thoughts i found in a puddle from the rain
'ello there!
i've been meaning to stop by and say hello for a while now... but every time i sit down to do so, i realize i have nothing to say. i'm fairly certain that the same will hold true tonight, but i'll try my hardest.
a word on temp agencies: i suppose this should have been more expected than it was, but wow do they mean temporary. the thing is, the job that i was at (aka blah) was supposedly a "long term temporary assignment" which the temp agency had kind of implied was going to last right up until camp, which i thought was just fantastic. well, it turns out that the company i was temping for ended up filling the position within two days. so when i went to get my timesheet signed, my "supervisor" told me that they had already filled the position so i was no longer needed. i was way relieved to not have to go there anymore... for a few reasons:
so earlier tonight, i was on the phone with garret, and therefore i was in the yellow room - because i guess that's the only place for me to go to talk on the phone late at night. when i'm in the yellow room, i lay on the couch that's directly under the window. i'm not gonna lie - in the back of my mind, that couch has seemed better than the other one because if i'm on that couch, a killer standing outside the window wouldn't be able to see me, because i'm under the window. anyway, i'm laying there talking and all the sudden the motion light in the driveway goes on! so i got ridiculously scared but refused to look out the window because i'm positive that i would have been face-to-face with a killer. the light went off, and i remained frozen. eventually i went around the house to make sure all the doors were locked... but i'm still fairly convinced there's a killer lurking somewhere.
actually, it wouldn't have even mattered if it had been a killer. it could have been a sweet little old woman and i would have been absolutely terrified to be seeing her outside my window at 12:30 at night.
well seriously though, if you saw a little old woman standing in a driveway at 12:30 at night, it would be an entirely horrific experience. can you imagine? little old ladies go to bed way earlier than 12:30...and even if they're not asleep, they're in their houses watching tv or something -- they're certainly not standing in driveways. (please understand that the old woman in the driveway in my mind has long gray wispy hair and is wearing a night gown with no shoes. okay, wait, it's old rose from titanic.)
p.s. titanic is on tv this sunday. from 7-11:08. ...i know that's because of commercials and stuff... but being as the movie is 3 hours 17 minutes... couldn't they have just timed the commercials so that it fit right into a four hour time slot? also, is it really necessary to have 45 minutes of commercials in a movie? please. that movie made enough money.
speaking of money, did anyone see oprah yesterday? (i realize that the money thing did not directly correlate with oprah, though in a roundabout way, it sort of did. and besides, i'm trying to work on my transitions. stick with me.) well, tom cruise was on and i am fully convinced that he is living in some sort of drug induced haze of happiness. he's dating katie holmes (don't get me started. the age difference. oy.) and would not stop cheering and [literally] climbing on furniture about it. also, he shook oprah more times than i'd like to mention. so really, when it comes down to it - if you got him and travolta together and put them both on oprah, it would be one manic-depressive insane forum where one was crying while the other was cheering.
also, i'm sure him and katie holmes are happy and all, but didn't you always hope she'd end up with pacey?
my mom and i cleaned my room tonight, which i referred to as "cleaning up my life". wow am i glad that occurred.
this weekend is montreal for my cousin meghan's wedding. i'm very excited about it... but i don't have much else to say about that just now ...
but about shopping for shoes and such for the wedding ... if you can avoid crossgates, do it. and if you go to crossgates and for some reason don't find what you need, i'm sorry about the feeling of utter failure that you're going to experience.
so yes, i will go shoe shopping again tomorrow. and no, i don't enjoy shoe shopping (no matter how many times you tell me i do).
i've been meaning to stop by and say hello for a while now... but every time i sit down to do so, i realize i have nothing to say. i'm fairly certain that the same will hold true tonight, but i'll try my hardest.
a word on temp agencies: i suppose this should have been more expected than it was, but wow do they mean temporary. the thing is, the job that i was at (aka blah) was supposedly a "long term temporary assignment" which the temp agency had kind of implied was going to last right up until camp, which i thought was just fantastic. well, it turns out that the company i was temping for ended up filling the position within two days. so when i went to get my timesheet signed, my "supervisor" told me that they had already filled the position so i was no longer needed. i was way relieved to not have to go there anymore... for a few reasons:
- the girl who i would have been "replacing" had explained to me that my number one priority was copying. it was immediately saddening me to think that every morning when i woke up, i would think to myself "ah, what a great day. well, i better go get dressed - my number one priority today, like yesterday, is copying."
- when i wasn't copying, i was filing medical forms. which is alright, but it meant constantly listening to nurses talk about the visits they had just gone on. these conversations were kind of sad.
- every time i had to file a "vacation slip" i got sad because it meant that the nurse was filing for a fill-in for her patient. i don't know why that upset me as much as it did, but i just felt sad for the patient because it made them feel like a job that one would take a vacation from...whereas i feel like people are people and if you're going to someone's house to care for them then you have some sort of relationship with them and it just seems sad to take a vacation from them. that's why i couldn't do health care - i'd get to emotional about it.
- eating lunch alone in my car in the hannaford parking lot was not working for me.
- and i think that even after just two days, the girl who gets the carts in the hannaford parking lot was starting to notice me. because i know i recognized her.
so earlier tonight, i was on the phone with garret, and therefore i was in the yellow room - because i guess that's the only place for me to go to talk on the phone late at night. when i'm in the yellow room, i lay on the couch that's directly under the window. i'm not gonna lie - in the back of my mind, that couch has seemed better than the other one because if i'm on that couch, a killer standing outside the window wouldn't be able to see me, because i'm under the window. anyway, i'm laying there talking and all the sudden the motion light in the driveway goes on! so i got ridiculously scared but refused to look out the window because i'm positive that i would have been face-to-face with a killer. the light went off, and i remained frozen. eventually i went around the house to make sure all the doors were locked... but i'm still fairly convinced there's a killer lurking somewhere.
actually, it wouldn't have even mattered if it had been a killer. it could have been a sweet little old woman and i would have been absolutely terrified to be seeing her outside my window at 12:30 at night.
well seriously though, if you saw a little old woman standing in a driveway at 12:30 at night, it would be an entirely horrific experience. can you imagine? little old ladies go to bed way earlier than 12:30...and even if they're not asleep, they're in their houses watching tv or something -- they're certainly not standing in driveways. (please understand that the old woman in the driveway in my mind has long gray wispy hair and is wearing a night gown with no shoes. okay, wait, it's old rose from titanic.)
p.s. titanic is on tv this sunday. from 7-11:08. ...i know that's because of commercials and stuff... but being as the movie is 3 hours 17 minutes... couldn't they have just timed the commercials so that it fit right into a four hour time slot? also, is it really necessary to have 45 minutes of commercials in a movie? please. that movie made enough money.
speaking of money, did anyone see oprah yesterday? (i realize that the money thing did not directly correlate with oprah, though in a roundabout way, it sort of did. and besides, i'm trying to work on my transitions. stick with me.) well, tom cruise was on and i am fully convinced that he is living in some sort of drug induced haze of happiness. he's dating katie holmes (don't get me started. the age difference. oy.) and would not stop cheering and [literally] climbing on furniture about it. also, he shook oprah more times than i'd like to mention. so really, when it comes down to it - if you got him and travolta together and put them both on oprah, it would be one manic-depressive insane forum where one was crying while the other was cheering.
also, i'm sure him and katie holmes are happy and all, but didn't you always hope she'd end up with pacey?
my mom and i cleaned my room tonight, which i referred to as "cleaning up my life". wow am i glad that occurred.
this weekend is montreal for my cousin meghan's wedding. i'm very excited about it... but i don't have much else to say about that just now ...
but about shopping for shoes and such for the wedding ... if you can avoid crossgates, do it. and if you go to crossgates and for some reason don't find what you need, i'm sorry about the feeling of utter failure that you're going to experience.
so yes, i will go shoe shopping again tomorrow. and no, i don't enjoy shoe shopping (no matter how many times you tell me i do).