Somebody tried to pick me up at the library

Okay, so that's not really what happened. But the girl did give me her number. Which was both flattering and strange. And not at all like how I made that sound. I was perusing my the manga section in the library, which is ridiculously small and I wouldn't be too surprised to find out I own more books. Anyway, she happened to be looking at the books too and was extremely happy to meet someone normal who also read manga...

Yeah... I don't think I've ever qualified as normal. *shurg* I do appear more normal than most people who read that particular media. It was just a very strange night. It'd started out with me attempting to take some night shots, the moon was gorgeous (but refused to show up in any of the pictures. Damn you moon!) but it got to cold so I meandered into the library. And ended up meeting a rather interesting person.

Falling into jobs

Over the last few years I have been unbelievably lucky in job acquisitions. Most of the jobs I've had were pretty much offered to me on a platter. Not that I didn't have to interview and work my ass off when I got the job. But it was pretty much in the bag when I started. Mkay, that sounds kind of conceited. It was more like unless I did something unbelievably stupid I would get the job. Thanks to my four years in college I pretty much know how to land a job after the first interview. Unfortunately I have a habit of being brutally honest and most employers to do not want to hear it. Mostly cuz I have no idea where the hell my life is going, or if it's headed in a direction I'm passionate about.

Um. This pretty much is how I got my new job. Right place, right time. It was my day off and I decided to chill for a few hours in a coffee house I rarely visit, but knew had a great chai. While I was enjoying the soup, I was really hungry so I ended up eating lunch there, the manager came out of her office looking flustered. When she was walking past my table she asked if I was looking for a job. It was out of the blue and I was to surprised to answer. After thinking about it for about a minute I got up and asked her what I needed to do to get the job. She asked me to come in the next day with my resume. When I did we had a nice, if strangely long and kind of personal talk.

And the rest is history. Granted it's pretty funny history.

"sit does not mean hump my leg"

My mother's dog is insane. It jumps all over the place and is crazy hyper. At least for her. Most of the time I don't go anywhere near it. The dog believes I am his personal slobber post. It's super gross. We had to tie him up because people were coming to see the house (Oh yeah, we're in the middle of selling our house. W00t.) I felt bad for him so after the people left I went out to unhook the chain, totally expecting to be mauled. Which I was, but when I told him to sit he actually sat. This has never happened before. I mean Never. And the most amazing thing is that he stayed sitting, granted I told him to stay. But dogs are not known for their long memories.

Now that I know he'll actually sit I am more inclined to take him for walks. Well, it'd still be more like him dragging me along. But, meh. He's super cute when he behaves.

A dear friend posted this on my fb page.
Not sure where she found it, but it's awesome.

This week has been kind of weird. I got a job offer on Sunday, which means I can quit my awfully job. Part of the reason I haven't been blogging (other than pure lazyness) is because all I want to do is bitch about the worst job I have ever had. I would have preferred to work for my father than continue working where I had a job. (I am not going to say where it was because it doesn't matter).

My new job is at a coffee house bistro thing. Not really sure if it would be classified as a restaurant

"I'm aaaaaaaall grown up"

So can I go back to being a kid? Cuz that would be awesome. At this point in my life I can't decide if I hate my job or I just hate working. I can't say I hate working in general because I've had jobs I didn't really consider jobs because it was fun. Stressful and intense, but fun.

I read a super sad story yesterday and it has dumped me into a rather bleak out look on life. I think that all sad books should have a massive stamp on the front that says "Tragedy." Then I could know which books to avoid.