I had an interview today. I don't think my interview was at all impressed with the fact that I'm a grad student. Drat. It's always something. At least that's a better excuse for not getting a job than "because your name is Shannon" which is why I didn't get the last job. They actually told me that! Losers.

At work tonight I was holding my bucket of shinning, glowing, blinking, flashing feather roses doing my job with the same enthusiasm I always have at work when this girl looked at me, patted me on the shoulder and said, “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

I said, “Thanks.”

I was inspired to write down all the jobs I can remember having:

1. baby sitting
2. McDonalds—kitchen crew, until the day I forgot to put the meat on the cheese burgers, then I was moved to register
3. Geneva College cafeteria worker—food server,(describer of mystery meat) salad wench, (kept the salad bar stalked)click chick (counted people entering cafeteria) and clean up crew
4. BSU summer worker—home repair supervisor/shelter counselor (ha-ha)
5. Day care kindergarten childcare provider
6. Dallas Christian College library assistant
7. Dallas Christian College recruiter (torture, it was like torture!)
8. Dallas Christian College Camp team
9. Tutor at LCC
10. sales associate for some crappy mall store for X-mas
11. Day care floater (substitute/helper for which ever class needed me)
12. UPS quality controller
13. IMB journey man—strategy coordinator intern/ESL teacher/community development ie tourist
14. register/stock clerk at Dollar General
15. Interlibrary Loan coordinator at GGBTS library
16. customer service at florist
17. Kirby bastards
18. guest services at Meryvan’s
19. customer service at Temp Glass
20. paper shuffler at Verizon mail center
21. telemarketer for AOL/Time Warner
22. paper shuffler at Adessa Auto Auction
23. customer service at UTA SECC
24. customer service at Dish Network/Digital Link
25. customer service/sales Feather Rose of TX

I saw a Jew today, complete with long beard, tassels, fedora hat and Harley Davidson T-shirt. He walked by twice muttering something to himself, oddly enough he came from the same direction both times.

I get the words evanescence and effervescence mixed up.

I am now registered for fall classes, all in good faith that I will have $1,000 to pay for it when the time comes.

I would like everyone to be duly informed that Summer's parent's dog doesn't like pickles.

I went to Sunday School last week. As I was filling out the visitor's card the single's minister asked me where I was from. I told him I was from PA origionally, and he started up with a 20 point quiz about PA history. I think I passed it. At least I did alot better on PA history than I would have on TX history.

As soon as the quiz was over I was introduced to the minions, and was immediatly handed an invitation to a party. Ummm, friendly little baptists. When I actually looked at the invite I noticed it had two dates on it, and I couldn't figure out what the intention was until I saw it said, "bring your pillow" a sleep over. This girl invited a total stranger, who just happened to show up to Sunday school to her sleep over? (She's 20 something and having a sleep over?!)

Anyway, the class was good, I argued with the teacher about the total depravity of man and predestination while the rest of the class sat there and looked stunned. One girl told me she thought I was "really brave" for showing up to Sunday school and church alone. Yeah, well, I could tell her a thing or two about showing up places. Sunday school was one of the least of my adventures in showing up.

an email I sent last night:

I would like to take a moment to vent:

My feather rose boss says to me tonight, "You know, you really need to be more talkative to the customers when they come to the stand."

He blah-blah-blahed about it, but that was the jist of the lecture. and I'm thinking, "I am not a people person! I hate selling things! If you had interviewed me before you hired me you would know these things!"
Man, people come up to the booth, they are talking among themselves, I don't feel the need to interrupt them with a witness about the obvious! The freaking stand says "Feather rose"

So I'm supposed to walk up and say, "Hey, it's a feather rose. It's a rose made out of feathers-- even the leaves are feathers, because it's a rose, and roses have leaves, but FEATHER roses have Feather leaves. And it's scented, like a rose, get it? Rose? You want to know why it's scented? because these are made out of goose covering, and when they aren't scented they smell like a drowned goose! Isn't that cool? You want to buy one? They are only $4.84 each, including tax"

Okay, so I need to be more personable. I'm simply working under the premise that sales people should be available to answer questions, not necessisarily volunteering information out the wahoo.

They can bite me. I hate people. I want a job working with nobody. Just minding my own business and doing my work which has been carefully explained to me, and me doing exactly what I'm expected to do, no more, no less. ok

good night

Sometimes I find myself doing something, and even while I am doing it, I am wondering
“why . . . what possesses me to do such things as this?”

I was driving down Collins the other day, munching on French fries as I went, listening to Cake (the band) when I noticed an Arlington police officer behind me. I immediately checked my speed. I was actually under-speeding in a 35 zone. I was okay with that, what- with the fries and all.

When I got to the light, it was just turning yellow, so I stopped. (I got a ticket one time for going through a yellow light that happened to turn red while I was under it.) Well, I had every intention of turning right. I was in the turning lane, and the police officer was still behind me. When the light turned red, I couldn’t remember if I could turn right on red or not. It seems like it was illegal somewhere I had been. But I couldn’t remember where. I spent some time considering it, and came to the conclusion that I could turn right on red here in the great state of Texas, but inexplicably I was compelled to sit right there in the turning lane in all of my blue Buick glory with my turning signal on, not turning.

Now it was a LONG light. One of those ones where everyone gets their turn, people going straight, people turning left from the south, people turning right from the north, people turning this way from that direction an “obey your traffic signal only” kind of intersection, right there before you get on 30. It was the kind of intersection where anyone who wanted to turn right on red had every opportunity to do so.

Every once in a while I would eat another fry and look in my review mirror to see what the cop was doing. He seemed very patient at first, but after a while, at least a full minute of sitting there for no reason, he started getting fidgety, looking out the window, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, and I just sat there and looked at him like it was a movie in my mirror.

I was wondering about things like:
1. why am I still sitting here?! I’m already late for work!
2. does he have somewhere specific to go?
3. if its not illegal to turn right on red, is it not illegal to not turn right on red?
4. is he going to keep on following me now because I made him mad?
5. does he think I’m some old person driving this Buick?
6. he’s kinda cute.
7. these fries need more salt.
8. is this light ever going to change?
9. would I still be sitting here if it weren’t a cop behind me?
10. someday I’m going to . . . finally, he interrupted my thoughts when he turned on his siren for about a second.

I moved along, feeling somewhat defeated. I’m not sure why.

Yeah, I'm just waiting on the edge of my seat for something exciting to happen. . . . when it does, I'll be sure to write a blog about it.

You are... Shrek - "Well I have to save my
ass!"
You walk tough and talk tough, but inside you're
just a gooey ball of mush. Your friends are
important to you (whether you admit it or not)
and you'd do just about anything for them (but
you wouldn't like it). Trust is important to
you, and so is respet. Looks don't matter to
you; it's the gooey ball of mush inside that
really counts.


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Random thoughts from a tired mind:

I like the names Edwin and Skyler Porter, which were my grandfather’s and grand mother’s father’s names.

I also like the name Lucian, which I’ve never met anyone named

I think the toilet paper is too hard, my butt hurts now

I want a stuffed animal caterpillar from a Six Flags game, a blue one

I need a license plate holder for my car

My new plates say “YPH” . . . if

I’m hooked on phonics

Last night I had a dream that I was dreaming, and in my dreaming dream, I was dreaming.

I woke up confused

Miss Venezuela is now Miss Universe

Venezuela is kinda hard to spell

I’m glad I have globe on my desk