-bedazzled her. (I took the beads off the mirror)...They were getting to old and dirty looking. So after my 8:30AM day to my way home 10:30PM I stop at a gas station to be able to get some gas so I can be reimbursed from driving 2 and 1/2 hours that day...It asks me if I want a receipt and for the FIRST time in my life I accept- what happens...it doesn't print. I sat there and pondered staring at this machine for about 15 minutes until I took a pic of it to give to the treasurer and then I walked inside and explained the situation---he just printed me out one in like 2 seconds....REALLY?
Hopefully in 29 days I can breathe....We will see.
Until then- don't expect many posts.
I get so angry because when I plan things out so carefully and people agree to times and meeting times and then change it at the last minute or realize they can't do it- I realize things come up. But ya know- It's like- people just think you should work around their schedules and that they shouldn't have to compromise at all.
Today the Regional Consultant is here from National and I picked her up 15 minutes late because I got stuck behind traffic. FML. Then I locked my keys in my trunk- I had to pull down my seat and crawl into the trunk to get my keys another FML. REALLY!? Then as I was driving down the road I silently panicked and wondered where my phone was- did I leave it at the meeting place? Did I crush it in the trunk door? NO, it was in my back pocket- thank GOD!
So then she receives a phone call- I turn off the music. This is when I realized everything in the front of my car was jirating, squealing and making ridiculous amounts of noise. YES- Sally is on her way out. She might be mad that I un-bedazzled her. (I took the beads off the mirror)...They were getting to old and dirty looking. So after my 8:30AM day to my way home 10:30PM I stop at a gas station to be able to get some gas so I can be reimbursed from driving 2 and 1/2 hours that day...It asks me if I want a receipt and for the FIRST time in my life I accept- what happens...it doesn't print. I sat there and pondered staring at this machine for about 15 minutes until I took a pic of it to give to the treasurer and then I walked inside and explained the situation---he just printed me out one in like 2 seconds....REALLY?
Hopefully in 29 days I can breathe....We will see.
Until then- don't expect many posts.
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