The 101, Let the Randoms Begin...

     Back to my resolution to write a little each day, dear readers...
Interview after interview makes me realize that maybe being a Substitute Educational Assistant/Associate in my local school district is the way to go, but I have one last interview set up for an actual part-time position, so we shall see what becomes of me soon enough, that's if Golden Man-bun doesn't foil my plans, yet again.  Let me tell some stories that don't really fit together...

#1 My last day as a Senior at the local high school, I, a thin yet flabby 17 year old, shoulder length dishwater blonde hair, with glasses, stands in the back lobby telling my friends how much I'll miss them crowded in sardine tin tight. I lift my arms up for a few yearbook photos, one of which made the front cover, another that hung in the hallway of the school for at least a year after...
     Anyways, the bell had rung, hence the posing for pictures with arms raised. I slowly get carried away into the stream away from my friends, heading down the main hallway that lead to the front doors. As I walk almost with no hint of CP, (from my POV) some Sophomore, I think? Maybe not Junior, as they're so focused on taking tests for the next steps in their life. A freshman male that I didn't know would have probably shit a brick had I responded, and  the few freshmen males that I knew, knew my name, because I knew their older siblings. No, this must have been a Sophomore, cocky enough to talk to someone, specifically a female of Senior status, intellectually inept of answering their own common question, clearly I thought I was hot stuff, so hot, I hadn't had a boyfriend all throughout my high school sentence, of 4 years of my life...They clearly missed the newspaper article on what each of our plans were after high school, I say this, given the question that followed him elbowing me, as if I should care...(Remember, I was quite full of myself at the time.)
     Anonymous Sophomore: "Hey, why aren't you smiling, happy? You're done."
     My Reply: "No, college."
He was quickly drawn to the back of the crowd, I think I saw him on the news some odd years later, in handcuffs. This story my friends, one of the reasons I'm still single to this day, read some of my other darn posts for more info on that.

     I went on to college, the real world- the social concept, not the show, then more college, and am now job searching like a mad-woman.

And so concludes random story #1...

I Like to Make Things Difficult. The 100th Blog.

     If ever there were a person that makes things far too difficult, I am that person...I am not just happy with one job offer, no, I need to keep my interviews to other places, so that I may make murky my path on this earth. Therefore making the decision harder and have hurt feelings, as undoubtedly, someone will miss out on knowing me! What? Do I think the world revolves around me? No! Absolutely not! I can and will most assuredly be replaced in their life, by someone far more attractive perhaps, more able-bodied, who knows maybe some dreamy-looking hipster guy with a messy golden man-bun for a hairdo (knowing my luck).

     But isn't that always the case, someone is always stronger, faster,better looking, or is some hipster guy/dude with a messy golden man-bun, which if you see one leaving an interview at a bookstore interview before you go in for your interview, rest assured- you will not get that job...That's bookstore gold! How can you possibly blame the bookstore, they have to.

     Back to my point, the earth does not revolve around me, nor you, dear Buttercup. Time to get over it, put my big girl britches or sassy leggings in my case on, go on the interviews, break some hearts, and go on the path that prayer and or God would have me go down. Which way? Who knows? But I plan on finding out...Stay tuned dear readers...

Will Work For Cookies...Apparently...( Post #99)

     It was brought to my attention by my own little (haha) self that I have been blogging nothing lately, in a recent #CPChatNow ( a twitter community for those with CP-or who want to know about life with CP because of a loved one or friend). I've made it my resolution to write a little each day, be it in one of my many paper journals that cannot be witnessed worldwide, which is no fun for me, or online for it to be viewed by loyal readers (friends and family mostly) wherever they happen to be. If something is not blog worthy I save it till it is, then publish it.

     Which brings me to, I apparently will work for cookies now, in my newly unemployed state...A week and some (by the time I publish this) ago at the bakery (that I previously worked at for 9.5+ years I might add). *Note to future employers- please pay me at least $30,000/yr for full-time, then I'll just bake cookies and bring in!*Yep, I got some baking skills of my own, I'm not all legal research only or whatever readers...Anywho, it was a last minute deal, and I was just answering phones, it was like old times, readers, then I realized I missed my Bakery Family, Bakery Besties, not necessarily actually working there.

     Now I sit in the white-walled den a.k.a. my Brother's old room, surrounded by what would make a hoarder proud, accompanied by my most loyal, most hairy, and four-legged friend. Sure I have other friends that are loyal, but sorry, nothing beats a dog. I trust my dog's opinion of you, more than I trust my own, if I'm being honest with myself.

     I also need to work out more, have it be less like the inside of an ice chest outside, eat more balanced,  have more money, and be more self sufficient. I lost a lot of trust in my own ability to move (or "mo-tate" as I like to say) after the blood clots and bleeding on the brain in July 2016. I've noticed I am far shakier, I also weigh more than I ever have in my life, and need to do more than one work out class a week if I expect to make any progress, yes, the weight loss part should not be a New Year's Resolution, but rather a lifestyle change. One that does not start today, as today, I plan on dishes, reading that I've been meaning to do all week-to keep my sanity, cleaning, organizing, and maybe, just maybe, something fun, because, well, I deserve it.

     Why? I've been a good Linds lately, job searching, (the full-time job that will eventually pay off) taking care of loans, health appointments, and I need a darn day to pretend I'm doing nothing!