Thursday, July 1, 2010

YOU MAKE ME FEEL (LIKE A NATURAL WOMAN)

It has definitely been a Prince, Michael Jackson, and Aretha type of day.

After getting about an hour and a half of sleep, I woke up and headed off to work.  Pointless three hour shift, but I need the monies!  I then called up Derrick and he agreed to give me a ride out to Equinox and my interview.  What a sweet man!!  I am glad there is at least one man in my life who proves to me that chivalry still exists.  The interview at Cub went great - now to just pass the drug test, which I took this afternoon!  I have never been asked to do that before.  I sort of felt gross.  Oh, well, it's over now.  Basically if I pass the test, I have the job.  Let's all pray that happens, shall we?  Thanks.  :)

I also talked to the landlord at Equinox and I'm unofficially accepted!  So no more worrying about that!  Therefore, after finally getting home around 7, I started to pack.  I was going to begin with my books, but I decided to work on the kitchen stuff first, since I definitely will not need any of that while living at home for these last 30 days (hopefully less!).  Man, do I have have a LOT of kitchen things!  On top of my microwave and coffee maker, I also have a slow cooker, a sandwich maker, a stock pot with a strainer, a spritz/cookie gun, and two kettles (one ceramic and one metal, both white).  I ALSO have about a thousand pieces of tupperware and tonight I inherited my grandmother's skillets from around 1970s era.  They are so retro.  I love it.

Basically my room is in shambles with various kitchen things scattered everywhere and I have ink all over my hands from putting dishes in newspaper.  But it's all good, because I am so happy that everything seems to be working out (PLEASE LET ME PASS THE TEST!!!!!!!!).

Tomorrow I've got the day off, so I'm going strawberry picking (which I hate, but I'm still going).  Then I plan on laying outside and getting tan and NOT burned (hopefully).

I'm currently chatting with the un-chivalrous lying boy.  I want to kick him in the balls, so this entry just took a turn for the worse.

The end.

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