Thursday, July 29, 2010

Yeah, I'll have a number 2, large with a.....Sorry, excuse me miss, would you like to be a manager here?

Sometimes really unexpected things happen.

For starters, it's not like Culvers is my all time favorite place to eat, but I've been there quite a bit lately. The past whole month has been anything but spectacular. So one day I chose to get myself some much needed comfort from some delicious chocolate custard with oreos and marshmallow cream.
And at this particular Culvers I found an old "friend". He was a waiter/acquaintance from the Oswego Fridays...and he somehow remembered me.
So anyway as I sat and ate, he came over and chatted. It was nice.
At a time where I had felt like I was alone, I had found this unexpected friend.
So I returned a week later to "eat" and also subconsciously see if he was working.
He was.
This time we chatted on and off for an hour and a half.
And just for those of you who need clarification, there are no moves being made to suggest a possible interest aside from friendship, on either side of this...Honestly, for right now, I think God just knew that we both just need a friend. And we each know that we need someone to just talk to.
So now I visit every so often and am received with a giggle or jab or 2 from his coworkers. But I am learning not to care what others think so much. I'm just happy to have someone to talk to and someone to make me smile.
There have been a few times when he is not there, so I've had the chance to make acquaintances with the other workers there. Fun times.
Now aside from all of this unexpected good stuff that has happened, I walked in today for some ice cream and some internet. (He was not working)
But the other managers were talking to me quite a bit. Asking about where I worked and such. And then said they were looking for workers...and a 4th manager.
And then the main manager, said what do you think about working here? Do you want an application? Here let me get you one...
I just sat there like a slack jawed idiot in silence with a goofy smile on my face. He came back gave it to me, said more stuff that I don't remember cause I was too busy being in awe of what was happening.
So I filled it out. He took it. Asked me a bunch of questions before walking away, and then came back and asked another question....Do you want to do an interview today?
:-o
Yes.
So I sit there and wait, in my work out apparel and unkempt hair and naked face, for my interview to begin. Yeah I looked awesome.
As I wait, "he" walks in.
I am then interviewed by all 3 managers, including him. He tells me congratulations, you basically have a new job cause Dave really wants you to work here (main manager).
I am in complete shock of this entire day and a few of these recent days.

I needed a friend, God provided one.
I needed another job, God provided one.

I don't understand how it is that I give up on Him sometimes and He still secretly provides for me. And I still wallow like a depressed freak who thinks nothing is good in her life. Ugh, why don't I grow up and take some responsibility in my life? And why can't I open my eyes to the opportunities that are happening? And there's so many other things going on that I've shut my eyes too....Kansas, other new friends, compliments at my current job....
I wish I could just take the little things and add them up in my head and realize that they basically make up a huge reason for me not to be so upset all the time.

So while I make myself get out of this slump, come see me at Charlotte Russe and my possible new job at the Oswego Culvers.

Watch out for those unexpected pleasantries folks...they'll get ya.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Mowing in Pleasantville?


For the most part I prefer the real world over Pleasantville.
There is, however, 1 thing that they don't have to suffer from...
Mowing.
Even if they did have to mow, they would most likely
be done in 5 minutes and they probably wouldn't be sweating gallons at a time.
I hate mowing.
There are 2 things that help the process be a little more bearable.
My mowing playlist.
And the ability to obtain a tan when the scorching hot sun beats down.
That one is a little bittersweet.
These things help, but definitely not enough to make me
want to make mowing a hobby of mine.

Today's mowing experience did present something quite interesting...
I may or may not have chopped a little chipmunk to bits.
All I know is that I felt the mower jolt, I heard a loud clunk,
and then I saw a whole lot of fur chunks fly out from under the mower...
Hopefully I just gave the little guy a haircut. :/

This traumatic experience may forever put an end to my mowing days...
that and all the other reasons that make mowing horrible.
But in reality, next week you will most likely find me in the same spot I was today
...using blades to murder furry little animals.