It's been a busy week for me. I've barely been home these past few days. I like being busy, though, I have to admit that it makes me tired...and doesn't allow me a whole lot of time to write or read. I've just been too damned tired.
Last night my friend and I decided to drive to a mall in order to exchange some shoes my friend bought that were too big. We got halfway there and realized that the shoes had been forgotten. As it was already getting late and we were both starving we didn't bother turning around. We just headed to the mall, grabbed some food at the food court then headed back home. Today after work I met up with a fellow coworker in the agency I work for and we headed to a meeting for the St. Jude's charity organization we belong too. It was a wasted trip-only one other person showed up but it was good to get out.
The rest of the week looks just as jam packed. I have nothing planned yet for tomorrow, but pretty much the rest of the week-something is going on. Then on Saturday and Monday I'll be attending two different concerts...and will be on vacation from work Monday and Tuesday.
Hopefully I will survive all the excitement. And if I don't? Well, it was all worth it.
With everyone running on different schedules in this household, I find myself alone quite often.
I don't have a problem with being alone, often times I thrive on the solitude of being able to get lost in my own thoughts...but when you are living somewhere that isn't your own place-being alone can have the potential to be quite lonely.
Fortunately, I have not had that problem too often while here. The cats seem to have made it their mission to come hang out in my room whenever I'm here alone. When I stayed here for a week by myself, the older (and meaner) cat would not allow me to sit down without jumping on my lap. Now, it's the other...more unsocialable (but more even tempered) cat who has decided that my bedroom is her bedroom.
If I'm not at home, or at least not in my bedroom and the cat is inside...she can often be found curled up on my down blanket. And when I'm hanging out in my bedroom? She's usually curled up on my lap...or on my chest. Some nights I will be awakened by the cat jumping up on my bed and jumping on top of me.
I'm certainly not complaining. While I'm not the biggest fan of cats (I prefer dogs)...I enjoy the purring and the softness of their fur. Now that it's chillier I like the extra warmth they radiate. And yes, I like the extra comfort that they give me...that you can only get from an animal.
I still miss my dogs though. I don't think that will ever go away.
After work yesterday I decided to head to the mall with the intention of paying off my American Eagle credit card I recently applied for. The trip was futile as you cannot pay off AE credit cards in store...so I headed over to FYE to have a look around.
I was pleasantly surprised at their used section and I quickly began drooling...eh, looking over the selection. To my left I became aware of a man coughing loudly and quite annoying...but I did my best to ignore him and soon enough the coughing ceased.
A moment or two later...it started up again and this time much closer. To my horror, the cougher was now on my right also looking through the used selection. Again I tried to block out the annoying sound but considering the man was now next to me, it just was not possible to block it out. I grabbed the stack of cd's that I had been planning on going through more carefully when I was finished browsing and headed up to to the cashier.
Forty-five dollars and 15 minutes later I was finally able to get that annoying and disgusting noise out of my mind. Hopefully my next trip there will be a bit more peaceful.
Hello, Hi...how've you been?
Do you even still remember me? Don't feel bad if you don't. I barely remember myself...I just remember that once upon a time there was a girl named Silver and she was a blogger. And no, Silver didn't live in the zip code 90210*.
I'm trying to reconnect with that girl...because as I recall-she was pretty damn cool. She was funny, smart, creative...yes, she did have her issues. But come on, who doesn't have some kind of issues?
I feel guilty because I went through all this trouble to set up my new "home" here on the web. I had so many plans and ideas-yet, have not followed through with any of them. I'm constantly telling myself that it's due to time constraints but quite honestly...that is bullshit. I have the time, I can easily make time. If I can dedicate an hour a day to writing each day that will be a good start. It's just a laziness factor. I'm not used to having a job that takes so much out of me at the end of the day.
But I'm vowing to do better...starting today, right now, I am on a mission to rediscover this girl named Silver. And once I find her, I'm determined not to let her slip away again.
So wish me luck on this journey and I will see you again shortly.
*Yes, I am aware that I just admitted to watching (and being addicted) to the new "90210"...which actually features a character nicknamed Silver...who coincidentally is a dedicated blogger. And yes, I am sorta suspicious that perhaps the name wasn't "borrowed" from my internet personality.
I almost got stuck in the elevator at work today. The worst part is that I was alone at the time. Even worse, I didn't have my cell phone with me.
I had been working at my desk in the basement but needed to go upstairs to put some files away and get some lunch. My arms were full of said files and I got on the small elevator to make the quick journey upstairs. I was halfway upstairs when the elevator just stops....a few feet shy of reaching it's mark.
I pushed the button in an attempt to make it move upwards to complete it's ascent but it would not budge. I pushed the down button in hopes that perhaps it would go down. No luck.
I began to panic slightly and the bundle of files fell to the ground. I pulled myself together a bit and attempted to get the elevator to move again. Once again the elevator refused to finish going upwards, but this time I was able to get the machine to go down...and once it reached the bottom I was able to go up.
I've always been weary of that elevator. I remember the day I was interviewed for the job I had to ride on that machine and had the sinking feeling that at some point I'd get stuck on that thing.
While I'm enjoying my new position at work, I often find myself frustrated with the fact that the person that previously held my position left things in chaos.
Perhaps chaos is an exaggeration but not by much...
There has been many days in the past few weeks that I could have been spared a lot of frustrations, had I been left the proper information. Take today for instance. I was scheduled to take one of our residents to a doctor's appointment. I was only given the name of the doctor and so I made the assumption that the office was just down the road. I pick up the resident from her day program and head over to the office...I walk in, give the receptionist the residents name and was told that I was in the wrong office, that the appointment was in another town about 15 minutes up the road.
Of course I was late to the appointment. And of course I blamed myself even though as far as I knew, there was only one office for this particular doctor. If the girl who had scheduled the appointment gave me the proper information, the situation would not have happened. I would have shown up to the appointment on time...and I probably would have been able to get out of work on time.
But don't get me wrong, 85% of the time, I do like the new position. I just don't enjoy making myself look bad because of situations that are out of my control-and were easily avoidable.
Before I moved, my mother made a comment that she bet that I would lose weight when I moved out...not exactly sure what she implied, but the comment stuck with me.
I hate to admit this, but it seems as though the opposite is true. It seems lately that I've become extremely lazy with exercising...out of control with my eating habits and using extremely bad judgment with what I eat. It doesn't help either that my roommate and I end up going out to eat...a lot. This weekend alone we went out for a late meal then drinking on Friday night, went out to dinner on Saturday and breakfast today (Sunday). Since we don't often eat here at the house there's not always "healthy" foods that are easily accessible and so I find myself snacking on junk when I'm at home...considering the fact I rarely eat lunch at work, by the time I get home I head straight for the junk to tide me over until dinner (and no, I do not buy the junk so it's not just a matter of NOT buying it).
I'm discouraged. While I haven't gained enough to have to go back up a size in jeans-I feel and see that I'm getting a bit too flabby. I'm leaning towards wearing baggy clothing again in an attempt to hide the fact that I'm gaining weight.
So I guess it's time to really start pushing myself to take better care of myself. I've got to convince my roommate that it's just not a good idea to constantly go out to eat, I've got to actually go to the grocery store and pick up healthy snacks to have around the house and try to find the time to actually cook a meal or two a week. I've got to take the half hour a night to exercise. I've got to start packing a (healthy) lunch to bring to work so that when I get done work I'm not tempted to stop at a fast food joint for something to eat.
I'm not going to put a set weight that I want to lose. I just know that I'll feel better once I begin to eat healthier, get some regular exercise and stop eating out all the time and just leave that for special occasions.
Yesterday started out badly.
It was the day I was scheduled to take my CDL Road Test and I was stressed out. I was awoken a half hour before my alarm by the ringing of my cell phone. It was my boss, wanting me into work a half hour early.
My friend and I got into a disagreement before I left the house-which left us both in tears.
By the time I got to work I was a nervous wreck and barely got through the morning. I was late to meet up with my driving instructor that was taking me to my road test (though, I still had plenty of time to make it on time).
It was pouring rain and for the life of me I could not parallel park successfully.
I braced myself for failure and hoped for the best.
By some miracle I passed the driving test...perhaps not with flying colors, but I passed. I managed to parallel park on the first attempt. I did nearly collapse after it was over, I actually started crying with the relief of getting through it and begged the instructor to drive home as my nerves at that point were completely shot. Thankfully he happily obliged.
I got back to work to warm wishes of congratulations by my boss and a coworker. I was finally able to calm down enough to concentrate on some paperwork left by the house nurse.
I came home and my friend and I made up and went out to get coffee. My friend hadn't canceled plans afterall so after a quick trip to her sister's to grab a slice of pizza we prepared to go out with our friend.
The evening ended at a deserted bar where we took control of the jukebox and had a good timed planning a few future weekend trips. We arrived home after 2am and I promptly feel into bed and passed out from the combination of sheer exhaustion and the couple of drinks I ingested during the evening.
Tomorrow is Friday. In the eight years that I have been gainfully employed, the expression "TGIF" finally applies to me. I have to say, it's a good feeling!
It seems as though every job I've had up to this point have required me to work weekends, with the exception of one job-but as I was in college at the time and also working part time at another job-weekends were still filled with work.
I didn't exactly mind having to work weekends, weekdays do have their merits-but let's face it...all the "fun" stuff happens on the weekends. If I decide that I want to indulge a little on Friday night with everyone else...hey, I can do that without the worry of how I will feel the next day.
The only "bad" thing about tomorrow being Friday is that tomorrow is when I'm scheduled to take the road portion of my CDL test-and of course it's suppose to be raining. Just my luck. But hey, at least it's Friday!
I have a new job!
No, not really. I do however have a new position at my current job. I swore that I would find a new job all together...but when I was offered the position by my boss I didn't hesitate to accept it. It's a Monday to Friday position, with hours that work MUCH better for me (I won't have to wake up at 4:30am)...and the job itself is a bit more challenging which makes me happy.
Today was "officially" my first day with my new position. I was actually awake BEFORE my alarm, and felt completely rested. I had my breakfast instead of skipping it in favor of a few more minutes of zzz's. I actually put makeup on. Things were going really well this A.M.
Since I had a few extra minutes I decide to stop to get some coffee...and that was the start of my bad luck. The place I stopped at doesn't seem to understand the concept of "fast" in the morning...which put me behind schedule...then I hit school traffic that I did not anticipate.
I dealt with the holdups without any issues. Hey, I got my coffee so I'm happy. Then...not three minutes from work I went around a bend and well, my cup of coffee (which I WAS securing) decided to go flying...all over my leather seats. Considering I was now running late, I had no time to deal with the mess.
So now my Volvo smells like coffee-granted, I do like the smell of coffee. Just not in my car.
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