Happy.

I've had a lot going on lately....

....my mom went to Spain for two weeks, leaving me in a house full of boys. Surprisingly, my dad has stepped up to the plate and has made dinner (courtesy of Costco) and even cleaned the kitchen!

....I magically was approached with a potential new job. This lady found me via one of my profiles online, and before you know it, I had a phone interview with her, followed by a real interview with the editor in chief of a magazine yesterday. I think the interview went well, minus the fact that he asked for my references and writing samples and I didn't have them. It's between me and two other people for the position and I don't have a clue what it pays, but it makes me feel good to be wanted (professionally).

....For the other job that I really want, I'm in the second round, waiting to hear if I made the third round. Apparently they aren't even looking at my writing sample until next week, so I won't know till the week after that if I made the cut. But, it makes me feel good that they only asked 10 people to submit a writing sample, and from there they are narrowing it down to 3-5 people to interview. So I'm crossing my fingers that I get an interview.

....I've been looking around for a second job. Obviously, if I get either of the new positions above, I probably won't need a second job...but I'm really far behind on my whole plan to move out and buy my own place. This girl needs to save more money for a downpayment, and a second job would be the best option. Plus, when it gets cold here, my social life drastically diminishes, so why not work instead?

....Over the weekend, I went shopping & bought a new dress at Forever 21 similar to this one and had a lovely outing with M to see the changing colors of the Aspen leaves. It still doesn't feel like Fall here yet, but once it does, I'm going to revel in all of its gloriousness because it's my favorite season of the year.


What makes you happy? Or, what's something that you'd like to share?

Fear vs Freedom

Earlier this week I attended a potluck at Floozy's house. See, I've belonged to this local media women's e-mail list serv for like three years, but have never made it to one of their monthly potlucks or weekly schmooze's. I just lurk online instead.

Of course I was the youngest person there, but I wasn't surprised by that. My other coworker had warned me already about that. I had no expectations going into it, and I have to say that I had a rather pleasant evening. Wow, I sound old. I mean, I had an evening without awkwardness.

The ladies were all nice and all of them couldn't believe that I had been at my current job for almost four years. I'm not sure if that was because I look really young, or because that's just a really long to stay at a job. Although, one of them made me feel better by telling me that she had stayed at her first job for seven years.

At one point I remarked how I want to try something else but I also don't want to jump from job to job to avoid being laid off. "Fear is a great motivator," said one lady. It got me to thinking about all of the things I'm fearful of.

I don't know when I began to let fear in, but I would like to lessen its current role. As a kid I lived without fear--I jumped off the diving board and risked it turning into a belly flop, or rolled down a hill without worrying that I'd hit my head on a rock.

I'd like to get back to that place of total freedom, but today I took a small step--I applied for three jobs. I didn't let my inner critic prevent me from submitting my cover letter, and I wasn't afraid to put down the magic number I want for my next salary. I just uploaded everything and hit the submit button. It felt good.

Letters

Dear Special Agent,

Please stop calling me cakes. At first it was cute, kind of like an inside joke, but now, it's really annoying. WTF does it even mean?? Also, I'm more excited about apple picking than I am about seeing you, because I don't even know how to act around you, much less if I really like you.

Love,

The Perpetual Flirt



Dear Bus Boy,

I saw you flirting with that girl today, don't tell me you weren't. Of course I didn't say hi, I didn't want to look like a puppy dog following your every move. I ran across the street on purpose, and kept walking away from you. Only you called, and honestly I wouldn't have answered if not for my phone that is a touch screen and malfunctioned and answered itself. I don't feel like talking, so that's why I said I was late to work. I hope I don't see you tomorrow.

Love,

Avoiding-you-like-the-plague



Dear BFF,

I'm not mad at you. I'm simply anti-social. Why? I don't know. Don't ask me. Just let me be. That's what she said.

Love,

Antisocial Girl



Dear Teachers Pet,

I hate sharing an office with you. I hate that everyone in my office loves you except for me. I don't care what you do, just don't talk with me, because I'm certainly not talking to you. That is unless I have to.

Love,

Me



Dear Asshole,

I don't know why I bother to try and make plans with you. I really don't like you anymore, and I'm forcing myself to see you. That's why I've canceled on you the past three times. I don't really want to see you at all. You+me=over.

Love,

I'm-so-not-your-girl-anymore