Meme+work
Ganked from xxxantiyouxxx:
LAYER ONE: On the Outside
Name: Karen
Birth date: 8/2/79
Birthplace: Plainfield, NJ
Current Location: North Plainfield, NJ
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brownish-black
Height: 5'5"
Zodiac Sign: Leo
LAYER TWO: On The Inside
Your heritage: Cherokee, English, Irish, German
Shoes you wore today: Soft low-heel black shoes
Your weakness: Peanut butter
Your fears: Tiny holes
Your perfect pizza: Pepperoni and sausage smothered in garlic seasoning
Goal you'd like to achieve: Owning my own tea and coffee shop
LAYER THREE: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your most overused phrase: Not a phrase, but I do make a lot of random noises
Your thoughts first waking up: "Breakfast?"
Your best physical feature: Eyes, legs
Your bedtime: 10:30-12
Your most missed memory: Missed as in forgotten? If so, that would be all of them.
LAYER FOUR: Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Tea
McDonald's or Burger King: Wendy's
Single or group dates: Solo (what, I can date myself! I'm the cheapest I know of!)
Adidas or Nike: Barefoot
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Snapple
Cappuccino or coffee: TEA
LAYER FIVE: Do You?
Smoke: No
Cuss: Yes
Sing: To myself
Take a shower everyday: Yes
Have a crush(es): Not on anyone real
Think you've been in love: It's debateable these days
Like(d) high school: Only when I wasn't there
Believe in yourself: For the most part
Get motion sickness: No
Think you're attractive: On my good days
Like thunderstorms: Yes indeed
Play an instrument: Tried the clarinet in grade school, now I plan on learning piano from a co-worker
LAYER SIX: In the past month...
Drank alcohol: Yeah
Smoked: No
Done a drug: No
Gone on a date: I guess yes?
Gone to the mall: Yes
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Nope
Been on stage: No
Been dumped: No
Gone skating: No
Gone skinny dipping: No
Dyed your hair: No
Stolen anything: No
LAYER SEVEN: Ever...
Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes
Been caught "doing something": Yes
Been called a tease: No
Gotten beaten up: No
Shoplifted: Yes
LAYER EIGHT: Getting Older
Age you hope to be married: Never
How do you want to die: In my sleep after a satisfactory life
What do you want to be when you grow up: Tea/coffee shop owner
Best eye color?: Bright, intense blue or cat's eye green
Best hair color?: Indifferent
Height: 6' and up
Best articles of clothing: Long skirts and peasant blouses
Best first date location: Diner would be nice
LOL WHERE'S NINE?
LAYER TEN: In The Numbers
Number of drugs taken illegally: 0
Number of people I could trust with my life: 2
Number of CDs that I own: 0
Number of piercings: 2
Number of tattoos: 0
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: 0
Number of scars on my body: 5+
Number of things in my past that I regret: 3
Work was good. No real problems. The first few hours went slowly, but steadily. I was starving for about three of the four hours before my break so that probably didn't help. I spent my lunch break talking with Jalana and advising her on how to talk to her father about moving in with her mother up in Rochester. It was nice to bond with her a bit; she's a darling girl. She will be deeply missed when she leaves.
Beforehand, when I walked into the breakroom, Ian was snoozing on the sofa. I admit, he's absolutely adorable and I really hope he's not gay. XD It's so hard for me to tell these days. Minneapolis totally destroyed my gaydar and it hasn't recovered yet. Me and Sara teased him a little as he rolled about reluctant to get up and return to work. My weakness to tummies was rearing its head; it was all I could do not to jump on him and tickle him relentlessly. Guys are so precious when they're sleepy. And he's such a sweetheart. He only works one day out of the week, which are Thursdays, so I kinda hope I can continue to work Thursdays if only to get to know him better. Yes, I'm crushing slightly. He looks like Michael Stipe, but with a bit more meat on his bones. It's the big blue eyes and glasses, I think. And the tummy. His shirt was up a little as he was getting off the sofa and I was like '*staaaaaaaaaaaaaare*'. I need help. XD What is it about the multimedia sellers and the cafe people that makes it so easy for us to get along? I swear, it's a running theme for me no matter who's working.
I seem to be well-liked by my new co-workers. A wonderful change from the previous staff. Harold called me honey and sweetheart today, which just made me want to purr in delight. He's super-nice, too. Dot notices me no matter what I'm doing, always ready with a hello and a how are you. Ty greets me a lot, too. Hell, everyone does. Jon, our big Asian guy (I keep on wanting to call him E. Honda), likes to say hello even though we've only really met a few times. Everyone's so nice! I feel like crying. Everyone's getting something for the holidays, that's all there is to it. Even if I just drop a bunch of random gifts on the breakroom table and let people have at it, everyone's getting something this year. I definitely want to get candy bags for everyone before Halloween. I'll have to get Roe her Lindt chocolates, if only to make her smile and to see if TJ is still kicking around there. I still miss him, too, even though he wouldn't really mesh well with the new staff. I still have a strong comraderie with the old staff members who've stuck around so that's something. I'm such a sentimental dork, I swear.
Getting back on track here, before I had a powwow with Jalana, I asked Ian what else he did when he wasn't working at the store. He said he goes to school and teaches music out of his home. I asked him what he taught, hoping he'd say violin or something, but no. He only teaches piano and guitar, easily the two more popular 'gateway instruments'. I asked him his prices. $30 for 45 minutes. Sounds fair to me. I expressed an interest in piano since many people have remarked that I have piano fingers and yes, there's a total ulterior motive in there. But no, I would like to learn an instrument. Perhaps learning one will enable me to learn another one easier later on. I'd love to be able to play music when my art and writing are less than stellar. I should be musicial. Music moves me just as much as any musician, even if I don't have a sense of time and beat. Yet. This will be two things for me to enjoy: a new skill I can take pleasure in and a chance to get to know someone I already find interesting. Even if one thing doesn't come of it, I'll still learn a new skill that I can enjoy no matter what happens.
Oh damn, it might not reflect in my writing, but I'm so emotional right now. Course, listening to mostly depressing songs probably isn't helping with that, but I was feeling nostalgic. The songs are ones Julia and I used to listen to all the time whenever we stayed up all night drawing. I wish I could remember them all. She had all of these great mood-inspiring CDs. I admit, I miss those days so much and I know that it will never happen again. And it makes me cry. It really does. I've since stopped trying to find a 'replacement' art partner. I'll draw with other people, but I don't think they could understand or connect with my work like Julia did and could and vice versa. I miss those days. I miss the worlds. The endless sketching and watching of random things on TV. Yeah, I'm strangely emotional tonight. Talk about a derail.
I think I need a hug.