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.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
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.
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