G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S

So over the weekend I was dining with a bunch of nice old ladies. The one across from me looks at me and asks, "So, what grade are you in?"

I was dumbfounded, which she must have realized, and amended her question to be, "I mean, how long have you been out of school?"

My response: "Ten years."

Old lady: "Oh! My! Well, you certainly don't look it."

Thanks. When I'm 40 and I get that response, then I'll fully appreciate it. For now, it just makes me feel as if I'm not being taken seriously. Grrr.

I'm Just The Girl Next Door

Ummmm. It's been so long since I've blogged that I forgot my user name and password. Took me forever to remember, but it seems that I have remembered.

What's new you ask? Well, LET ME TELL YOU! HA! There IS something new! I got a new job! Yay for me and my future and financial well-being! Did I already say Yay??

I start May 7th. I was actually recruited to apply for this job by the lady who does the hiring, and according to one of my references (who this lady called to check on my work history with) said that she told her (my reference) "I don't know why I have to interview all these people. I know that I want Krista." Do you know how nice that is to hear and how wonderful that makes me feel? Someone has actually noticed that I've been working my butt off, that I'm a good worker and that I'm smart. And they wanted me. ME. Incredible.

As for my present boss, she hasn't really said much. But it's funny because she has no plans to hire anyone, and yet no one is coming over here to learn stuff from me before I go. Do they not realize that I'm the only one over here and when I'm gone, there will be NO ONE? Duh. But, whatever. None of the girls in the other office have congratulated me, but the girls from our competitor's office have all said nice things to me. What does that say about those bitches who set me up with that jackass?

Let's see, what else? I had a billion things to write, but now that I have a chance to write them they all elude me. I think I was going to write about how weird it will be to leave this job. I mean, even though the situation I work in sucks, the job itself is awesome. I love my work. And I'm good at it. It will be hard to have to learn this new position, but I don't think it will be that difficult. Hopefully.

I haven't been exercising or eating right lately, but I think that it's due to stress from my job. I have been contemplating walking around in maternity clothes and pretending I'm pregnant. Even though it's scandalous, it's much better than just being fat. What do you think?

Mom and I have to sing at a ladies' function this weekend. We were requested after someone heard us sing at my grandma's funeral. Dang it! I don't like singing in public.

The sad thing about my new job is that I don't get vacation for a full year. I have 4 weeks now, but they all go bye-bye on the 7th. I will miss my vacation.

Well, we'll see if I remember anything else to write. If no, have a great weekend!!

JL. CSMs and Plats? FU!

Do I like snow? Yes. Do I like blizzards? Yes. Do I like them in April? Yes. Do I like to dig my car out from under snow at the end of a long day? Um, not so much.

I remember in my Senior year of High School that we read The Scarlet Letter. One of the test questions we had on the book had to do with being tortured. But instead of spelling it the correct way, our teacher spelled it "torchered". And, reading fast, I thought it said "torched." So (needless to say) my answer was wrong. I was frantic at the time, thinking to myself "did they torch her? I must not have read it as well as I thought I did." And all that time I thought I was being blonde, but it was our dumb@$$ teacher. Still makes me mad (especially since he didn't listen to my argument as to why I shouldn't have gotten it wrong.)

For all of you who are curious, I now have the high score on the racing game from Ms. Pac Man. Immature? Perhaps. Fun? Most definitely.

These Small Hours

So, Nathaniel and Missy are in a committed relationship. Literally.

She came over to his apartment last Wednesday night completely drunk (and apparently on something else, too, but he couldn't figure out what). She was crying and hysterical and wanted him to take her back. (He told me later she said that she'd come over to propose to him! Ha!!) He tried to keep her calm, but she was unreasonable. When she went to the bathroom, he checked her phone for something, but found a bunch of text messages from her to her sister's husband. That pissed him off.

When she came out of the bathroom, she started yelling at him about leaving her stuff alone and blah, blah, blah. He said that she should cut it out with Mike (her sis's husband), to which Missy replied that it was none of my brother's business. He said she's right, "it's never going to be my business."

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say.

She grabbed a knife and was threatening to kill herself, while kicking his walls and stuff. He didn't want to call the cops because him and cops, not so much a good relationship. But he did call her parents and they said for him to call the cops and have her committed. He finally got her out of his apartment, but when the cops came she wasn't around anymore. The "protector of the public" said to Nathaniel that there wasn't anything he could do so when Missy came back Nathaniel was to give her back her keys and let her go. My brother was appalled.....Missy was still drunk and high and this dumbass was telling him to let her drive away and possible kill herself or someone else. What a jerkface!

So Nathaniel got Missy's mom on the phone and she ripped the police officer a new one, and he went out and found her and took her to a mental health facility.

Who needs soap operas when you have Nathaniel??

Easter was a joyous time with family this weekend. AND, the Easter bunny brought me a little something called Shampoo. The exact kind that was stolen from some certain brother. I was excited. But I was even more so excited about the Ms. Pac Man game that the Easter bunny gave to Kayla (but really, it was for me) Yay! I'm going to totally be addicted to it for some time.

The only thing worse than waiting on God is wishing that you had.

So, I've been having dreams with kittens in them a lot lately. Last night they were invading my house and I tried to keep them out. The other night I had a dream that they were coming into my office (Todd had let them in) and I tried to get them out there as well.

I looked up what kittens in your dreams mean, and it means there's bad luck and misfortune ahead. GREAT! And I dreamt of them both at home and at work. Even better........bad luck everywhere!!

I am trying to come up with some good Easter/Crucifixion stuff to add to my Sunday school lesson for Sunday. Last week we learned about Passover and why that's what Palm Sunday is about....Jesus riding into Jerusalem to celebrate it. The kids were shocked when they learned of Passover. One girl said, "Man, that was intense!" So, hopefully I'll be guided to come up with something spectacular for them.......as if Jesus rising isn't in itself the most awesome thing ever. Pop culture really sucks for Sunday school.

Anyway, hopefully I'll still be alive after my 3 day weekend, seeing as though kittens will bring me misfortune. Damn kittens! I didn't know we had Friday off, but we do. YAY! for me. I hope you all have a blessed and wonderful Easter. I plan on downing bags of candy if I can. Isn't that what holidays are for????

Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the Ocean

So, anyway. My big secret took a nose dive and pretty much died. The secret was a job opening that I was asked to apply for. I was super excited about it because I'd be perfect for it, and the lady doing the hiring was the one who asked me to apply, so barring any major catastrophe I would have been assured the position. However, after looking into it, the pay is way less than I make now, even though it does have fringe benefits. Makes me sad.

I don't know what to do. If I should go back to school (even though I don't know what I'd go for) or do I find a job, which I have a hard time finding anything that looks remotely interesting for which I'm qualified. Growing up kind of sucks.

I wish my secret was that I was a Super Hero......then I'd just fly away.