So tired!
Never before in my life did I ever think that waking up at 7:00 AM would be "sleeping in" for me. Though it is 1.5 hours more than I get on the weekdays. Ouch!
I still love my job. There's a lot to do, and a lot I still have to learn, but I'm getting there. I also got two great compliments this week! One gentleman came in and started asking a bunch of questions, Robin (Managing editor, aka my main boss) came out and helped me answer some of them, and she said "Jenn's new, which is why I'm butting in." And Marianne (the lady who's been there 20 years and is retiring in February) replied, "Yeah, but you'd think she'd been here at least a year." Yay! She feels I'm already that good. I was also told that I'm much better than my predecessors. Nice! And earlier that same day (as Marianne's comment) Robin said, "Wow Jennifer, I think you were born for this job." Made me feel very good.
Yesterday I got an invitation to interview for the Post Office exam, but I won't be doing it. The main benefit would be the money, which I could use, but why leave a job I love so far?
So from my CD of Gregorian Monk style music, there's a song that I didn't like at first. But the more I listened to it, the more I loved the style and the voice, then I realized what was being sung. It's somewhat depressing, and I feel I've heard the song somewhere else before. The only thing that comes to mind though is 6th grade camp (Camp Colton), which doesn't really make sense. I remember singing about someone named Rose... but I doubt this was it. Anywho's... here's the lyrics:
(Chorus)
They call me the wild rose
But my name was Eliza day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Eliza Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
Chorus
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman Id seen
I said, do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: will you give me your loss and your sorrow
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, if I show you the roses, will you follow?
Chorus
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, all beauty must die
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Chorus
Aren't you glad I shared that with you?! It's been running through my head for days.
Anywho's.... have a great weekend!
~Me