Only In Michigan

The last time we met, faithful reader, it was Memorial Day here in Michigan. It's June now, and it's sweltering. Of course we have gone back to it being blisteringly hot here, which I do prefer to it being cold and rainy.

A week ago today I had the rest of my thyroid out. As anyone will tell you, it sucks. Surgery blows. I'm feeling better now, and it's taken this long to get this far. Frankly it annoys me. I'm also the only one who seemed to think I'd feel better sooner.
Needless to say, I'm really rather impatient about this sort of thing.

In other news, with this sweltering weather I've whipped out the first sundress of the year. I'd post a photo, but that involves...effort. And when you have no air conditioning and it's about 80 at 10 pm, your goal is to sit in a dark room with a fan blowing on you and move as little as possible.

I hope the heavens open up and rain, so this humidity would leave.
And so I can wear pants.

A Few Snowpocolypses Later...

And it's mid-March. In fact, it's bordering on the end of March. Winter has continued to bother us all up here in the Great White North. In fact, February was one of the snowiest months on record here in Michigan. How ridiculous is that?

Needless to say, we're all really really really done with winter. (that being said, i hear there's supposed to be snow on Tuesday. no, i don't want to talk about it)

In the meantime? I continue to go to school. It's still deliciously nerdy, but I've come to severely dislike one of my professors. It's to the point where I've altered my summer plans and now will not be taking a summer class because I don't want to spend 8 weeks in a room with her. Three days a week for hours on end. It's bad enough as it is, you know?

Otherwise? I don't do all that much. I started an online dating profile.
Oh. My. God. There are no words for how ridiculous and absurd and silly and all around odd that's been. I have yet to net myself any dates.
I also have yet to truly net myself anyone who can construct an entire sentence (or two) without some sort of tragic misstep of either A) "HEY SHAWTY, WHAT U DOIN?" or something like B) "reading, splling and typing n complete thots is hard. there4, i don't"

Both of these make my grind my teeth.

Touche Emily.
Your turn for an update.

Happy New Year!

So. It's 2011 now. Living in the future, I experience three whole hours of 2011 before Emily did.

Emily has come up with an idea. The "Photo-A-Day" thing.

This is my shout out to Emily that we should do it here. Also-let's update the look of the blog. I'm not allowed (as she set it up). So, that being said.
Here it is, the first photo.

I'm teetering on the edge of being ill. It's not okay.

My Nose Won't Be Runny For Long

I'm currently that really irritating kind of sick. You get the runny nose, a bit of a headache, maybe some aches and pains and that's about it. You're obviously (at least to you) sick enough to not feel well and perhaps not do some of the stuff that you would do normally, but otherwise you'd best suck it up and do it. Whatever it may be.

I'm sitting in my kitchen, blogging, feeling all snuffly like. I have to go golfing in the morning, and I'd blow it off if I hadn't done that last week. And because I'm not desperately sick, no one will really go "Oh you poor thing" if you don't show up, but if you're dying ill, you get the look of "WTF Are you doing here?"

I took some NyQuil. It's cherry flavored. I'm fairly certain it's what evil tastes like. But now I'm nice and sleepy and I can't get in the bathroom because my mom is showering. Annoying.

So. Things.

Since the last time I was here, things have changed considerably.
I went to Washington DC with a friend for a job fair which should have convinced me to move.

It didn't.

I continued to work at the coffee shop, get rejected from various grad programs (all of which were super expensive AND super exclusive) and then. And then.

Well, two "and then's".

First off, I turned 24 years old. I'm SO ANCIENT LOLZ. But still. Another birthday.

AND THEN. (this gets capital letters)

I GOT FIRED. F I R E D FIRED.

Since then I've been looking for employment, running errands for my mom a la a personal assistant and...stuff? I don't even know.

But I'll blog here more. Promise. ;)

srsly?

So I just applied at Kohl's (a store that I'm actually very fond of) and their silly computer just flat out rejected me for "not fitting the criteria" that they're looking for.
How frustrating is that. Getting rejected before a human being even looks at your application. An excellent self-esteem killer.

In other news, I'm getting rejected from grad schools left and right. Yet another thing that makes me want to run into oncoming traffic.

I know things will look up. But right now this second, all my rage is in my jaw and it makes me grind my teeth.

Because Emily Told Me To

Me: And now I have to go to bed. Because I have a confession. I have to work tomorrow.

Emily: WHAT

Me:at the coffee shop

Emily: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

Me: ...yes.

Emily: ALEXA NO
YOUR SOUL
IT WAS CRUSHED ONCE BEFORE THERE

Me: BABY NEEDS A PAYCHECK

Emily: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHhh

Me: So Baby will go back there, until Patrick Swayze comes to say "Nobody puts Baby in a corner!"
...wait. Fuck.

Emily: LOL

Me: Regardless, I needs dollarz.
So I'll report in tomorrow about it. I'll even blog.



And on that note....bed.

Now You See It

And Now You Don't

Do you remember that time I was working? Yeah....me too. I was doing my ACT prep, bumbling along as best I could. Was I the absolute best teacher? No. But I tried hard and I think at least a few kids learned something.

I get my first real critique on Wednesday at noon.
I got pulled from my school Thursday (my day off) at 4.

So while I'm not technically "fired", I still might do some proctoring in a few weeks, but still. I call it being "pseudo-fired".

Doesn't make me feel any better. I also don't really want them to call me for substitute work. It freaks me out in a very real way. (to expand upon in a different entry)

So there's that. I was employed, and now I'm sort of not. Gives me plenty of time to finish up my grad school applications and whatever.

We're all in this together, right?

Post Birthday Wrap Up

So yesterday was my birthday. Turned a whopping 23 years old. Yes, I know-Oh being 23.

I've had a hard time accepting this birthday for no particular reason. I think it's the fact that I feel like a bit of a failure. I graduated college, got a degree with honors and thusly set off into the world to be a grown up.

I then moved home with my parents, got a job at a coffee shop and took up ballroom dancing. Things haven't been good, they haven't been bad, but due to the expectations I've put upon myself I feel as though things haven't gone the way they should have. I know it was a bit of bad luck to graduate when I did, through no particular fault of my own. The world has taken a bit of a turn for the ridiculous, especially here in Michigan.

I know that the last few weeks I set into a bit of a depression, and I'm trying to come out of it. Currently it's through doing little things like wearing pretty colors when I'm not at work, reading good books and watching things like "Bridget Jones' Diary", and that whole thing is going get its own entry.

---P.S.-The birthday was good, and now I've got Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip, which is fantastic.

I Promise

I Promise to update this blog at least every other day. They might not be funny, they might not be long, but I will update.

So we'll start with this brief, yet to the point observation.

I work at a coffee shop with a drive thru. I'm perpetually amazed that when people pull into this drive thru, they stare at the menu as though it's written in Chinese. They then mumble their order into the menu board and act totally and utterly confused and/or incredulous when I say things like "I'm sorry, that was a Grande Mocha with No Whip, right?" and come to find out it's a small coffee with cream.

Maybe if you spoke above a mumble and had any kind of a clue, we would be able to assist you in a timely fashion. I mean, in a hypothetical perfect world.

And that is the first of the promised updates...

A brief recap of things I have done

AKA shenanigans

So Friday I went to work not knowing what awesome sorts of things would befall me.
And by "awesome" I clearly mean "THEY DON'T PAY ME ENOUGH FOR THIS SHIT"

So. There is an employee at the delightful coffee shop I work at named....Scotty. For the fact that he's Scottish. And to protect the vaguely innocent. Moving on.
Scotty is useless. It took FOREVER to get him trained to do anything, like making the drinks OR brewing coffee (which you wouldn't think takes a rocket scientist, but on the other hand....)

The owners' mother came into work that day to generally mess with my sense of well being, psyche and rearrange the entire shop. I spent my day doing things like alphabetizing the coffees, tins of tea and making "Valentine's Day" baskets with the newly alphabetized products. All while trying to run the shop basically single handedly, as Scotty is as productive as a...I can't think of anything clever. But he doesn't do jack except brew coffee and make lattees. I spent my entire day trying to make 2 bagel sandwiches. I never got that far.

I also forgot to mention that it's a whopping 9 degrees. BELOW ZERO. The high point of the day was me trying to wash the windows (on the outside) and it all freezing. Scotty took a photo of me with his camera phone, thinking he was HILARIOUS. My face is all screwed up with what could be mistaken as concentration. In reality I was trying to blow him up with my mind. Much to my dismay, it didn't work.

In vaguely related news to the coffee shop, I have an epic crush on one of the other employees. He's 18. Hence Emily's previous post and the "cougar" comments. He's tall. That's all I have to say about that.
I also work with him tomorrow. So there's that.

So there's that

Christmas and New Years and whatever. It happened, it's past.

I'm now currently expressing a serious pet peeve.

I hate it beyond words themselves when people come over to my house to do nothing but sit under blankets. Nay not sit. DIVE UNDER THEM. As if they've never seen a blanket or been warm or produced their own body heat in their entire life. GROW A PAIR MAN. Or wear a sweatshirt or something.

Just get out from under the blanket. You'll live-I promise.

It annoys me immensely. If you want to nap, go fucking sleep at your own house and don't bother me.

You may now return to things that bother me less.