The New Job

So, I started my job! It is waking very early, putting on high shoes, walking, riding, waaaaalking, and ascending. From there I'm not really sure yet. Then walking, then riding, then walking. It feels really good to get home and sit on a couch after all the motion.

I get so hungry without a candy bowl at arm's length. Guess I have to bring lunch now, or something.

Bed at nine thirty? Sounds delicious.

I have a job, this is news!

I have accepted a position as an Associate Financial Representative at Northwestern Mutual downtown. It's basically an assistant to two financial services reps helping them manage their clients and work load, and I'm very excited! I will now take the train from my house, walk through downtown in high heels, and ascend to the 46th floor of a fancy fancy tower (I swear you can't feel the elevator move AT ALL), and walk out onto a marble floor below a giant window with an incredible view. Whaaaaat?

So I'll tell you how it goes!

Blogspot suggested I label this post "Scooters." What?

I wonder if everyone else has decided to kiss summer goodbye yet. I have, except for Labor Day weekend, when I will gladly get in the car after work at five on Friday and join the thousands of Chicagoans traversing to Michigan for the real beaches and one last hurrah of grilled meats and margaritas on the rocks.
After that begins the cringing anticipation we all call autumn...Sigh. Cringe.

New things:
Yellow bedroom
Job interview
Sister-Roommate
Actual Chicago address

Though I recently heard my address in Chicago described as "Mexico" (not referring to demographics, just southern locale), I am very proud of that one. I feel like a real person now, sort of. When I start commuting in on the Metra I'll tell you how Fully Real Person feels. Just wish the boyfriend didn't live in "Canada" on the North side (might as well be Michigan when the Cubs play at home).

Might be time for the annual hair chop.

Quickpost

This 100 calorie yogurt tastes exactly like that, and this why fast food and I have become so familiar.

I've been beating myself up lately, thinking, should've gone to nursing school. I'd have a job. Or, should've been an accounting major. I'd have a job. I hit a wall with this yesterday, when I caught myself thinking as I watched a contractor leave our office, I should've been a roofer. I'd have a job.
Pause. Then,
A roofer? Too far. Too far.

Still no job

That's the short of it, in case you'd rather save yourself some time in reading. I have the same job I had, which is entirely serviceable for now and pretty much not what I'm looking for in the future, plus not really able to sustain my future, so we're even.

I do have a house, which is great news. Now I spend all my time thinking about what color walls I should have, what kind of sheets, or whether I will ever wake up by myself in a room by myself. These are fun distractions, but if I don't take care of the colossal distraction hovering above this paragraph, I will 1) constantly owe my sister money and 2) be health insurance-less and 3) never get new sheets.

If I had been a nurse someone would just tell me what to do. I saw an ad for a copywriter in Careerbuilder, and I think I might love to be a copywriter. Maybe. I might not love it, too.
Aren't you supposed to figure out what things you want to do in college? Missed that class.

Jobs blah blah blah jobs. This is all I talk about in real life, too, so you're not missing much if you haven't seen me.

Sidenote/Closer--Summer of Love is going great. I need to take Brian's camera and download all the pictures he didn't put on facebook to reinforce that in my brain. (Note I spelled Brian and brain right on the first try).

I did not spill coffee AT ALL today

That is big news.

I hate signing into things on the interweb, like the bank and Careerbuilder, but I really don't mind signing into this blog, and that's nice. If I did, I'd never be on here and I'd say it all to Brian and randoms that are on Verizon because it's free, and I'd probably lose friends. I love that my blog can't ignore my calls.

Today in my life:
--turned down a beautiful job offer, generous and stable, for gut-instinct and high-hopes reasoning. I feel better. I hope I continue to feel better.
--applied to a branch of Harley-Davidson (awesome).

(Boring for all people to read, don't bother. Unless I require you to read my blog for my own self-esteem [you know who you are]):

I feel for all the peeps looking for jobs. I just have this feeling of constant tension. This buzzy worry feeling? Yes? Like I can't look people in the eye or listen to what they're saying because I can't give them time, I need to go get a job right now. It's horrible. And, I only talk about myself now. That is also horrible. I need to find a balance where I work really hard by myself, but then put it in God's hands so I can give others the time of day and actually think about other things sometimes.
I think I like the visual that I'd be taking it from God's hands, instead of putting it there, but I don't know which metaphor is more appropriate. I still need to haul bootay on this.


Craigslist check of the day. No signing in. Whee! The freedom.

Tonight was the season finale of Top Model, and I'm PUMPED. I SO HOPE it's Anya. And I'm so glad Dominique is gone. Whitney is whatever. ANYA, forever. Oh gosh I hope no one spoils it for me.

Saturday morninging.

This rarely happens, and I super love Saturday morninging. Today I have already put on a shirt AND made coffee. I would really like to dustbust but it's too early for my roommates for me to bring in the noise (fair). I spilled some of my reed diffuser, which was disappointing, but my room smells like fruity heaven right now, so it evens out I guess.

I have a friend who another friend has diagnosed as having Informational Tourette's. I believe 1) I also have it (see above) and
2) That's what blogging and good listeners are for

Was a gorgeous day, but it turned gloomy and cold in the last hour. I hope that was Chicago sucking all the stupid weather from Memphis so the music festival isn't a total downer.

PLAN:
-don two winter coats
-go to Dunkin Donuts
-dustbust Brian's car
-go to school and dustbust my own car
Go team, break!