I realized I haven't blogged in like, three months.
HI. HOW ARE YOU.
My cat is drinking out of the water glass I have on my bed, so now I am dehydrated.
Life is still good! A little crazy, but nothing I can't handle.
I have straight As. I love saying that. Buuut, I only have three classes, so it's not a huge accomplishment or anything. But it makes me feel speshal. =K
My job is awesome. It's ridiculously challenging some days, and I'm pretty sure I have developed a new organ for patience, but I love it. =]
I always start writing these things and think I have billions of interesting stories, and witty things, but then I get to this point and i'm like "welp, I'm done."
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Happy days
The days are getting really good for me. I'm still loving my classes, and i'm doing really well in them too.
I started my job. (Well, training) and I can tell that i'm going to absolutely love it. It's exactly what I want in a job. To help people, to work with something similar in my future field, and to be paid a good amount! And I don't have to wear some dumb uniform! And it comes with bonuses, like an insurance policy I can afford!
I start Monday officially. I meet my clients, get to know them, and go from there. I would love to give more detail, but I probably won't be posting a lot of stories from work, cause I'm kinda sworn to keep a level of privacy.
I'm still going to keep up my photography business on the side. Now, if only I had a Steinway and a Vespa, I could be perfectly happy on my own!
But yeah. That about sums it up! i'm just trying to keep moving forward, and to not let the little things get me down!
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Boom Shacka Lacka
Me: 1. Procrastination: 0
Rarely happens. But today, I left my Saturday open and I designated it to "Hans Zimmer/Homework/Cleaning" day. Which I DESPERATELY needed to do. But since I've been un employed, my brain has been this giant catastrophe of worry, and I literally spent every waking second of my life job hunting.
But alas, I am employed once more!
And I seriously couldn't be happier. I have been blessed with quite possibly the best job. Ever. (Until I get my nursing degree.)
I wanted a job that allowed me to help people. I didn't want to wait until I had my degree to start making a difference in people's lives.
Unfortunately, this doesn't happen to kids my age unless you know someone, since I don't have experience and my only job has been working in a fast food restaurant.
BUT.
My dad had this client, and she started talking to him about finding people for a job, and he recommended me, so I went for an interview, and wellah!
I am now employed by Positive Purpose. Also, I keep calling it, "Positive Porpoise" which is very misleading because I don't in fact work with dolphins. I'm not sure what my title is yet, but I will be assisting disabled adults. (physical and mental)
I'm really looking forward to it, I know it's going to be a great positive experience, and will benefit others as well as me for the future.
I seriously can barely contain my excitement!
This has taken a huge weight off my shoulders. I hate uncertainty, especially with a job. I like knowing that I can afford my cell phone bill, and gas, and magical things like that.
Also, guess who beasted at homework today? This girl! Which usually doesn't happen, and I don't just sit down and do everything in one day, but i'm trying to get all of my homework done before Sundays, so I can have time to focus on the Sabbath.
So far, it's going really well!
Right now, I just sighed with relief because things are starting to work out really well.
I got my job, and I have school. I have my things to work really hard in, to benefit my future.
Yay!
I feel like I can plan the rest of my life accordingly.
Which is not true, but it feels nice to have things in order!
Rarely happens. But today, I left my Saturday open and I designated it to "Hans Zimmer/Homework/Cleaning" day. Which I DESPERATELY needed to do. But since I've been un employed, my brain has been this giant catastrophe of worry, and I literally spent every waking second of my life job hunting.
But alas, I am employed once more!
And I seriously couldn't be happier. I have been blessed with quite possibly the best job. Ever. (Until I get my nursing degree.)
I wanted a job that allowed me to help people. I didn't want to wait until I had my degree to start making a difference in people's lives.
Unfortunately, this doesn't happen to kids my age unless you know someone, since I don't have experience and my only job has been working in a fast food restaurant.
BUT.
My dad had this client, and she started talking to him about finding people for a job, and he recommended me, so I went for an interview, and wellah!
I am now employed by Positive Purpose. Also, I keep calling it, "Positive Porpoise" which is very misleading because I don't in fact work with dolphins. I'm not sure what my title is yet, but I will be assisting disabled adults. (physical and mental)
I'm really looking forward to it, I know it's going to be a great positive experience, and will benefit others as well as me for the future.
I seriously can barely contain my excitement!
This has taken a huge weight off my shoulders. I hate uncertainty, especially with a job. I like knowing that I can afford my cell phone bill, and gas, and magical things like that.
Also, guess who beasted at homework today? This girl! Which usually doesn't happen, and I don't just sit down and do everything in one day, but i'm trying to get all of my homework done before Sundays, so I can have time to focus on the Sabbath.
So far, it's going really well!
Right now, I just sighed with relief because things are starting to work out really well.
I got my job, and I have school. I have my things to work really hard in, to benefit my future.
Yay!
I feel like I can plan the rest of my life accordingly.
Which is not true, but it feels nice to have things in order!
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Quite possibly the weirdest twenty minutes of my life.
If that title doesn't explain it, I don't know what will.
Tonight was my childhood development class. I was especially excited for that class, because occasionally, i'm around a kid and i'm like "What the heck do I do to make him/her like me?"
Plus, I will have little Mallys someday, and it will be cool to know how to parent them better.
I freak out trying to get to class, even though I know exactly where it is, and i'm leaving my house an hour early, when school is fifteen minutes away. No doubt a gift from my mother.
I got into class around 5:20, and already something is weird. There is a girl talking to herself, in Spanish, in the creepiest voice I have ever heard in my life. It was part whisper, part Batman, part evil creature in any sci-fi movie.
"She's on the phone," I think and sit down in my usual, "I want to be in the front but not too near the front" seat.
Then I notice no phone. No headphones. She is looking around the room whispering things, asking herself questions in English, answering them in Spanish. I stealth videotaped 30 seconds of it. (I'm terrible, I know.) If I can find a way to post it, I will.
So, I decide to distract myself. I'm the type of person where my face cannot hide what I'm really thinking. If i'm sad, my eyes water. If i'm judging someone's lack of clothing, there is full attitude on my face. It's a terrible curse.
So then she talks to me.
"What do you collect?"
"Uh....I don't collect anything."
"I collect watches."
"Oh, that is really cool!"
"Yeah. There are 12 different bugs I like to collect."
"That's..good..."
"So do you do anything?"
"Uhhhhh..I play the piano?"
"Oh thats cool. Do you take music classes at BC?"
"I'm taking a guitar class."
"Oh, so you don't know music."
"..Yeah." (False. I play a select few guitar songs. And I play them like nobody's business.)
"What do you think of today's music and how it reflects in today's society?"
"Um, it's...good. Lots of..computer...stuff."
"Yeah. And lots of rappers."
"Yeah.."
"So. You look young. 23?"
"No, i'm 19."
"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." (I am not exaggerating the ha's here.)
She continued. I sat in silence.
"You look so young. So small."
"Thank you."
"Really small."
"Thanks."
"But pretty."
"Thank you."
And then three students walked in and it stopped. WEIRDEST. 20 MINUTES. OF. MY. LIFE.
Tonight was my childhood development class. I was especially excited for that class, because occasionally, i'm around a kid and i'm like "What the heck do I do to make him/her like me?"
Plus, I will have little Mallys someday, and it will be cool to know how to parent them better.
I freak out trying to get to class, even though I know exactly where it is, and i'm leaving my house an hour early, when school is fifteen minutes away. No doubt a gift from my mother.
I got into class around 5:20, and already something is weird. There is a girl talking to herself, in Spanish, in the creepiest voice I have ever heard in my life. It was part whisper, part Batman, part evil creature in any sci-fi movie.
"She's on the phone," I think and sit down in my usual, "I want to be in the front but not too near the front" seat.
Then I notice no phone. No headphones. She is looking around the room whispering things, asking herself questions in English, answering them in Spanish. I stealth videotaped 30 seconds of it. (I'm terrible, I know.) If I can find a way to post it, I will.
So, I decide to distract myself. I'm the type of person where my face cannot hide what I'm really thinking. If i'm sad, my eyes water. If i'm judging someone's lack of clothing, there is full attitude on my face. It's a terrible curse.
So then she talks to me.
"What do you collect?"
"Uh....I don't collect anything."
"I collect watches."
"Oh, that is really cool!"
"Yeah. There are 12 different bugs I like to collect."
"That's..good..."
"So do you do anything?"
"Uhhhhh..I play the piano?"
"Oh thats cool. Do you take music classes at BC?"
"I'm taking a guitar class."
"Oh, so you don't know music."
"..Yeah." (False. I play a select few guitar songs. And I play them like nobody's business.)
"What do you think of today's music and how it reflects in today's society?"
"Um, it's...good. Lots of..computer...stuff."
"Yeah. And lots of rappers."
"Yeah.."
"So. You look young. 23?"
"No, i'm 19."
"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." (I am not exaggerating the ha's here.)
She continued. I sat in silence.
"You look so young. So small."
"Thank you."
"Really small."
"Thanks."
"But pretty."
"Thank you."
And then three students walked in and it stopped. WEIRDEST. 20 MINUTES. OF. MY. LIFE.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
My mom
My mom is adorable.
She has finally found a project she loves to sew, and stays up late doing it.
I like seeing her this happy. She has always wanted to start a business, or be a fashion designer (For Disney, of course =D)
And so even though she's not making Princess dresses, she found a hobby she loves.
Which means weekend trips to the LA fabric district, (Which means guitar shops for my dad, that's a plus)
And she comes in my room after every trip to the fabric store and shows me everything she bought. And is so excited about it!
I guess I really like seeing my mom happy.
It's also funny to hear "mom-isms" while she sews. I'll hear a random victory cheer sometimes.
My family isn't SUPER close, like call each other on weekends, know lots of details about your every day life kind of close, but I still find comfort in other things. I'm a lot like my parents, which at sometimes, SUCKS. (socks and sandals, dad? You KNOW that's wrong.) but I see the great people they are a lot of the time, and it's nice to know I might not turn out so bad.
Not that I would turn out so bad, I guess it's just a common fear.
I like coming home from work to hear my mom's sewing machine going, and the Dodger's game on in the next room, accompanied by a bass line from the 70s.
These are happy sounds in my house.
In other non sentimental news, I killed a cockroach today. I was very proud. However, then mother nature took my baby birds.
I was literally heart broken! Those birds were my babies! I checked on them every day, and they had names, and they made cute cheeping sounds, and now they're dead.
I'm also a tad sick, so if I start writing lyrics comparable to The Beatles, i'm not high, or a genius or in a yellow submarine or anything, I have a fever. And it's not fun, especially since I work outdoors.
She has finally found a project she loves to sew, and stays up late doing it.
I like seeing her this happy. She has always wanted to start a business, or be a fashion designer (For Disney, of course =D)
And so even though she's not making Princess dresses, she found a hobby she loves.
Which means weekend trips to the LA fabric district, (Which means guitar shops for my dad, that's a plus)
And she comes in my room after every trip to the fabric store and shows me everything she bought. And is so excited about it!
I guess I really like seeing my mom happy.
It's also funny to hear "mom-isms" while she sews. I'll hear a random victory cheer sometimes.
My family isn't SUPER close, like call each other on weekends, know lots of details about your every day life kind of close, but I still find comfort in other things. I'm a lot like my parents, which at sometimes, SUCKS. (socks and sandals, dad? You KNOW that's wrong.) but I see the great people they are a lot of the time, and it's nice to know I might not turn out so bad.
Not that I would turn out so bad, I guess it's just a common fear.
I like coming home from work to hear my mom's sewing machine going, and the Dodger's game on in the next room, accompanied by a bass line from the 70s.
These are happy sounds in my house.
In other non sentimental news, I killed a cockroach today. I was very proud. However, then mother nature took my baby birds.
I was literally heart broken! Those birds were my babies! I checked on them every day, and they had names, and they made cute cheeping sounds, and now they're dead.
I'm also a tad sick, so if I start writing lyrics comparable to The Beatles, i'm not high, or a genius or in a yellow submarine or anything, I have a fever. And it's not fun, especially since I work outdoors.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Stranger Danger
Not really. There was no danger. Just a stranger.
My best friend started working at River's End after me. People get us mixed up sometimes, despite the fact we look absolutely nothing alike. So yesterday, when I had the following conversation, hilarity ensued.
"Christy, right?"
"No, Mallory."
"Natalie? I was way off."
"It's actually MALLORY."
"Ohhh, Valerie. Sorry."
"...Can I help you?"
"I spoke to you on the phone yesterday."
"That was actually my best friend, she works here too."
"No, it was you."
...Well, Ok.
My best friend started working at River's End after me. People get us mixed up sometimes, despite the fact we look absolutely nothing alike. So yesterday, when I had the following conversation, hilarity ensued.
"Christy, right?"
"No, Mallory."
"Natalie? I was way off."
"It's actually MALLORY."
"Ohhh, Valerie. Sorry."
"...Can I help you?"
"I spoke to you on the phone yesterday."
"That was actually my best friend, she works here too."
"No, it was you."
...Well, Ok.
Monday, June 11, 2012
Hospice Interview
The interview went SO well.
Pretty much the best interview ever.
Then again, I've only been interviewed a handful of times.
There was my tech theater job...
It went like this,
"Hi! I'm Mally. I'd like to work for you."
"Well, Mally, would you actually work? Or are you interested in a class to text in?"
"I'd actually work."
"I believe that. You start tomorrow."
My Chick Fil A interview, where my boss just wanted to make sure I didn't throw rocks at children or anything. (His exact words..=])
My Massage Receptionist interview, which I butchered. I was doing awesome until he said he'd call within a couple of days if I got the job. I winked and said, "Well I look forward to hearing from you." I still shake my head. Worst. Ever.
The American Eagle interview, when she lost my application, interviewed me right in front of the speakers and where she told me I was hired and then never called me again. (Still don't know what happened.)
My River's End Rafting interview was like, "Hey so...I know that you're awesome...so...why don't you just work here?"
I also met the General Manager at Applebee's tonight...in a public bathroom. I thought, "Hey, why not?" and asked how often they hire. I actually got really positive feedback.
I think it's pretty much fair game in that situation, because we were stall neighbors, and I didn't fart loudly or anything. Those kinds of things can have a say.
My interview for Hoffman went really smoothly. Easiest person to talk to in the world, greatest staff in the world, she told me she really thinks i'm cut out for this type of work and...I start training next Thursday! =D
It was really easy to answer all the questions once I remembered that I actually wanted to be there.
I was imagining how I'd do with places I DIDN'T want to work at.
Like I pictured myself at a McDonald's interview.
"Why do YOU want to work at McDonald's?"
"I don't. I'm broke and I have bills to pay. Your food isn't real, your ice cream machine breaks at the worst times (does anyone else have this problem?) and people sue you for anything. " Does anyone WANT to work at McDonald's? What CAN people say?
"I enjoy that your service is average, that your chicken nuggets are only 50% real chicken and that as a team we're making America obese."
Anyway. That was my rant. ^_^
Pretty much the best interview ever.
Then again, I've only been interviewed a handful of times.
There was my tech theater job...
It went like this,
"Hi! I'm Mally. I'd like to work for you."
"Well, Mally, would you actually work? Or are you interested in a class to text in?"
"I'd actually work."
"I believe that. You start tomorrow."
My Chick Fil A interview, where my boss just wanted to make sure I didn't throw rocks at children or anything. (His exact words..=])
My Massage Receptionist interview, which I butchered. I was doing awesome until he said he'd call within a couple of days if I got the job. I winked and said, "Well I look forward to hearing from you." I still shake my head. Worst. Ever.
The American Eagle interview, when she lost my application, interviewed me right in front of the speakers and where she told me I was hired and then never called me again. (Still don't know what happened.)
My River's End Rafting interview was like, "Hey so...I know that you're awesome...so...why don't you just work here?"
I also met the General Manager at Applebee's tonight...in a public bathroom. I thought, "Hey, why not?" and asked how often they hire. I actually got really positive feedback.
I think it's pretty much fair game in that situation, because we were stall neighbors, and I didn't fart loudly or anything. Those kinds of things can have a say.
My interview for Hoffman went really smoothly. Easiest person to talk to in the world, greatest staff in the world, she told me she really thinks i'm cut out for this type of work and...I start training next Thursday! =D
It was really easy to answer all the questions once I remembered that I actually wanted to be there.
I was imagining how I'd do with places I DIDN'T want to work at.
Like I pictured myself at a McDonald's interview.
"Why do YOU want to work at McDonald's?"
"I don't. I'm broke and I have bills to pay. Your food isn't real, your ice cream machine breaks at the worst times (does anyone else have this problem?) and people sue you for anything. " Does anyone WANT to work at McDonald's? What CAN people say?
"I enjoy that your service is average, that your chicken nuggets are only 50% real chicken and that as a team we're making America obese."
Anyway. That was my rant. ^_^
Sunday, June 10, 2012
A bit accomplished
I have officially submitted my application for the Hoffman Hospice volunteer program!
I have also worked a 30+ hour week,
Managed to keep my room (somewhat) clean
Oh, and booked my FIRST wedding! (photog)
It's one of my best friend's, and it's for free so I don't know if that really counts...
but I have to start somewhere!
My interview with Hoffman is tomorrow at 2.
I am also Job Replacement hunting.
My job is too easy for me and i've worked there for a grand total of 3 weeks.
Plus, i'm not really working TOWARD anything, like a promotion.
Today I went to 5th ward for church and sat with Alicia, Shem and Luke. Luke is 10 months now and when he saw me, he smiled and crawled straight into my arms. It was the cutest thing that has happened in my life in a really long time. I wish Ben and Rosa lived closer so I could be one of those "involved" aunts.
I just wanted to give a little update on my life!
I have also worked a 30+ hour week,
Managed to keep my room (somewhat) clean
Oh, and booked my FIRST wedding! (photog)
It's one of my best friend's, and it's for free so I don't know if that really counts...
but I have to start somewhere!
My interview with Hoffman is tomorrow at 2.
I am also Job Replacement hunting.
My job is too easy for me and i've worked there for a grand total of 3 weeks.
Plus, i'm not really working TOWARD anything, like a promotion.
Today I went to 5th ward for church and sat with Alicia, Shem and Luke. Luke is 10 months now and when he saw me, he smiled and crawled straight into my arms. It was the cutest thing that has happened in my life in a really long time. I wish Ben and Rosa lived closer so I could be one of those "involved" aunts.
I just wanted to give a little update on my life!
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Tuesday.
I may just start blogging every day. My life is that exciting lately.
Today, I got my first ever manicure and pedicure. I had avoided them for so long, because they cost money, people are touching your feet, and I just feel prissy sitting there. Someone's job is to clean my feet, to make them pretty. I just feel bad and I don't know why!
So of course, I had to have the weirdest experience ever going for my first time.
I walk in. I am greeted by a lady with a thick Chinese accent. I am determined to only get a pedicure. (I had a coupon. =D)
She pokes my nails. She tells me to get a "Gel Manicure" Whatever that is.
She basically tells me it's awesome. I say no thank you.
She says regular manicure is 10 dollars.
I said "uhhh."
She said "Only ten dollars!"
"Uhhm..."
"..For a manicure!"
"Yeah, but I still don't-"
"Only ten dollars for a manicure!"
"Ok..."
So out come two DUDES. Dudes will be working on my hands and toes today. I feel super weird. Also, they are totally going to judge my feet.
They put me in a chair. Surprise! it's a massage chair, and the greatest thing ever invented. I start to feel like a princess. Weird for me.
I would not be a very good princess.
There is a foot bath. I asked a ridiculously stupid question,
"So I just...put my feet in? In this thing?"
and I did and it was also kind of awesome.
But STILL. there is a guy on my right pushing back my cuticles, (I learned new words today!) and a guy sawing my toenails (I don't know how else to put that.)
Also, I notice there is a guy in front of me getting a manicure.
What.
Also, another guy walks in and asks for a manicure.
I was questioning if I was in some sort of Gay Salon or something. I wasn't. Apparently this is normal.
They painted them pink! And it's adorable. And gave me weird not-flip flops.
And I didn't know where to look.
Do I watch them?
Do I watch the manly manicure men?
Also, they massaged my arm. Also strange.
Do I inform them that this is strange?
Do I ask them why they are massaging my arm?
Am I probably overt thinking things? (Yes)
Today, I got my first ever manicure and pedicure. I had avoided them for so long, because they cost money, people are touching your feet, and I just feel prissy sitting there. Someone's job is to clean my feet, to make them pretty. I just feel bad and I don't know why!
So of course, I had to have the weirdest experience ever going for my first time.
I walk in. I am greeted by a lady with a thick Chinese accent. I am determined to only get a pedicure. (I had a coupon. =D)
She pokes my nails. She tells me to get a "Gel Manicure" Whatever that is.
She basically tells me it's awesome. I say no thank you.
She says regular manicure is 10 dollars.
I said "uhhh."
She said "Only ten dollars!"
"Uhhm..."
"..For a manicure!"
"Yeah, but I still don't-"
"Only ten dollars for a manicure!"
"Ok..."
So out come two DUDES. Dudes will be working on my hands and toes today. I feel super weird. Also, they are totally going to judge my feet.
They put me in a chair. Surprise! it's a massage chair, and the greatest thing ever invented. I start to feel like a princess. Weird for me.
I would not be a very good princess.
There is a foot bath. I asked a ridiculously stupid question,
"So I just...put my feet in? In this thing?"
and I did and it was also kind of awesome.
But STILL. there is a guy on my right pushing back my cuticles, (I learned new words today!) and a guy sawing my toenails (I don't know how else to put that.)
Also, I notice there is a guy in front of me getting a manicure.
What.
Also, another guy walks in and asks for a manicure.
I was questioning if I was in some sort of Gay Salon or something. I wasn't. Apparently this is normal.
They painted them pink! And it's adorable. And gave me weird not-flip flops.
And I didn't know where to look.
Do I watch them?
Do I watch the manly manicure men?
Also, they massaged my arm. Also strange.
Do I inform them that this is strange?
Do I ask them why they are massaging my arm?
Am I probably overt thinking things? (Yes)
Yamaca Man and the Never Ending Sea of Questions
Sounds like a book, right?
My life has been completed! John Mayer and Regina Spektor released new albums is the same month. Pretty much nothing can destroy me.
Today is Monday! (actually it's Tuesday. I had to save Monday as a draft and now it's Tuesday) And it has been eventful and it's not even over yet. (it's over now.)
I woke up. I made that delicious scrambled egg thing that I make. (Thank you, Alex)
I worked from 9-3.
I made my eye appointment.
I made my appointment for an interview with Hoffman Hospice. (remind me my interview is next Monday)
I ordered lunch for everyone.
I got snarked at by stupid Joe with a mustache, who thinks I sit around and do nothing all day.
Let me tell you more about my job. (Im talking to you, Snarky Joe with a Mustache.)
I am the first to arrive. I set up my store, clean my store, stock everything, take the guides orders for lunch, and a few people trickle in, the ones going rafting. So I discover none of them brought release forms, so I give them those while answering every 5 million of their questions ranging from
"Where's the river?" to "How much is everything in this store? I am going to ask how much everything is individually instead of reading the 'Prices' sign. Then i'm going to inform you that YOU, personally, Mallory Jane Gardner, that everything costs too much. Then I will grumpily buy something that I would never in a million years think to bring, like, Sunscreen! And be mad at you because you obviously made the prices and aren't just an employee. Also, can I have ice cream?" (I stretched that one. A little.)
While everyone is getting life jackets, I am running around getting lunch orders. Then when they leave, I sweep, pick up all the life jackets that Snarky Joe with a Mustache left on the floor. I clean all the tables, check my inventory, water the plants, de cob-web pretty much everything with corners, cut stickers, stock the porter potties, (and clean them as much as I can...or can handle) sweep the warehouse, clean the mirror above the sink, sometimes paint areas on my desk, or parts of the warehouse, just making sure everything is spick and span.
I am the last to leave.
And that ^ is not a complaint. I love to work, and I always want to find things to improve, or more things I can do. And yes, it is WAY more relaxed then Chick Fil A. And I really miss that part. I've always liked working, staying busy, and proving myself. It's just proof that Snarky Joe with a Mustache needs to butt out. He gets paid more then me, and it's also none of his or his mustache's business.
I still do things the Chick Fil A way. I will take one thirty for my lunch, and a ten minute break later on.
SO TAKE THAT SNARKY JOE WITH A MUSTACHE.
(I dislike your snarky ways. And your mustache.)
sorry to T-Swift on y'all. But that is my pet peeve. I have three pet peeves. And snarky Joes with mustaches are one of them.
Hoffman
If they hire me as a volunteer, it will mean that I will be visiting people, comforting them, counseling them, pretty much just to keep them happy and cared for. (It's end of life care, not just including senior citizens. Im so looking forward to it!) Expect a LOT of blog posts on patients if I get hired. =]
At said work, there was a group of 9 Jewish people. (First time seeing someone wear a Yamaca in real life, and not as a joke. Last week I saw a nun at a movie theater. Also first time. She probably saw that new Daniel Radcliffe movie.)
Not that this should be news. But it is.
I went to Alex's. This just equals adventure. (Also included is Deemus, Michelle and Steven Whyte.
His van broke down, and once we jump started it we drove around for like, two hours. We ended up running around (literally) down town at night, "jumping off" of buildings and yelling, "PARKOUR!" to make us cool.
Also, Alex likes to take "short cuts" which to all the passengers means, "Drive around residential neighborhoods instead of main streets, thinking it's quicker. " It's not. So all of us ran round lamp posts, benches, and pretty much everything yelling, "SHORT CUT!"
I had a dance off with Deemus. And I lost! Terribly!
And it was a splendid, splendid Monday.
My life has been completed! John Mayer and Regina Spektor released new albums is the same month. Pretty much nothing can destroy me.
Today is Monday! (actually it's Tuesday. I had to save Monday as a draft and now it's Tuesday) And it has been eventful and it's not even over yet. (it's over now.)
I woke up. I made that delicious scrambled egg thing that I make. (Thank you, Alex)
I worked from 9-3.
I made my eye appointment.
I made my appointment for an interview with Hoffman Hospice. (remind me my interview is next Monday)
I ordered lunch for everyone.
I got snarked at by stupid Joe with a mustache, who thinks I sit around and do nothing all day.
Let me tell you more about my job. (Im talking to you, Snarky Joe with a Mustache.)
I am the first to arrive. I set up my store, clean my store, stock everything, take the guides orders for lunch, and a few people trickle in, the ones going rafting. So I discover none of them brought release forms, so I give them those while answering every 5 million of their questions ranging from
"Where's the river?" to "How much is everything in this store? I am going to ask how much everything is individually instead of reading the 'Prices' sign. Then i'm going to inform you that YOU, personally, Mallory Jane Gardner, that everything costs too much. Then I will grumpily buy something that I would never in a million years think to bring, like, Sunscreen! And be mad at you because you obviously made the prices and aren't just an employee. Also, can I have ice cream?" (I stretched that one. A little.)
While everyone is getting life jackets, I am running around getting lunch orders. Then when they leave, I sweep, pick up all the life jackets that Snarky Joe with a Mustache left on the floor. I clean all the tables, check my inventory, water the plants, de cob-web pretty much everything with corners, cut stickers, stock the porter potties, (and clean them as much as I can...or can handle) sweep the warehouse, clean the mirror above the sink, sometimes paint areas on my desk, or parts of the warehouse, just making sure everything is spick and span.
I am the last to leave.
And that ^ is not a complaint. I love to work, and I always want to find things to improve, or more things I can do. And yes, it is WAY more relaxed then Chick Fil A. And I really miss that part. I've always liked working, staying busy, and proving myself. It's just proof that Snarky Joe with a Mustache needs to butt out. He gets paid more then me, and it's also none of his or his mustache's business.
I still do things the Chick Fil A way. I will take one thirty for my lunch, and a ten minute break later on.
SO TAKE THAT SNARKY JOE WITH A MUSTACHE.
(I dislike your snarky ways. And your mustache.)
sorry to T-Swift on y'all. But that is my pet peeve. I have three pet peeves. And snarky Joes with mustaches are one of them.
Hoffman
If they hire me as a volunteer, it will mean that I will be visiting people, comforting them, counseling them, pretty much just to keep them happy and cared for. (It's end of life care, not just including senior citizens. Im so looking forward to it!) Expect a LOT of blog posts on patients if I get hired. =]
At said work, there was a group of 9 Jewish people. (First time seeing someone wear a Yamaca in real life, and not as a joke. Last week I saw a nun at a movie theater. Also first time. She probably saw that new Daniel Radcliffe movie.)
Not that this should be news. But it is.
I went to Alex's. This just equals adventure. (Also included is Deemus, Michelle and Steven Whyte.
His van broke down, and once we jump started it we drove around for like, two hours. We ended up running around (literally) down town at night, "jumping off" of buildings and yelling, "PARKOUR!" to make us cool.
Also, Alex likes to take "short cuts" which to all the passengers means, "Drive around residential neighborhoods instead of main streets, thinking it's quicker. " It's not. So all of us ran round lamp posts, benches, and pretty much everything yelling, "SHORT CUT!"
I had a dance off with Deemus. And I lost! Terribly!
And it was a splendid, splendid Monday.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
New Job
So, my new job.
There's always a breeze,which is a blessing and a curse and it's absolutely gorgeous. We're centered in an orchard, so there's rows of trees surrounded by soft looking hills, and big blue skies with fluffy clouds.
There is Boyd the bus driver. I order him a Diet Dr Pepper every day. (I was informed I must do this on my first day) and then at some point during the day he leaves a cookie on my desk without saying anything, just a smile and heads off to do bus driver-y things.
My desk has wheels, and is blue, my favorite color.
There are baby birds in a nest right by my desk. I am quite fond of them. Sometimes when it's uber slow I stand and look at them for a wile. They are so small and adorable! Plus there's this one bird that just looks at me, and he has little feathers, and little eyes, and a little beak, and and I love animals.
There are also snakes. I have never seen said snakes, but I know they are around, and have not seen them in the wild yet, but when I do, I know i'll yelp or something.
(Earlier today I screamed because I thought I saw a roach. It was a feather. I'm very easily startled)
My boss is a really nice guy. We have the radio going all day, and "Don't Stop Believing" came on. I was cleaning the display part of the store and he comes out of the office and yells, "Hey! DON"T stop believing, alright?"
He reminds me of some of my managers at Chick Fil A.
I'm starting my second job today! FoodEx, my boss's other company. I will be an oh so glamorous delivery driver. Which is fine my be, because I love driving, and music, and both of them combined is one happy Mally.
I'm also starting volunteer work at Hoffman Hospice. (Pretty much my dream job, only i'm doing it for free for the time being)
It's a six week training program, then i'll volunteer two nights a week.
I'm really looking forward to it! I know it will be a really incredible experience.
And, this is my life right now. Nothing too crazy, just kind of comfortable. =]
There's always a breeze,which is a blessing and a curse and it's absolutely gorgeous. We're centered in an orchard, so there's rows of trees surrounded by soft looking hills, and big blue skies with fluffy clouds.
There is Boyd the bus driver. I order him a Diet Dr Pepper every day. (I was informed I must do this on my first day) and then at some point during the day he leaves a cookie on my desk without saying anything, just a smile and heads off to do bus driver-y things.
My desk has wheels, and is blue, my favorite color.
There are baby birds in a nest right by my desk. I am quite fond of them. Sometimes when it's uber slow I stand and look at them for a wile. They are so small and adorable! Plus there's this one bird that just looks at me, and he has little feathers, and little eyes, and a little beak, and and I love animals.
There are also snakes. I have never seen said snakes, but I know they are around, and have not seen them in the wild yet, but when I do, I know i'll yelp or something.
(Earlier today I screamed because I thought I saw a roach. It was a feather. I'm very easily startled)
My boss is a really nice guy. We have the radio going all day, and "Don't Stop Believing" came on. I was cleaning the display part of the store and he comes out of the office and yells, "Hey! DON"T stop believing, alright?"
He reminds me of some of my managers at Chick Fil A.
I'm starting my second job today! FoodEx, my boss's other company. I will be an oh so glamorous delivery driver. Which is fine my be, because I love driving, and music, and both of them combined is one happy Mally.
I'm also starting volunteer work at Hoffman Hospice. (Pretty much my dream job, only i'm doing it for free for the time being)
It's a six week training program, then i'll volunteer two nights a week.
I'm really looking forward to it! I know it will be a really incredible experience.
And, this is my life right now. Nothing too crazy, just kind of comfortable. =]
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Summertime
Technically, I have two finals until summertime.
But I just looked my anthropology notes over once more, and felt glorious. Im sure Philosophy will be great too.
This summer, I want to get a lot accomplished.
Some of them productive, some of them not, but here they are:
1. Eat snow cones.
2. Make snow cones.
3. Record at least one song with Steven Whyte
4. Have a barbecue
5. Swim. A lot.
6. Have a picnic
7. Do something art related
8. Plan on starting my photography biz
9. Start taking piano lessons again
10. Get a "glow." I don't actually want to get a tan. I just want to be slightly less white so that I look like a normal human being.
11. Find a new job.
12. Go camping
13. Go to a concert.
14. Go fishing.
15. Do something volunteer related.
16. Plant some things.
17. Learn how to skateboard/longboard.
18. Finish Dr. Who and Lost. (lol lost)
19. Lay in a hammock.
20. Read good books.
So far, this is what i have. I am terribly excited.
But I just looked my anthropology notes over once more, and felt glorious. Im sure Philosophy will be great too.
This summer, I want to get a lot accomplished.
Some of them productive, some of them not, but here they are:
1. Eat snow cones.
2. Make snow cones.
3. Record at least one song with Steven Whyte
4. Have a barbecue
5. Swim. A lot.
6. Have a picnic
7. Do something art related
8. Plan on starting my photography biz
9. Start taking piano lessons again
10. Get a "glow." I don't actually want to get a tan. I just want to be slightly less white so that I look like a normal human being.
11. Find a new job.
12. Go camping
13. Go to a concert.
14. Go fishing.
15. Do something volunteer related.
16. Plant some things.
17. Learn how to skateboard/longboard.
18. Finish Dr. Who and Lost. (lol lost)
19. Lay in a hammock.
20. Read good books.
So far, this is what i have. I am terribly excited.
Monday, May 7, 2012
A typical conversation between a Malloty and a Steven
(Over him not letting me pay for my own lunch -.-)
Me: Let me be woman for once and assert my independence!!
Him: Why do you want to be a feminist?
Me: Being independent does not make you a feminist...you are such a man...
Him: If I let you be independent next you'll be asking for rights and suffrage.
Me: =O I'm going to burn my bras at you...
Sunday, May 6, 2012
A very eventful birthday
I am now officially 19 which means.....pretty much nothing has changed.
I feel like 20 will be much more dramatic. In fact, i'm kind of already freaking out. 20 is halfway to 40. Which isn't old, but for the next 20 years, i'll be having a career, getting married, having kids... It feels kind of crazy to think about, but I look forward to it.
Disneyland was so amazing. I kind of turn into a 5 year old (Without the screaming and kicking when I get tired)
And so everything was pretty much magical. I went to City Hall and got a Birthday button, and the cast members would wish me happy birthday on rides and stuff. It was really awesome!
On my way to Space Mountain, a Cast Member says "It's your birthday? Here's some bubbles." and shot them out of a gun toward me. Best thing ever,
Even random people in line would wish me a happy birthday.
I've never had that many people wish me a happy birthday like that.
We ate at Ariel's Grotto, which was super fancy. I have never eaten anything that fancy before. And delicious!
We saw the World of Color, and it was the coolest, most amazing and magical thing I have seen in my entire life. Seriously, if you go to Disneyland/California Adventure, you NEED to see that. It's a NEED.
We got to go on Indiana Jones twice in a row, which is pretty much my favorite ride.
We went on Splash Mountain twice, at the end of the day when it was freezing. (I got drenched x. D)
Star Tours is also my favorite ride.
Pretty much everything there is my favorite, and I want to go pretty much every day.
But as some of you heard, on the way back I was in a car accident.
I was asleep when it happened, I woke up because Steven was yelling my name. I could hear the car swerving out of control. I hit my head on the dashboard pretty hard, and I dont really remember when the car came to a stop. Steven kept asking if I was okay, and I kept saying I was fine.
I was really confused as to what was going on, how it happened. I asked what was going to happen, where we were going to go go and he said that his car was really messed up. I looked out the front of the dashboard and could see the front of the hood bent up
We sat there trying to find his phone when I realized how badly my head was in pain. I remember holding my eye because it felt like my whole head was buzzing. Steven hadn't realized I hit my head and asked why I was holding my eye. When I told him he got really really worried. We prayed after we realized how lucky we were.
I noticed his shirt, it was covered in what looked like blood. So then I started freaking out, but it was just hot chocolate.
It turns out Steven had fallen asleep at the wheel, and when he woke up the car was going out of control, and he hit a dirt barrier.
I wasn't wearing my seatbelt.
If the car had flipped, or we had hit anything else other then dirt, there is a strong chance that I would not be sitting here writing it right now.
Which is really insane to think about. My parents are really happy that they're not planning my funeral right now.
It's kind of ironic to think about. Just the day before I had completed my assignment that required me to plan my funeral, write my obituary, write my will.
And it was ironic because we were coming from the happiest place on earth.
Im still so grateful im not in the hospital, or he's not in the hospital.
I got home around 6:30, and started my first day at my new job around 8:30.
Its a really great job. Im so excited for it! I was basically thrown into doing everything, and my boss was really impressed with how quickly I caught on. Which is great because I had been awake for 24 hours straight, and in a car accident, and well you get the picture.
My eye is a little swollen, and im a little sore, but other then that, im completely fine.
Thank you all for the concern and prayers!
I feel like 20 will be much more dramatic. In fact, i'm kind of already freaking out. 20 is halfway to 40. Which isn't old, but for the next 20 years, i'll be having a career, getting married, having kids... It feels kind of crazy to think about, but I look forward to it.
Disneyland was so amazing. I kind of turn into a 5 year old (Without the screaming and kicking when I get tired)
And so everything was pretty much magical. I went to City Hall and got a Birthday button, and the cast members would wish me happy birthday on rides and stuff. It was really awesome!
On my way to Space Mountain, a Cast Member says "It's your birthday? Here's some bubbles." and shot them out of a gun toward me. Best thing ever,
Even random people in line would wish me a happy birthday.
I've never had that many people wish me a happy birthday like that.
We ate at Ariel's Grotto, which was super fancy. I have never eaten anything that fancy before. And delicious!
We saw the World of Color, and it was the coolest, most amazing and magical thing I have seen in my entire life. Seriously, if you go to Disneyland/California Adventure, you NEED to see that. It's a NEED.
We got to go on Indiana Jones twice in a row, which is pretty much my favorite ride.
We went on Splash Mountain twice, at the end of the day when it was freezing. (I got drenched x. D)
Star Tours is also my favorite ride.
Pretty much everything there is my favorite, and I want to go pretty much every day.
But as some of you heard, on the way back I was in a car accident.
I was asleep when it happened, I woke up because Steven was yelling my name. I could hear the car swerving out of control. I hit my head on the dashboard pretty hard, and I dont really remember when the car came to a stop. Steven kept asking if I was okay, and I kept saying I was fine.
I was really confused as to what was going on, how it happened. I asked what was going to happen, where we were going to go go and he said that his car was really messed up. I looked out the front of the dashboard and could see the front of the hood bent up
We sat there trying to find his phone when I realized how badly my head was in pain. I remember holding my eye because it felt like my whole head was buzzing. Steven hadn't realized I hit my head and asked why I was holding my eye. When I told him he got really really worried. We prayed after we realized how lucky we were.
I noticed his shirt, it was covered in what looked like blood. So then I started freaking out, but it was just hot chocolate.
It turns out Steven had fallen asleep at the wheel, and when he woke up the car was going out of control, and he hit a dirt barrier.
I wasn't wearing my seatbelt.
If the car had flipped, or we had hit anything else other then dirt, there is a strong chance that I would not be sitting here writing it right now.
Which is really insane to think about. My parents are really happy that they're not planning my funeral right now.
It's kind of ironic to think about. Just the day before I had completed my assignment that required me to plan my funeral, write my obituary, write my will.
And it was ironic because we were coming from the happiest place on earth.
Im still so grateful im not in the hospital, or he's not in the hospital.
I got home around 6:30, and started my first day at my new job around 8:30.
Its a really great job. Im so excited for it! I was basically thrown into doing everything, and my boss was really impressed with how quickly I caught on. Which is great because I had been awake for 24 hours straight, and in a car accident, and well you get the picture.
My eye is a little swollen, and im a little sore, but other then that, im completely fine.
Thank you all for the concern and prayers!
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
People are funny.
People really are funny. In fact, they are pretty hysterical.
I have been thinking about that a lot recently. Mostly reminiscing about some of the stranger customers I got while I worked at Chick Fil A.
One of them that came to mind was a lady that forgot to order no whipped cream on her shake.
I had already put whipped cream on her shake, but I let her know I could easily take it off, or remake it if she wanted me to.
She instructed me to remake it, and told me I had to because she was allergic to dairy.
I informed her that our MILKshakes are dairy based. She said,
"Oh, that's okay. I can have that. I just can't have the whipped cream."
I nodded and remade the shake. To this day I'm still confused.
A lot of people often mistake us for Vitamin Shop, which is right next door, and our drive thru wraps around it. I can kinda see why, but when someone ordered a "Veinte Caramel Frappacino" and Starbucks was a street over, down the street I was a little concerned for the person driving the car.
There was the time where someone gave me 42 pennies, the time someone got out of the car in the Drive Thru and ran away because there was a bug, (she REFUSED to get the bug out, so I walked outside, and around and got it out for her xD)
There was the guy who came every Saturday night around 9:42 that I sang Happy Birthday too, and from then on he was one of my "regular homies"
The time that someone came in and stared at the menu for a solid 7 minutes, and then asked where the burritos were, since we specialize in them, until she realized that Chipolte was on the other side of the parking lot.
The time I got coned.
The time Jake was in dining room and I yelled out, "Austen!" thinking it was him. Austen was actually right behind me at the time, and thought it was hysterical.
These are the things I miss about the job along with a select group of my co-workers. I had 10 different stories to tell every shift. It was seriously a great first job.
but now I have my new job, which I am really super excited for!
In other news, I have become a semi-(not really) professional at the art of salsa making.
I am currently taking a death awareness survey for my Philosophy class, which includes writing my own obituary.
and when I was in Payless, I got sniffed by an entire family.
And 5 page papers are coming out of my ears.
Also, I found out I am going to Disneyland for my birthday on Friday. And I have never been to Disneyland on my actual birthday, and that is really exciting, and I LOOOOVE Disneyland, and and and I can't wait!
I have been thinking about that a lot recently. Mostly reminiscing about some of the stranger customers I got while I worked at Chick Fil A.
One of them that came to mind was a lady that forgot to order no whipped cream on her shake.
I had already put whipped cream on her shake, but I let her know I could easily take it off, or remake it if she wanted me to.
She instructed me to remake it, and told me I had to because she was allergic to dairy.
I informed her that our MILKshakes are dairy based. She said,
"Oh, that's okay. I can have that. I just can't have the whipped cream."
I nodded and remade the shake. To this day I'm still confused.
A lot of people often mistake us for Vitamin Shop, which is right next door, and our drive thru wraps around it. I can kinda see why, but when someone ordered a "Veinte Caramel Frappacino" and Starbucks was a street over, down the street I was a little concerned for the person driving the car.
There was the time where someone gave me 42 pennies, the time someone got out of the car in the Drive Thru and ran away because there was a bug, (she REFUSED to get the bug out, so I walked outside, and around and got it out for her xD)
There was the guy who came every Saturday night around 9:42 that I sang Happy Birthday too, and from then on he was one of my "regular homies"
The time that someone came in and stared at the menu for a solid 7 minutes, and then asked where the burritos were, since we specialize in them, until she realized that Chipolte was on the other side of the parking lot.
The time I got coned.
The time Jake was in dining room and I yelled out, "Austen!" thinking it was him. Austen was actually right behind me at the time, and thought it was hysterical.
These are the things I miss about the job along with a select group of my co-workers. I had 10 different stories to tell every shift. It was seriously a great first job.
but now I have my new job, which I am really super excited for!
In other news, I have become a semi-(not really) professional at the art of salsa making.
I am currently taking a death awareness survey for my Philosophy class, which includes writing my own obituary.
and when I was in Payless, I got sniffed by an entire family.
And 5 page papers are coming out of my ears.
Also, I found out I am going to Disneyland for my birthday on Friday. And I have never been to Disneyland on my actual birthday, and that is really exciting, and I LOOOOVE Disneyland, and and and I can't wait!
Friday, April 27, 2012
Happy Camper
So, this week has been excellent. I partially don't remember why, but I remember thinking, "Hey, this is a good week!"
Probably since it was compared to last week, which was super random.
(I even got pulled over for not having my headlights on. xD...no ticket though. WIN.)
Classes are almost out for the summer. I'm slightly disappointed, I have to say. I didn't think I'd like BC so much.
I found out that BYU accepts transfer students with only 24 credits. So by this time next year, I will probably be moving to Provo.
I got classes for next fall. (I was seriously concerned i'd be taking like, all of my biology and chemistry pre reqs or something because everything else was full)
I'm taking:
Interpersonal Communications
Elementary Algebra (gag. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. 11-12:30. I swear math classes are evil and horribly scheduled on purpose.)
Medical Terminology (Win)
Beginning Guitar (Also win. Although i'm a little nervous it'll be like, "These are STRINGS. We play the STRINGS to make NOISE.")
I'm SO excited. Except for math. But other then that, i'm SO excited.
I have started doing photography things for people!
I should be able to put together a nice portfolio and apply places pretty soon.
I got a job at River's End Rafting. I will be doing retail, minor cleaning, organizing things, and basically I'm super excited. Plus, I start at $8.50. Which was my ending pay after working 2 YEARS at Chick Fil A. But also, I never went and asked for a raise, so, that's basically my fault xD
I start May 5th, which is the day after my birthday. YAY.
For my birthday, I have no idea what i'm doing. Apparently it's a surprise.
Also, May 5th is when the other half of my band/Steven Whyte is coming home. Which is also very exciting because that means more musical things will be happening.
So, in a nutshell, life is amazing. I really want to make a beach trip soon. And Disneyland. And, basically the rest of the world.
Probably since it was compared to last week, which was super random.
(I even got pulled over for not having my headlights on. xD...no ticket though. WIN.)
Classes are almost out for the summer. I'm slightly disappointed, I have to say. I didn't think I'd like BC so much.
I found out that BYU accepts transfer students with only 24 credits. So by this time next year, I will probably be moving to Provo.
I got classes for next fall. (I was seriously concerned i'd be taking like, all of my biology and chemistry pre reqs or something because everything else was full)
I'm taking:
Interpersonal Communications
Elementary Algebra (gag. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. 11-12:30. I swear math classes are evil and horribly scheduled on purpose.)
Medical Terminology (Win)
Beginning Guitar (Also win. Although i'm a little nervous it'll be like, "These are STRINGS. We play the STRINGS to make NOISE.")
I'm SO excited. Except for math. But other then that, i'm SO excited.
I have started doing photography things for people!
I should be able to put together a nice portfolio and apply places pretty soon.
I got a job at River's End Rafting. I will be doing retail, minor cleaning, organizing things, and basically I'm super excited. Plus, I start at $8.50. Which was my ending pay after working 2 YEARS at Chick Fil A. But also, I never went and asked for a raise, so, that's basically my fault xD
I start May 5th, which is the day after my birthday. YAY.
For my birthday, I have no idea what i'm doing. Apparently it's a surprise.
Also, May 5th is when the other half of my band/Steven Whyte is coming home. Which is also very exciting because that means more musical things will be happening.
So, in a nutshell, life is amazing. I really want to make a beach trip soon. And Disneyland. And, basically the rest of the world.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Bein a giiiirl.
Random, but I had a proud moment.
So, I get really into movies. And you can't laugh at that because Men do the same thing, only during sports games. (I mean, really. They REALLY can't hear you through the T.V. no matter how loud you shout...no judgement...)
So, in movies, everyone in the movie becomes my best friend. Or i'll relate to the character, or relate one of my friends to the character, or be like, "That's SO my situation."
So, I confess, I saw The Lucky One. And it had Zac Efron in it. Suprisingly, he kept his shirt on the majority of the time. Wasn't expecting that.
I only teared up ONCE! I didn't actually cry. That is a miracle. Considering I cried in Up, Finding Nemo, Tangled, The SIsterhood of the Traveling Pants, etc. Total cheese ball.
..Just a random fact.
So, I get really into movies. And you can't laugh at that because Men do the same thing, only during sports games. (I mean, really. They REALLY can't hear you through the T.V. no matter how loud you shout...no judgement...)
So, in movies, everyone in the movie becomes my best friend. Or i'll relate to the character, or relate one of my friends to the character, or be like, "That's SO my situation."
So, I confess, I saw The Lucky One. And it had Zac Efron in it. Suprisingly, he kept his shirt on the majority of the time. Wasn't expecting that.
I only teared up ONCE! I didn't actually cry. That is a miracle. Considering I cried in Up, Finding Nemo, Tangled, The SIsterhood of the Traveling Pants, etc. Total cheese ball.
..Just a random fact.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Interactions with a former High School teacher
I was in Starbucks when I see a former English teacher of mine, and i'm pretty sure she thinks she's never seen me before in her life. Or in a past life.
Conversation:
Me: Hi! I'm one of your former students.
Mrs: Yes! I remember! What's your name?
Me: Mallory.
Mrs: Oh, right! Mallory! Mallory Richie right?
Me: No, Mallory Gardner..
Mrs: Oh, Mallory Gardner! Yeah, I remember. Wow it's been a wile. 8 years!
Me: Uhm, actually, like four. haha. (I awkwardly laughed, yes.)
Mrs. Oh, that's right 6. Wow.
Me: Oh. Um..
Mrs: So, you're like 20 now? How's that?
Me: Actually i'm turning 19 in May. Pretty excited though!
Mrs: Oh, Well it was nice seeing you.
I feel like that will be my interactions with high school teachers. Always.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Most random day. Ever.
So, being Mallory Jane Gardner has its pros and cons.
I trip a lot.
I spill stuff.
I cant park a car to save my life. (In my truck it's 20x worse. I'm THAT girl. The one that five cars in all directions are waiting for in the parking lot of Target.)
I dance. Often. Badly.
I eat mashed potatoes and gravy for breakfast. Occasionally.
I don't wear matching socks.
I accidentally farted on a baby once while delivering food at work.
You get the picture. These weird things just kinda make me who I am. So naturally, weird things happen in my life.
Like the time I walked up the stairs to a Condors game, and the Blues Brothers just happened to be right there.
The time life didn't hand me lemons, but handed me an adorable puppy instead, because the guy who found it was ditching class.
The time I literally slipped on a banana peel my Freshman year.
The time there was a hobo on my porch.
Weird people also tend to gravitate toward me. I'm not sure if it's because i'm a good listener, or if i'm just as weird. Probably both.
ANYWHO, i'm rambling and the point of this post is that
Today was random.
I woke up on time, showered, and looked like a decent human being AND got my favorite parking space, AND make it to class early, AND remembered deodorant. (Just kidding, I ALWAYS remember deodorant. ..Okay so sometimes I forget, but I don't think I sweat there, so I assure you, I smell like flowers. Always.)
My teacher is kind of a weird dude. In the syllabus he made us sign a form recognizing that he would often be offensive and portray racist people. (mostly Germans)
(Yes, it really said that.)
So today, when he brought in a stuffed horse on a stick wearing a beanie, and ran around the classroom neighing, twice, I shouldn't think much of it. Right?
(P.S. He also kept shouting "PUT THIS ON YOUTUBE." No one did. Too frightened.)
He also said to me "Mallory, will you be getting German food today?" "No, sorry I have a job interview today." "Oh, THAT'S why you did your hair."
Well, thank you professor, but mathematically speaking, you can only do so many things with a bob. And in my case, it does one thing. Its straight and sits there like hair. Although yes, sometimes I look like a lion when I wake up. But thank you for having the class stare at me, I enjoyed that. Only not really because a this time of day I drink apple juice from a box like a five-year-old.
(I just smiled and nodded.)
He also asked the fattest kid in class if he was going, and when the kid said no, he said,
"You look like you can eat a lot of German food."
Smooth.
Also today, while having a very deep and life changing conversation which I will tell you nothing about, someone's car broke down next to me.
This would not be random, only this is the second time this has happened having a very deep life-changing conversation. Same conversation with same person. Different car breaking down.
What.
And the whole time this girl knew who I was! She knew I used to have longer hair, and she kept saying how she knew me from somewhere, we just couldn't figure out where.
So I spent the next hour trying to track down someone with jumper cables. I went to the Beans, who had some, but the Beans were in different cars, and the van had the cables, and the van was at the theater, might have been the dollar theater, anywho I ended up going door to door saying,
"Hi! I'm not selling anything. Um. My friend's, well actually some random person's car is broken down? And sorry to bother you, but do you have jumper cables? So I can jump their car? Jump..start..it? Yes."
"No."
"Well, okay. Thanks anyway!" I'm pretty sure people thought I was a girl scout.
And then the girl told be about how she had her first love in high school, and they never saw each other again, and she's 22 and still thinks about him. (You cant help but wonder if that will ever be him. Or you.)
Sad day.
But after an hour or two, we got the help she needed, and we parted ways forever, but I guess not because she randomly knows who I am.
My dog got so excited she pooped herself. Only she wasn't wearing diapers, or pants so, yeah. Right there on the tile.
Later I went for a run.
Ps. Running Playlist.
Hall & Oates
Abba.
A-Ha
The Go-gos
Nena.
Also LMFAO. Im just that cool.
But not really. I run with a fanny pack. That word just makes me laugh.
If I ever meet a person named Fanny or ever uses the word, "fanny,"I will laugh my face off.
Mmmmmhm.
I come around a corner to find a guy with a crossbow, who sees me and flags me down. (Well first he was lie, "Run faster! Hey. I have a daughter your age."
And then ran inside the house and called his daughter downstairs so that we could be running buddies.
Random. But hey, I have a running buddy.
I trip a lot.
I spill stuff.
I cant park a car to save my life. (In my truck it's 20x worse. I'm THAT girl. The one that five cars in all directions are waiting for in the parking lot of Target.)
I dance. Often. Badly.
I eat mashed potatoes and gravy for breakfast. Occasionally.
I don't wear matching socks.
I accidentally farted on a baby once while delivering food at work.
You get the picture. These weird things just kinda make me who I am. So naturally, weird things happen in my life.
Like the time I walked up the stairs to a Condors game, and the Blues Brothers just happened to be right there.
The time life didn't hand me lemons, but handed me an adorable puppy instead, because the guy who found it was ditching class.
The time I literally slipped on a banana peel my Freshman year.
The time there was a hobo on my porch.
Weird people also tend to gravitate toward me. I'm not sure if it's because i'm a good listener, or if i'm just as weird. Probably both.
ANYWHO, i'm rambling and the point of this post is that
Today was random.
I woke up on time, showered, and looked like a decent human being AND got my favorite parking space, AND make it to class early, AND remembered deodorant. (Just kidding, I ALWAYS remember deodorant. ..Okay so sometimes I forget, but I don't think I sweat there, so I assure you, I smell like flowers. Always.)
My teacher is kind of a weird dude. In the syllabus he made us sign a form recognizing that he would often be offensive and portray racist people. (mostly Germans)
(Yes, it really said that.)
So today, when he brought in a stuffed horse on a stick wearing a beanie, and ran around the classroom neighing, twice, I shouldn't think much of it. Right?
(P.S. He also kept shouting "PUT THIS ON YOUTUBE." No one did. Too frightened.)
He also said to me "Mallory, will you be getting German food today?" "No, sorry I have a job interview today." "Oh, THAT'S why you did your hair."
Well, thank you professor, but mathematically speaking, you can only do so many things with a bob. And in my case, it does one thing. Its straight and sits there like hair. Although yes, sometimes I look like a lion when I wake up. But thank you for having the class stare at me, I enjoyed that. Only not really because a this time of day I drink apple juice from a box like a five-year-old.
(I just smiled and nodded.)
He also asked the fattest kid in class if he was going, and when the kid said no, he said,
"You look like you can eat a lot of German food."
Smooth.
Also today, while having a very deep and life changing conversation which I will tell you nothing about, someone's car broke down next to me.
This would not be random, only this is the second time this has happened having a very deep life-changing conversation. Same conversation with same person. Different car breaking down.
What.
And the whole time this girl knew who I was! She knew I used to have longer hair, and she kept saying how she knew me from somewhere, we just couldn't figure out where.
So I spent the next hour trying to track down someone with jumper cables. I went to the Beans, who had some, but the Beans were in different cars, and the van had the cables, and the van was at the theater, might have been the dollar theater, anywho I ended up going door to door saying,
"Hi! I'm not selling anything. Um. My friend's, well actually some random person's car is broken down? And sorry to bother you, but do you have jumper cables? So I can jump their car? Jump..start..it? Yes."
"No."
"Well, okay. Thanks anyway!" I'm pretty sure people thought I was a girl scout.
And then the girl told be about how she had her first love in high school, and they never saw each other again, and she's 22 and still thinks about him. (You cant help but wonder if that will ever be him. Or you.)
Sad day.
But after an hour or two, we got the help she needed, and we parted ways forever, but I guess not because she randomly knows who I am.
My dog got so excited she pooped herself. Only she wasn't wearing diapers, or pants so, yeah. Right there on the tile.
Later I went for a run.
Ps. Running Playlist.
Hall & Oates
Abba.
A-Ha
The Go-gos
Nena.
Also LMFAO. Im just that cool.
But not really. I run with a fanny pack. That word just makes me laugh.
If I ever meet a person named Fanny or ever uses the word, "fanny,"I will laugh my face off.
Mmmmmhm.
I come around a corner to find a guy with a crossbow, who sees me and flags me down. (Well first he was lie, "Run faster! Hey. I have a daughter your age."
And then ran inside the house and called his daughter downstairs so that we could be running buddies.
Random. But hey, I have a running buddy.
Aaaand...THAT. Is a not so average tale.
Monday, April 2, 2012
4 AM.
No matter which way you look at it, i'll be up at 4 am or earlier the rest of this week.
Tuesday- Up at 4 to get ready and take pictures of Beth. Then packing, getting last minute things for my trip, packing, job hunting and going to bed early so I can get up at 2:30 AM to get ready to catch my train before 4:30 am. (maybe ill pull an all nighter and take Nyquil on the train?)
On and off trains and buses until 4:30 am Thursday. That's a 24 hour trip. Holy. Cow. (Which I will then arrive at my destination!) Then Breakfast, probably... then a shower, then I start my day!! Then Friday, I probably will sleep in...for once..
Then Saturday, my dearest Emily is kidnapping me for Easter! Im so excited! Cause Easter brings back sad memories so my best friend distracting me will help.
This is the best friend that walked off stage in the middle of a performance, because she got a phone call from me. (I had just been dumped the day of mine and his anniversary ((through an e-mail)) and was quite a disaster)
She also makes fun of everything I say xD But we have grown up together. (Literally since we were 2)
Her family is my family, and Im really thrilled about seeing them. Its been a year. Way too long. (Can you tell I like parenthesis?)
Then I leave Monday night at 9:30 PM and get back to Bako Tuesday at 2:35 pm.
Sigh. That's crazy. I'm really looking forward to it though. I love traveling, especially by train, (they have an observation deck!)
So I mean, I cant say I didn't do anything this spring break.
Tuesday- Up at 4 to get ready and take pictures of Beth. Then packing, getting last minute things for my trip, packing, job hunting and going to bed early so I can get up at 2:30 AM to get ready to catch my train before 4:30 am. (maybe ill pull an all nighter and take Nyquil on the train?)
On and off trains and buses until 4:30 am Thursday. That's a 24 hour trip. Holy. Cow. (Which I will then arrive at my destination!) Then Breakfast, probably... then a shower, then I start my day!! Then Friday, I probably will sleep in...for once..
Then Saturday, my dearest Emily is kidnapping me for Easter! Im so excited! Cause Easter brings back sad memories so my best friend distracting me will help.
This is the best friend that walked off stage in the middle of a performance, because she got a phone call from me. (I had just been dumped the day of mine and his anniversary ((through an e-mail)) and was quite a disaster)
She also makes fun of everything I say xD But we have grown up together. (Literally since we were 2)
Her family is my family, and Im really thrilled about seeing them. Its been a year. Way too long. (Can you tell I like parenthesis?)
Then I leave Monday night at 9:30 PM and get back to Bako Tuesday at 2:35 pm.
Sigh. That's crazy. I'm really looking forward to it though. I love traveling, especially by train, (they have an observation deck!)
So I mean, I cant say I didn't do anything this spring break.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
My week, in a very extended, detailed nutshell
So, the beginning of my week was pretty much craptastic, and I didn't really want to keep looking at that horrendous blog post reminding me of that, so, here I am once again. (Sorry if you're tired of me. <=])
Thursday is when things started to make my week amazing. This sounds kind of silly, given the fact that Monday-Wednesday things weren't that great and all of a sudden Thursday comes around and it's like BOOM. Amazingness.
Thursdays are the days I have class until 9 pm.
So, for that day to not be dysfunctional, lots of things need to happen. xD
I got up late, but still managed to look like a decent human being. (winning)
I also ate a well balanced breakfast (Which is hard to do, because when there's leftover pizza, which takes thirty seconds or scrambled eggs with green pepper, cheese and bacon which takes significantly longer, pizza is the obvious choice. Also, if you haven't made that, it is delicious and filling. Seriously, you should try it. Like right now. Like stop reading his blog post and go into your kitchen, and make this awesome dish. Please. Go. NOW. Okay, im done. )
So, that was amazing. Then I didn't have to get gas, and went to my history class, and found out that LA kid dropped the class.
LA kid was a dude who used to sit right front and center, and bring Starbucks, and every Apple product known to man with him, and raise his hand (with his coffee in his hand, wearing his sunglasses inside) and say random things that no one really wanted to know every five seconds. He declared that he was from LA like the first ten seconds of the first class. Not even joking. We're taking a field trip and it's in LA, so he raised his hand and declared, 'IM FROM LA, AND I KNOW EVERY STREET, EVERY CORNER, EVERY BUILDING, I KNOW ALL THERE IS ABOUT LA AND I WILL INFORM YOU OF ANYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW." He declared that. Like Michael Scott when he declared Bankruptcy.
Anywho, he shouted things often, and now class is really quiet.
I just thought you should know =]
Then, I have an hour to kill between that and Anthropology, and so I went to the library to study for my test.
Turns out, people are still using their high school brains and someone pulled the fire alarm.
(Fun fact: I thought it was my fault because I was trying to see if I could go on Facebook with the school's wifi, and as soon as I typed it in, the alarm went off and scared the living beans out of me)
(More fun fact: Sometimes I make up things that don't make sense. I informed Michelle that something had scared the living beans out of me today in the car, and we had this conversation:
"I don't know...it scared the living beans out of me..."
"That is not an expression! *laughing at me*
"It could be! Like when you're gassy, the beans are alive, so it scared the beans out of me!"
"So it scared the fart out of you!??"
"Oh.." )
Aaaand we were dying of laughter. Michelle and I have really weird conversations.
So anyway, we had a test in Anthropology. WHICH I MURDERED. I have never, EVER in my ENTIRE LIFE been confident when it comes to tests. Eye exams, driver's tests, you name it, I feel like a failure. But this test?? It did not have a chance against me.
I told my professor on the way out that I aced that test, and she smiled at me like she thought I was weird. Which isn't really a surprise because the class before, my jeans got stuck to my friends desk, and I was carrying a bunch of stuff, and she was sitting there laughing so hard she was crying and I was basically dancing to free myself from the desk. And my professor laughed. I love her. She is amazing.
That night I had Philosophy. Which is really, super fascinating. There's also, "Dude who likes me, but has tattoos on his face and a crazy beard, and says really random things all the time." More so then LA kid. Tattoo face man has apparently experienced every single crazy thing in life (Obviously, from the tattoos on his face..) and will raise his hand and say things like "When I used to be a part of a top secret organization, which I will not give you any details at this time..."
That kind of thing. Makes class interesting. I think he likes me, because he came up to me out of the blue and kept asking me about my hair, and said that he noticed because my eyes stand out all the time, etc weird long rant.
So, then I decided to call a bunch of people that I love and miss.
First Michelle, my bestest friend who I see all the time, and just call her randomly sometimes.
Then, Steven Whyte was next, because he's my band mate, and I always leave him 5 minute voicemails describing things that were exciting to me that day, but not exciting to anyone else. (like seeing five squirrels in one location)
THEN, Emily. I seriously think I haven't spoken to her on the phone in at least a year. We text each other inside jokes all the time, but I picked up the phone, called her, and when she picked up I started singing dramatically.
Needless to say, nothing has changed between us, ever. We were crying with laughter within the first five minutes, because I accidentally said "I can't wrap my hand around that," instead of "head,"
and it was really nice. Im making spring break plans to go see her. =]
It was a really great end to the day. <3
Oh, and I started watching Dr. Who.
Friday, is the best. NOTHING will ever bring me down on Friday.
I worked 11-4.
Then I went home, and saw my mom.
Then I went to Michelle's house, and Alicia and Luke were leaving.
Luke is 6 months now, and he looks like a little boy and not a baby! He is the cutest thing on the ENTIRE planet, and when i said hi to him, he grinned at me and kicked his feet in a really excited/adorable manner.
He is my favorite.
Then we ended up going shopping with most of the girls. (MIchelle, Savvy, Caitlyn, me. Hayley was at work...boo...=[ )
I scored a shirt for five bucks, and michelle scored like a bajillion things for five bucks.
She is extremely talented at that. Meanwhile i'll find something really cute, for forty dollars, and stare at it, trying to convince myself it's not THAT cute.
And as usual, we end up at the Ripepi's, aaaand they are amazing people.
We just sit around and talk, and watch funny videos, but im always really happy to be there. They're basically family. Plus, it was almost a circle reunion. Only missing like, five people.
When I went home, I found that my mom cleaned my room for me while I was gone.
i am a totally undeserving daughter.
Anywho, this week was really nice.
I am pretty happy these days.
Thursday is when things started to make my week amazing. This sounds kind of silly, given the fact that Monday-Wednesday things weren't that great and all of a sudden Thursday comes around and it's like BOOM. Amazingness.
Thursdays are the days I have class until 9 pm.
So, for that day to not be dysfunctional, lots of things need to happen. xD
I got up late, but still managed to look like a decent human being. (winning)
I also ate a well balanced breakfast (Which is hard to do, because when there's leftover pizza, which takes thirty seconds or scrambled eggs with green pepper, cheese and bacon which takes significantly longer, pizza is the obvious choice. Also, if you haven't made that, it is delicious and filling. Seriously, you should try it. Like right now. Like stop reading his blog post and go into your kitchen, and make this awesome dish. Please. Go. NOW. Okay, im done. )
So, that was amazing. Then I didn't have to get gas, and went to my history class, and found out that LA kid dropped the class.
LA kid was a dude who used to sit right front and center, and bring Starbucks, and every Apple product known to man with him, and raise his hand (with his coffee in his hand, wearing his sunglasses inside) and say random things that no one really wanted to know every five seconds. He declared that he was from LA like the first ten seconds of the first class. Not even joking. We're taking a field trip and it's in LA, so he raised his hand and declared, 'IM FROM LA, AND I KNOW EVERY STREET, EVERY CORNER, EVERY BUILDING, I KNOW ALL THERE IS ABOUT LA AND I WILL INFORM YOU OF ANYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW." He declared that. Like Michael Scott when he declared Bankruptcy.
Anywho, he shouted things often, and now class is really quiet.
I just thought you should know =]
Then, I have an hour to kill between that and Anthropology, and so I went to the library to study for my test.
Turns out, people are still using their high school brains and someone pulled the fire alarm.
(Fun fact: I thought it was my fault because I was trying to see if I could go on Facebook with the school's wifi, and as soon as I typed it in, the alarm went off and scared the living beans out of me)
(More fun fact: Sometimes I make up things that don't make sense. I informed Michelle that something had scared the living beans out of me today in the car, and we had this conversation:
"I don't know...it scared the living beans out of me..."
"That is not an expression! *laughing at me*
"It could be! Like when you're gassy, the beans are alive, so it scared the beans out of me!"
"So it scared the fart out of you!??"
"Oh.." )
Aaaand we were dying of laughter. Michelle and I have really weird conversations.
So anyway, we had a test in Anthropology. WHICH I MURDERED. I have never, EVER in my ENTIRE LIFE been confident when it comes to tests. Eye exams, driver's tests, you name it, I feel like a failure. But this test?? It did not have a chance against me.
I told my professor on the way out that I aced that test, and she smiled at me like she thought I was weird. Which isn't really a surprise because the class before, my jeans got stuck to my friends desk, and I was carrying a bunch of stuff, and she was sitting there laughing so hard she was crying and I was basically dancing to free myself from the desk. And my professor laughed. I love her. She is amazing.
That night I had Philosophy. Which is really, super fascinating. There's also, "Dude who likes me, but has tattoos on his face and a crazy beard, and says really random things all the time." More so then LA kid. Tattoo face man has apparently experienced every single crazy thing in life (Obviously, from the tattoos on his face..) and will raise his hand and say things like "When I used to be a part of a top secret organization, which I will not give you any details at this time..."
That kind of thing. Makes class interesting. I think he likes me, because he came up to me out of the blue and kept asking me about my hair, and said that he noticed because my eyes stand out all the time, etc weird long rant.
So, then I decided to call a bunch of people that I love and miss.
First Michelle, my bestest friend who I see all the time, and just call her randomly sometimes.
Then, Steven Whyte was next, because he's my band mate, and I always leave him 5 minute voicemails describing things that were exciting to me that day, but not exciting to anyone else. (like seeing five squirrels in one location)
THEN, Emily. I seriously think I haven't spoken to her on the phone in at least a year. We text each other inside jokes all the time, but I picked up the phone, called her, and when she picked up I started singing dramatically.
Needless to say, nothing has changed between us, ever. We were crying with laughter within the first five minutes, because I accidentally said "I can't wrap my hand around that," instead of "head,"
and it was really nice. Im making spring break plans to go see her. =]
It was a really great end to the day. <3
Oh, and I started watching Dr. Who.
Friday, is the best. NOTHING will ever bring me down on Friday.
I worked 11-4.
Then I went home, and saw my mom.
Then I went to Michelle's house, and Alicia and Luke were leaving.
Luke is 6 months now, and he looks like a little boy and not a baby! He is the cutest thing on the ENTIRE planet, and when i said hi to him, he grinned at me and kicked his feet in a really excited/adorable manner.
He is my favorite.
Then we ended up going shopping with most of the girls. (MIchelle, Savvy, Caitlyn, me. Hayley was at work...boo...=[ )
I scored a shirt for five bucks, and michelle scored like a bajillion things for five bucks.
She is extremely talented at that. Meanwhile i'll find something really cute, for forty dollars, and stare at it, trying to convince myself it's not THAT cute.
And as usual, we end up at the Ripepi's, aaaand they are amazing people.
We just sit around and talk, and watch funny videos, but im always really happy to be there. They're basically family. Plus, it was almost a circle reunion. Only missing like, five people.
When I went home, I found that my mom cleaned my room for me while I was gone.
i am a totally undeserving daughter.
Anywho, this week was really nice.
I am pretty happy these days.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Monday Blues
Hello, strangers and friends!
We've all been there: had a Monday that was so bad, it could only be described as a Monday. Today was that day, and I failed at today.
Please proceed to read and laugh at my misfortune.
So, I woke up, walked into the bathroom, and stubbed my toe on the way into the shower, and sent a variety of shampoos and my Batman bubble bath all over my bathroom, and somehow my shower curtain fell down. At which point my exact thought was "Good MORNING, AMERICA." So then I proceeded to burn my scalp before finally continuing as a normal human being taking a shower. (And getting water all over the floor because my stupid shower curtain had some sort of physical turrets that caused it to spaz...well, spastically.)
So downstairs I go and I realize I didn't wash my uniform, so while eating cold pizza for breakfast (champ) I tried to scrub the ice dream (what would be a dream is if it came out of my uniform easier) out of my pants. Then I left, looking like I peed my pants and had hair resembling a small lion with a bad hair cut.
So I get in the Mazda, which I was actually super thrilled about, because it means I get to listen to my iPod because it's the car with the cable. (Seriously, that is the most exciting news in my life right now) But of course, I was out of gas, and had to zip down the street to the Chevron, and somehow hit myself with the gas pump.
Meanwhile, I was fighting with someone who is very dear to me, over something ridiculous that I don't even remember anymore. Which is D.U.M.
So, on the road!
Thank goodness my speedy driving did not cause any catastrophes.
Work started out wonderful. My co-workers were all in a silly mood, which makes work really enjoyable.
Then, people were asking who closed on saturday which was me, and pointed to the most obvious, un mopped part on the floor ever, which was completely my fault and I was embarrassed for doing something that incredibly stupid. xD < Face I am making right now.
Then I started skipping drinks, and stuttering on headset, and spilling milkshake base on the floor, and scooping ice on the counters instead of cups, and not wiping down drinks, and basically was just a derp.
I've felt like a complete idiot at work recently. I cannot place what event made me feel this way, but I wish I could find out what it was, rewind and fix it.
Like, I feel like everything I say is pure gibberish, or has no relevance to anything anyone is saying, therefore making everyone feel awkward.
And I really hope it gets better.
Also, the person that usually runs window is Martin, and when I think something like "I need to put this drink here for Martin" I end up saying "Thank you for Chick FIl A, my name is Martin how may I serve you today?"
I also don't think he has noticed this.
Also, there is a spider that lives outside the walls who sometimes crawls onto the drive thru camera, making my line of sight one giant fuzzy spider as big as my head crawling over all the cars. I know he is there, but his appearance scares me every time. I jump every time and either punch the register due to fear of my face being eaten off through the television screen, or accidentally emphasize a word like.
"So you wanted a CHICKEN!!!! Sandwich..?" And the person is kind of like, "Yeah......"
Yeah as in, "Duh, Martin the female sounding order taker, I DO want a CHICKEN sandwich because this is a CHICKEN restaurant, you silly.."
(Once again, he is an outdoor spider.)
Also also, a minute before I clocked out I reached into my pocket to find that my pen exploded.
Fun times.
The rest of the day felt pretty normal. My mom had to leave town on short notice, so I think it threw off the balance of things in our family.
Luckily, Monday is only one day in the week, which means if I had a terrible day today, it can only get significantly better tomorrow.
Goodnight, everyone. Thank you for listening.
Friday, March 2, 2012
About a girl.
Hello friends!
It has been, well pretty much non existent since I have posted a blog entry.
So, it's Friday. Which means work was busy. But it was actually really nice.
I informed someone "Your total is Dr. Pepper. Wait...Um, sorry. I'm challenged today." But they didn't really care, being on the phone and what not. I made 12 trays of brownies. (This is in fact an accomplishment)
I also found out i'm hypoglycemic. Which basically just means I can't eat anything delicious. Im sort of at peace with it, seeing as I wanted to get in shape anyway, sooo..this forces me to.
I FINALLY bought a DSLR. I went with the Canon rebel T3, since that's what I shot with in high school. (I say "in high school" like it was forever ago.)
I am obsessed with Do It Yourself projects. I seriously will spend hours on one site saying "I'm so going to make that." and then bookmark it, and come back frequently to stare in amazement. My house will look interesting in the future.
Life has literally thrown its ups and downs at me lately. Yesterday, I got to spend some time with my sisters, who I haven't seen in AGES because despite my best friend and I working at the same place, we never ever see each other. But it was AMAZING because my oldest sister has this way of making your life feel super important, despite the fact when you get down to the core of my life right now, I am working at a minimum wage fast food job, going to community college. I like to think my life is more significant then that.
In Philosophy, we're reading a book called On Death and Dying. It is about a doctor who deals with dying patients, and it talks about how to deliver bad news to people. It really focuses on the importance of caring for the patients, rather then treating them (as patients say) as "things"
It makes me really excited for when i'm finally a nurse. I feel so at peace that i'll be working to help people, the rest of my life.
It's weird, but when I feel like i'm not helping other people, I get really disappointed with my life, and sad, and all sorts of not good feelings. When I do help someone, like I go the extra mile for someone at work, and I can see that I made their day better for taking extra time to care for them, I get legit, cliche, warm fuzzies. And that's awesome.
Random thought on Girl Scout Cookies: I found out I was hypoglycemic today. Guess what went on sale today?
Guess what I ate an entire box of last year?
Tagalongs. My FAAAAVORITE. If anyone would like to help me cheat my diet, this is the way to go.
Here are some odd and random facts about my life.
The loves:
I would like to take up every instrument in the world.
I love anything artsy, despite my unnatural talent for it. (Well, mostly painting)
I love to talk to people. Seriously, if you think you're awkward on the phone or something, you should call me, and i'll get you to throw jell-o at your fence. (True story.)
I love writing. Hence the new blog.
This post feels a little weird to me. But as random shenanigans (Fun fact, I had to spell "shenanigans" like, twenty times) happen, this will get better.
I am a dork. I really am. My dad informed me of this in the car when I was making Chewbacca noises to the tune of my favorite Fratellis song.
(He wears socks with sandals.)
I love walking. However, my mom is a courtroom clerk and informs me that I will be raped and killed, and it kind of takes away from the walking experience. So I like driving now.
I still swing on the swings.
I love "kid" movies.
My all time favorite movie came out in the 70s. Which isn't a kid movie, but it is still amazing.
I love books.
I watch reruns of my favorite shows. (GOing through The Office, again)
Pinterest. (I know, I know.)
John Mayer
anything piano/guitar/ukulele/music/yay/slash.
learning things
Flowers.
TheHates extreme dislikes:
when I feel like people are upset at me.
when I feel forgotten about, or abandoned.
when people don't use their blinkers.
when people say "ummmmmmmm" instead of forming coherent english.
when McDonald's tells you their ice cream machine is broken, but really they're just cleaning it and don't want you to hate them
When you wake up, and your dog has eaten your shoes.
MATH.
It has been, well pretty much non existent since I have posted a blog entry.
So, it's Friday. Which means work was busy. But it was actually really nice.
I informed someone "Your total is Dr. Pepper. Wait...Um, sorry. I'm challenged today." But they didn't really care, being on the phone and what not. I made 12 trays of brownies. (This is in fact an accomplishment)
I also found out i'm hypoglycemic. Which basically just means I can't eat anything delicious. Im sort of at peace with it, seeing as I wanted to get in shape anyway, sooo..this forces me to.
I FINALLY bought a DSLR. I went with the Canon rebel T3, since that's what I shot with in high school. (I say "in high school" like it was forever ago.)
I am obsessed with Do It Yourself projects. I seriously will spend hours on one site saying "I'm so going to make that." and then bookmark it, and come back frequently to stare in amazement. My house will look interesting in the future.
Life has literally thrown its ups and downs at me lately. Yesterday, I got to spend some time with my sisters, who I haven't seen in AGES because despite my best friend and I working at the same place, we never ever see each other. But it was AMAZING because my oldest sister has this way of making your life feel super important, despite the fact when you get down to the core of my life right now, I am working at a minimum wage fast food job, going to community college. I like to think my life is more significant then that.
In Philosophy, we're reading a book called On Death and Dying. It is about a doctor who deals with dying patients, and it talks about how to deliver bad news to people. It really focuses on the importance of caring for the patients, rather then treating them (as patients say) as "things"
It makes me really excited for when i'm finally a nurse. I feel so at peace that i'll be working to help people, the rest of my life.
It's weird, but when I feel like i'm not helping other people, I get really disappointed with my life, and sad, and all sorts of not good feelings. When I do help someone, like I go the extra mile for someone at work, and I can see that I made their day better for taking extra time to care for them, I get legit, cliche, warm fuzzies. And that's awesome.
Random thought on Girl Scout Cookies: I found out I was hypoglycemic today. Guess what went on sale today?
Guess what I ate an entire box of last year?
Tagalongs. My FAAAAVORITE. If anyone would like to help me cheat my diet, this is the way to go.
Here are some odd and random facts about my life.
The loves:
I would like to take up every instrument in the world.
I love anything artsy, despite my unnatural talent for it. (Well, mostly painting)
I love to talk to people. Seriously, if you think you're awkward on the phone or something, you should call me, and i'll get you to throw jell-o at your fence. (True story.)
I love writing. Hence the new blog.
This post feels a little weird to me. But as random shenanigans (Fun fact, I had to spell "shenanigans" like, twenty times) happen, this will get better.
I am a dork. I really am. My dad informed me of this in the car when I was making Chewbacca noises to the tune of my favorite Fratellis song.
(He wears socks with sandals.)
I love walking. However, my mom is a courtroom clerk and informs me that I will be raped and killed, and it kind of takes away from the walking experience. So I like driving now.
I still swing on the swings.
I love "kid" movies.
My all time favorite movie came out in the 70s. Which isn't a kid movie, but it is still amazing.
I love books.
I watch reruns of my favorite shows. (GOing through The Office, again)
Pinterest. (I know, I know.)
John Mayer
anything piano/guitar/ukulele/music/yay/slash.
learning things
Flowers.
The
when I feel like people are upset at me.
when I feel forgotten about, or abandoned.
when people don't use their blinkers.
when people say "ummmmmmmm" instead of forming coherent english.
when McDonald's tells you their ice cream machine is broken, but really they're just cleaning it and don't want you to hate them
When you wake up, and your dog has eaten your shoes.
MATH.
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