A Macey's-Less Exsistance...

Okay, so I'm the blogging slacker of all time. I know it's true. I won't deny it. You see the problem has been that Macey's is taking over my life. It's true. I spend more time thinking about, worrying about and being at my job then I do anything else. So I've made a very big decision. It's monumental...Life changing if you will. I am separating myself from Macey's. As of Thursday July 31, 2008 I will no longer be an employee if Mr. Macey (just for all of you who don't know, there really isn't a Mr. Macey, it's just kind of a Macey's joke. I didn't want anyone to be lost). It all happened in such an odd way. I was sitting in the break room at my beloved Macey's one day when I received an interesting phone call. The girl on the other end introduced herself as Chantelle, and she worked for the apartment complex that I would be moving into in the fall. I asked if there was a problem with my application or my contract or something. I was kind of freaked out because this was the second complex that I was supposedly going to live in this fall, the second because the first had sold my contract without telling me. She laughed and told me not to worry that everything was fine and she had called to offer me a job. Since I was sitting in the break room with about a gagillion people, I figured that this wasn't exactly the most ideal place for this discussion. Once I'd extracted myself from the break room, I got a little more info. The girl who was managing Roman Gardens (where I was moving into) was getting married in the middle of August and they needed to find her replacement. Chantelle and I had talked about my contract over the phone a couple of weeks before and she had been impressed with how happy and bubbly I was (who knew that would finally pay off) and asked if I wanted to come and interview for the spot. So, to make a long story short, I did and now I have a real college job. I've never worked somewhere that I had set hours (2-6 on week days and 10-1 on Saturdays), didn't work more then 7 hours a day and that I could do my homework when it was slow at work. I am so excited!! The best part is (are you ready for this? I think we need a drum roll....DRUM ROLL PLEASE!) they pay my rent, utilities, and communications fees PLUS they pay me for the time I spend in the office. It's less an hour then Macey's, BUT since they pay my rent I don't have to worry about it! Isn't that amazing?! I think so. So here's a so long, farewell, aufwieterzan (like I really know how to spell that, and if you do, don't tell me, I like to be creative) GOODBYE to Macey's and it's life taking over abilities! Hello to my sweet new job!

When there's only me...

Okay, so I've been lame with the postings...I know it's true. I've been working a whole lot (and I'm not using that as an excuse, it really is true, as anyone who has regular contact with me will testify to you...I should just put a bed in the break room at Macey's, it would be better on gas then driving home each night for a couple hours of sleep before I go back), partly because I'm now a work dork and I don't really have too much of a life anymore. Most of my friends work at Macey's, which is great but it makes my life even more Macey's centered. And then there's the whole subject of boys. I know that all those sweet ladies mean well:
Sweet Ladies: "Oh dear, you've been home a little while now, are you dating anyone?" (this is where they always do that eye brow wiggle..like they're expecting you to say something slight scandalous...)
Me: "No, not really. I'm working a lot so that I can pay for school in the fall."
Sweet Ladies: "That's such a shame, you're so cute!"
Me: (slightly red faced) "Oh well thanks..."
How do you explain to someone why no one wants to date you? How do you explain that in your life, things seem to stop in that netherworld where there's something going on and it's enough to think about and and to kinda hold on to, but not enough to talk to anyone about? How do you explain that it's usually the odd creepy guys that just stare at you or insult you while trying to compliment you that ask you out, not the kind that you would actually go out with? Or how do you explain that you're really okay with how things are going in your life right now and that you're still adjusting to the whole being home from a mission thing? I've thought of a few things to say...but either they're too mean or they don't make too much sense...I'm sure there will be most posts dealing with this subject the longer I'm home and unmarried...tune in next time...

Climbing the ladder...

So, guess what?! After only working at Macey's for only a month I got my first promotion...You're looking (this is the part where you look at my picture so that you're actually looking at me) at the newest service desk girl at Macey's grocery store! It's true. I feel so special! I get keys! And I have to be trained for it!! It makes me feel all special! That's the reason for all the exclamation points, there's no other way to denote my excitement. As we all know, double exclamation points mean excitement, while capital letters always mean yelling. Since there's no point in yelling, I went with the exclamation points. "Thanks for stopping by and have a great day." (I was just practicing my service desk skills...) :)