I cannot think of a subject...
Really, I can't. Why must I have a subject? When I'm not really sure what I'm going to write about, I don't want to sit there and come up with something fitting to put in the subject line. Honestly! And if you look at my past subject lines, you'll see that most of the entry really doesn't have a lot to do with the subject line anyway.
Ok. So I got a letter in the mail the other day from Maryville saying all the work study positions for next year have been filled and I didn't get one because I didn't get my financial aid paperwork in by April 1. This came as a complete surprise, because first of all, I didn't know you could get taken out of hte program, and I had actually already given Lashonda my hours for next year. I didn't understand how this could be, so I called MU today and talked first to financial aid. They told me it was my fault and I guess it was. I left voice mails for two people over foodservices to see if I could get hired on payroll. I'm really praying I do and praying even more that my screw up didn't cost me financial aid. I'm getting really scared about that. I feel so bad. It was completely my fault. I talk about wanting to feel more mature and adult, but this was such an irresponsible thing to let happen. I need to work on not procrastinating, or being better organized or something!
On a better note, I love my job at Summerwinds TLC. Who would have thought I'd actually get a job that I loved? Not me. This is hundreds times better than Dairy Queen. At first I wasn't crazy about work because I didn't like the stress of training. Then I started to get bored. Then I realized I liked the people and now I love it. People like me there a lot too. I think I'm entertaining. I make funny speeches. Sometimes I wonder though...is that immature? Sometimes I just don't worry about what I'm saying. I don't want to become one of those people who can never be serious, or who people are afraid will always laugh at them. I don't think I'm that way. I think I'm paranoid. I know I'm paranoid.
I love names. Nici and I checked out some name books from the library last weekend to find a name for her car and...uh...other things. But I've always loved those. I've always had my kids names picked out, you know? And I'm always writing them down to see how they look and which spellings I like. I find it really funny to look back and see how my tastes have changed. Here's examples:
Used to love for girls:
Brenda
Skylynn
Cheyenne
Rita
Megan
For Boys:
Travis
Land
Sean
Tony
Andrew
Now for girls:
Haven
Rylee
Lera
Myah
Breanna
For boys:
Hayden
Heath
Austin
Jack
Micah
My name means "clear and bright." I forget what Laverne means.
Well, I'm going to bed.
Ok. So I got a letter in the mail the other day from Maryville saying all the work study positions for next year have been filled and I didn't get one because I didn't get my financial aid paperwork in by April 1. This came as a complete surprise, because first of all, I didn't know you could get taken out of hte program, and I had actually already given Lashonda my hours for next year. I didn't understand how this could be, so I called MU today and talked first to financial aid. They told me it was my fault and I guess it was. I left voice mails for two people over foodservices to see if I could get hired on payroll. I'm really praying I do and praying even more that my screw up didn't cost me financial aid. I'm getting really scared about that. I feel so bad. It was completely my fault. I talk about wanting to feel more mature and adult, but this was such an irresponsible thing to let happen. I need to work on not procrastinating, or being better organized or something!
On a better note, I love my job at Summerwinds TLC. Who would have thought I'd actually get a job that I loved? Not me. This is hundreds times better than Dairy Queen. At first I wasn't crazy about work because I didn't like the stress of training. Then I started to get bored. Then I realized I liked the people and now I love it. People like me there a lot too. I think I'm entertaining. I make funny speeches. Sometimes I wonder though...is that immature? Sometimes I just don't worry about what I'm saying. I don't want to become one of those people who can never be serious, or who people are afraid will always laugh at them. I don't think I'm that way. I think I'm paranoid. I know I'm paranoid.
I love names. Nici and I checked out some name books from the library last weekend to find a name for her car and...uh...other things. But I've always loved those. I've always had my kids names picked out, you know? And I'm always writing them down to see how they look and which spellings I like. I find it really funny to look back and see how my tastes have changed. Here's examples:
Used to love for girls:
Brenda
Skylynn
Cheyenne
Rita
Megan
For Boys:
Travis
Land
Sean
Tony
Andrew
Now for girls:
Haven
Rylee
Lera
Myah
Breanna
For boys:
Hayden
Heath
Austin
Jack
Micah
My name means "clear and bright." I forget what Laverne means.
Well, I'm going to bed.