time flies when you are...uh...time flies
i have been pretty silent lately in the writing dept. why? who the hell knows. i think i have just been passing time until the next phase of my life, causing me to just have nothing to say. or maybe i have be uninspired. chalk it up to writer's block for all i care.
anyways...
i have been working at the ca-ca restaurant job for a couple months now. it puts cash in my pocket & food in my mouth, that's pretty much the use for now. after much frustration in not being able to find suitable employment in oc, i have resigned myself to serving at a restaurant until my job appears in front of me. oh please god, let it be soon, let it be soon.
in some ways, my polyester polo job isn't so bad. i'm almost embarassed that i don't absolutely loathe it. it's actually kind of fun, in a weird grown-up-pretending-to-be-a-kid kinda way. i am amidst in a sea of carefree 20-somethings, whose only worry is paying their 1/10th portion of a shitty rent payment. boo hoo. it's pleasant to be able to put my heavy worries aside for a few hours a day to concentrate on whether table #35 got their ranch and iced tea or not, or if i remembered to tip the bussers.
due to my cheerlead-ish attitude, i find myself having *fun* at this job. i joke with the guests, pepper my crazy stories with dirty references to the over 18 crowd, act like a dork with the other employees and generally be a big goofball until it's time to go home. and i usually make about $20/hr for this. better than getting a root canal!
does this make me mediocre? i stop to wonder this when i realize i have been working since some of these kids where in diapers! nah, i keep telling myself it's just a temporary stop on my journey to something greater.
that's all the excitement in the job dept. i do have a few interviews this week, so hopefully i won't be slinging fries too much longer.
romance update...i'm still with the guy i've been seeing, hereby my official bf. i requested my title of gf be bestowed upon me after we had been going out for like 4 months. i am not sure why i was so chick-like, it just felt like the right time. but, all in all everything is peachy keen with bf (nickname is now a suitable "bf").
he dropped the L-bomb on me over a weekend's stay at a fancy-pants hotel for his work x-mas party. i had been feeling it for a few weeks, but since i am the girl, i would NEVER say those three little words first. "i love you" he said, as we were kissing on the plush king bed. "huh?", i replied half drunk and half dizzy from kissing him. he repeated. i couldn't say anything, my mind raced with fear and commitment-phobia. "do i love him? what does this mean? will i get hurt?" i asked myself as i stalled with more kissing. i breathlessly squeeked out a half-whispered "i love you back" as i felt that girly rush that can only be described as "mmmmmmmmmmmm weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee someone loves meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee". call me crazy, but it makes me all tingle still to hear those words.
i am doing my best not to over think things & just go with the flow w/ bf. he's a fantastic guy, good match for me. where is it going? who knows. i'm just enjoying the ride.
i promise i will write more often now. yes. i promise. and you know how often i do THAT.
anyways...
i have been working at the ca-ca restaurant job for a couple months now. it puts cash in my pocket & food in my mouth, that's pretty much the use for now. after much frustration in not being able to find suitable employment in oc, i have resigned myself to serving at a restaurant until my job appears in front of me. oh please god, let it be soon, let it be soon.
in some ways, my polyester polo job isn't so bad. i'm almost embarassed that i don't absolutely loathe it. it's actually kind of fun, in a weird grown-up-pretending-to-be-a-kid kinda way. i am amidst in a sea of carefree 20-somethings, whose only worry is paying their 1/10th portion of a shitty rent payment. boo hoo. it's pleasant to be able to put my heavy worries aside for a few hours a day to concentrate on whether table #35 got their ranch and iced tea or not, or if i remembered to tip the bussers.
due to my cheerlead-ish attitude, i find myself having *fun* at this job. i joke with the guests, pepper my crazy stories with dirty references to the over 18 crowd, act like a dork with the other employees and generally be a big goofball until it's time to go home. and i usually make about $20/hr for this. better than getting a root canal!
does this make me mediocre? i stop to wonder this when i realize i have been working since some of these kids where in diapers! nah, i keep telling myself it's just a temporary stop on my journey to something greater.
that's all the excitement in the job dept. i do have a few interviews this week, so hopefully i won't be slinging fries too much longer.
romance update...i'm still with the guy i've been seeing, hereby my official bf. i requested my title of gf be bestowed upon me after we had been going out for like 4 months. i am not sure why i was so chick-like, it just felt like the right time. but, all in all everything is peachy keen with bf (nickname is now a suitable "bf").
he dropped the L-bomb on me over a weekend's stay at a fancy-pants hotel for his work x-mas party. i had been feeling it for a few weeks, but since i am the girl, i would NEVER say those three little words first. "i love you" he said, as we were kissing on the plush king bed. "huh?", i replied half drunk and half dizzy from kissing him. he repeated. i couldn't say anything, my mind raced with fear and commitment-phobia. "do i love him? what does this mean? will i get hurt?" i asked myself as i stalled with more kissing. i breathlessly squeeked out a half-whispered "i love you back" as i felt that girly rush that can only be described as "mmmmmmmmmmmm weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee someone loves meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee". call me crazy, but it makes me all tingle still to hear those words.
i am doing my best not to over think things & just go with the flow w/ bf. he's a fantastic guy, good match for me. where is it going? who knows. i'm just enjoying the ride.
i promise i will write more often now. yes. i promise. and you know how often i do THAT.
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