I think the main reason these new Hoarding shows frighten me is because all I can think about is how many roaches are hiding in their home.
My cat who I’ve had since I was 7 years old passed away last weekend. He would have been 15 this fall.
RIP Bullet. You will definitely be missed. :-(
I checked out an old man at work today (as in rang up, not as in ogled) who gave me 3 chocolate Kiss candies after I handed him his receipt. It is definitely on my list of the strangest things a customer has ever done.
I HAVE to find a new job…
Damn economy.
I have two jobs at the moment. My crappy part time job and job hunting. If I’m not at work, I’m looking for jobs.
I’m tired of getting my hopes up about the jobs I apply for and then not even getting an interview.
PLEASE let this one work.
I really want it. REALLY.
Please?!
I’m officially done with college. For the past week I’ve been (im)patiently waiting around for graduation and hoping that they will in fact award me a degree afterwards, plus the thousand dollars that the state owes me for finishing my degree early. (Take THAT, Texas!)
Problem is, I never really thought this day would come. I never actually thought about graduating. I think I was so focused on my GPA, internship, and work that I never thought that I would ever finish.
Well, now it’s here. The search for a career begins.
So here’s to all the late nights, studying, frustration, stress, failure, and, of course, partying. It’s been an unforgettable 4 years.
Now on to the next step.
It’s by no means unusual for me to see bums on my way home from my internship. I use the word “bum” for lack of a better word because I’m not sure if he was homeless, for all I know he could have a bigger house/apartment/dwelling than I do. But anyway, the first bum I saw today had the typical sign, you know, something about “Anything will help. God bless you” etc etc.
The second bum I saw today had a sign that said “My liver is a TERRORIST help me kill it”. As if this wasn’t catchy enough he then proceeded to flip over the sign and the other side said “Why lie I need a BEER”.
Maybe this bum was being a little too honest?
Sometimes while I’m at my internship I jot down blog ideas in the back of my notebook. Most of the time they never get written about (obviously), but I was flipping through and saw that I had written “I spend about 45 minutes of my day watching middle aged people struggle with technology”.
About 3 hours later I was about to leave when one of the other interns whispered my name and asked if I could come help her for a second. I walked over to her cubicle and saw that she was on Twitter. She asked “Hey, do you use Twitter?” with which I replied that I did not. We spent the next 15 minutes trying to figure out the Twitter universe and what everything meant (such as RT and @soandso).
I found it interesting that now I’m the one behind on technology.

