there is nothing more beautiful than watching all of your ducks fall in a neat little row.
That's right. Pretty much everything that had been stressing me out has come to fruition in a most satisfying way.
I got a job as a waitress at Pappasito's which required me to quit my job at Randall's. This was such a good feeling. I have never felt so relieved and wanting to spin around singing children's rhymes in my life. On a side note, I must tell you a little story. It's titillating, don't worry. So on Sunday, the day when masculinity and testosterone meet the joy of football, I was at work. And it was almost 7 pm so it was almost time for me to go home. And this man come through my line, on his cell phone. And I always judge people. If God listened to me judging people, he would send me straight to the Episcopalian purg which doesn't exist. So I judge this man to be about my dad's age, maybe a little older, of relatively good income, maybe married, buying lowfat ice cream. So one of his ice cream's is cut open. Things like this happen so he ran to get some more ice cream, still on his cell phone. So I finishing scanning his stuff and have it all bagged and he comes back and tells me, and I quote (he's still on his cell phone. but this is still not okay), "Now, I know I can't have this for free since it was cut open. But as a consolation prize, can I have your phone number?" Now, where did he go wrong? I don't know. EVERYWHERE. I couldn't hold my gag back! I turned my head and about barfed all over the floor. I hope he heard me and never does that again. I wanted to curl up in a ball and rock back and vomit, profusely, all over this man. So, I am overjoyed that I have a new job where this will not happen as much. And I've always wanted to be a waitress and I hear Pappasito's turns nice tips. So duck #1 fell into place. My last day at Randall's was monday. Ha.
I've also done my taxes. Soon I will be considerably better off than I was before. I like this a lot. I'm going to go buy shoes and no one, not even the IRS, can stop me. Duck #2.
Now for the momma duck. So today, as is routine, I check to see if I got into college. Figuring that I still hadn't, I just kind of skimmed the chart and was like, oh, no COLLEGE I'M GOING TO COLLEGE I HAVE GOTTEN INTO COLLEGE OH MY GOSH I'M GOING TO WET MY PANTS! I got into U of Illinois and Baylor today. I am pretty much floating on air. I told just about everyone I saw because I am so excited that I get to go to college up north and that I have to make a decision! Right now, obviously U of I is first up because I want to go to school out of state, but I'm just excited that I got in somewhere. Somewheres actually!
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORAY!
So my stress level has greatly decreased as I begin my adventures to come. I'm so excited all I want to do is scream. I hope that because I've had so much good coming my way that bad will not follow in equal suit. But tomorrow is Alicia's birthday and I am getting up at 5 am to go to breakfast with her. And she doesn't know about it yet. So we are kidnapping her. Oh gosh. I'm going to die of exhaustion.
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I got a job as a waitress at Pappasito's which required me to quit my job at Randall's. This was such a good feeling. I have never felt so relieved and wanting to spin around singing children's rhymes in my life. On a side note, I must tell you a little story. It's titillating, don't worry. So on Sunday, the day when masculinity and testosterone meet the joy of football, I was at work. And it was almost 7 pm so it was almost time for me to go home. And this man come through my line, on his cell phone. And I always judge people. If God listened to me judging people, he would send me straight to the Episcopalian purg which doesn't exist. So I judge this man to be about my dad's age, maybe a little older, of relatively good income, maybe married, buying lowfat ice cream. So one of his ice cream's is cut open. Things like this happen so he ran to get some more ice cream, still on his cell phone. So I finishing scanning his stuff and have it all bagged and he comes back and tells me, and I quote (he's still on his cell phone. but this is still not okay), "Now, I know I can't have this for free since it was cut open. But as a consolation prize, can I have your phone number?" Now, where did he go wrong? I don't know. EVERYWHERE. I couldn't hold my gag back! I turned my head and about barfed all over the floor. I hope he heard me and never does that again. I wanted to curl up in a ball and rock back and vomit, profusely, all over this man. So, I am overjoyed that I have a new job where this will not happen as much. And I've always wanted to be a waitress and I hear Pappasito's turns nice tips. So duck #1 fell into place. My last day at Randall's was monday. Ha.
I've also done my taxes. Soon I will be considerably better off than I was before. I like this a lot. I'm going to go buy shoes and no one, not even the IRS, can stop me. Duck #2.
Now for the momma duck. So today, as is routine, I check to see if I got into college. Figuring that I still hadn't, I just kind of skimmed the chart and was like, oh, no COLLEGE I'M GOING TO COLLEGE I HAVE GOTTEN INTO COLLEGE OH MY GOSH I'M GOING TO WET MY PANTS! I got into U of Illinois and Baylor today. I am pretty much floating on air. I told just about everyone I saw because I am so excited that I get to go to college up north and that I have to make a decision! Right now, obviously U of I is first up because I want to go to school out of state, but I'm just excited that I got in somewhere. Somewheres actually!
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORAY!
So my stress level has greatly decreased as I begin my adventures to come. I'm so excited all I want to do is scream. I hope that because I've had so much good coming my way that bad will not follow in equal suit. But tomorrow is Alicia's birthday and I am getting up at 5 am to go to breakfast with her. And she doesn't know about it yet. So we are kidnapping her. Oh gosh. I'm going to die of exhaustion.
<3 Scooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootti'sgoingtocollege