Oh yeah. It’s happening. It’s finally, finally happening. After 10 very long months of doing nothing, I am gainfully employed. Starting March 21st, I will be working at the library where I’ve been volunteering at as a page. Basically, I’ll be one of those people you see running around with a cart shelving books, amongst… Continue reading Adulting: NEW JOB
As you can see, I’m still waiting. I also appear to be possessed by some impatient demon who just REALLY wants to know about this job. But for real, though, it’s been about a week or so, and I am starting to get a little antsy. Like, to the point where I’ve been checking my… Continue reading The Waiting Game 2: Paranormal Activity
This is all you really can do when waiting to hear about a job. Wait. And maybe constantly refresh your e-mail, just in case.
Okay, so this might be exaggerating things a little bit. But the point still stands: I hate haircuts. Didn’t always, but somewhere in the past decade, getting my hair cut has morphed into this weird, anxiety inducing event. Thing is, I’ve been going to the same barber shop for years. But it’s still the same… Continue reading Haircuts
I’d like to think I’m more number 1 than 2. Although, I think the extent of my nursing is continually asking the person if they’re okay until they try to launch something at my head. Also, is it just me, or is there something inherently sad about having a sick parent? My mom came down… Continue reading Florence Nightingale…ish
I love Winter. I’ve always thought there was something magical about this time of year. Whether it’s the cold, or the low grey skies against the naked branches of the trees, or the possibility of snow blanketing everything in soft whiteness – I just love Winter. And when all these elements align, it feels as… Continue reading Adulting: Snow Day
I thought pumping gas would be harder than it actually is, which is kind of why I put it off until I started up my car yesterday and thought, “Uh oh,” followed by the thought of me sobbing on the side of the road with an empty gas tank. Never a good thought, trust me.… Continue reading Adulting: Pumping Gas