I don't normally frequent topless bars.
I was talking to my mom earlier today and I told her I was going to a tapas bar tomorrow for happy hour and she was like, "A TOPLESS bar?! What?!" It took me saying TAPAS about 10 times before she was like, "oh..."
It was just funny. But yeah, I'm going to a tapas bar for happy hour tomorrow with a guy I don't know very well, but I figure the only way to get to know people is to meet them often in public places far enough away from one's apartment so they can't follow you home and OMG am I paranoid or what?
I also have a sort of informal meeting/interview tomorrow for a cafe nearby. I don't feel great about it because when I talked to the owner on the phone, he stated he'd gotten about 90 applications in just four hours, but that I was one of the more qualified people (at least he sort of hinted at that), so I guess that's positive. Interviews are always good. They give you some hope to hold onto that someone actually does see your resume and would like to talk to/meet you. Sometimes it feels like I'm just shooting resumes into outer space and who knows if anyone EVER sees them!
Anyways, I've been feeling more positive lately even though nothing has really changed. I still want to go back to school next year. That hasn't changed. I actually thought once I got less mad about the job situation, I would change my mind, but I haven't. I really do think I want a career and a job where I'm working towards something and being somebody sort of important...if that makes any sense. Basically everything I have fought becoming since high school, I suddenly want to become. YEP.
OH YEAH, when I went out to my car yesterday I saw this plastic bag on my hood attached to my windshield wipers and I was like, "Did someone put a bag of trash on my car?!" and I opened it up and inside was a side mirror in which I then looked at my car and realized the drivers side mirror was missing. FUNNY PART is that the side mirror that was in the bag was NOT mine. Like, it was the same color and apparently the right size and such, but it wasn't mine. Mine was shattered into a million pieces on the ground.
So I don't get it. Did someone hit my side mirror and then just happened to have a spare one that was the right color and size just laying around and brought it back?! Weird. SO WEIRD. So yeah, had to go have that put on because I couldn't do it myself because it's an electric mirror and has to have all that electric crap put together so it works properly. Couldn't really afford to have that done, but since it's illegal to drive without side mirrors, I had no choice but to get it fixed. But seriously, there was no note or anything. They could have at least left a note explaining what the hell happened so I'm not wondering because now it's bugging me. haha.
It was just funny. But yeah, I'm going to a tapas bar for happy hour tomorrow with a guy I don't know very well, but I figure the only way to get to know people is to meet them often in public places far enough away from one's apartment so they can't follow you home and OMG am I paranoid or what?
I also have a sort of informal meeting/interview tomorrow for a cafe nearby. I don't feel great about it because when I talked to the owner on the phone, he stated he'd gotten about 90 applications in just four hours, but that I was one of the more qualified people (at least he sort of hinted at that), so I guess that's positive. Interviews are always good. They give you some hope to hold onto that someone actually does see your resume and would like to talk to/meet you. Sometimes it feels like I'm just shooting resumes into outer space and who knows if anyone EVER sees them!
Anyways, I've been feeling more positive lately even though nothing has really changed. I still want to go back to school next year. That hasn't changed. I actually thought once I got less mad about the job situation, I would change my mind, but I haven't. I really do think I want a career and a job where I'm working towards something and being somebody sort of important...if that makes any sense. Basically everything I have fought becoming since high school, I suddenly want to become. YEP.
OH YEAH, when I went out to my car yesterday I saw this plastic bag on my hood attached to my windshield wipers and I was like, "Did someone put a bag of trash on my car?!" and I opened it up and inside was a side mirror in which I then looked at my car and realized the drivers side mirror was missing. FUNNY PART is that the side mirror that was in the bag was NOT mine. Like, it was the same color and apparently the right size and such, but it wasn't mine. Mine was shattered into a million pieces on the ground.
So I don't get it. Did someone hit my side mirror and then just happened to have a spare one that was the right color and size just laying around and brought it back?! Weird. SO WEIRD. So yeah, had to go have that put on because I couldn't do it myself because it's an electric mirror and has to have all that electric crap put together so it works properly. Couldn't really afford to have that done, but since it's illegal to drive without side mirrors, I had no choice but to get it fixed. But seriously, there was no note or anything. They could have at least left a note explaining what the hell happened so I'm not wondering because now it's bugging me. haha.