"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.

Things I never expected to happen to me

More like crazy happenstances at work. This one is going on my anit-bukit list. A couple of weeks ago at work I went to the bathroom, because that's what happens when you drink a bunch of water. Well on my way out this dude walks into the bathroom and heads right for one of the stalls... It was very bizarre. He was kind of old looking and so at first I wasn't sure if he was a guy or not. Turns out he was. Thankfully I got to dump the problem on a manager and not have to deal with it myself.

Which brings me to one of my paranoia's. I am terrified that one day I will accidentally walk into the men's room. On it's own that wouldn't be a big deal, just turn around and walk out. But I always feel like I would walk into some really awkward conversation/ situation. Don't ask what is going down in the men's restroom, but I feel like I would totally walk in on a drug deal, get shot and then end up dead upside down in toilet  Not exactly the way I want to die. It's rather specific for a paranoia and I don't think there is a "name" for it, but if there is I bet it sounds totally awesome.

"'No' as in 'no', or 'no' as in 'maybe'?"

There has been nothing super interesting happening in my life recently. In fact it is unbelievably dull. All I ever do is work. That being said. Today was fantastic because I finally got new windshield whippers. It is a very exciting day. I just needed to share that.

Last weekend I went to my high school fiver year reunion. It's just kind of strange to have a five year reunion. Most of my classmates are borderline broke or have no idea what the hell to do with their lives. A lot of them have kids too. Part of me is super happy for them and the side is horrified at the thought of already being a mother. Their kids are soooo cute.

I do have to say that going made me rethink most of my life choices and I decided I wouldn't change much. Some days I think there's something wrong with me because I don't really want to be married or have kids, but that's because I have definite career goals. I am not so selfish that I want to try having the perfect family and the perfect career. I just don't believe it's possible for most families. It seems to me that people who have extremely successful careers don't have the closest families. Not that there is a problem with that. I just grew up in a family that was really close. If I ever have kids I want to be the one raising them, not a nanny, not a day care, me. Which is why I am focused on my life goals, if I get to where I want to go I will be able to raise my own kids.

That got surprisingly melancholy. Anyway, the really annoying part of the "reunion" (there were only like seven of us) was that the cafeteria had been remodeled. It looks fantastic. And I am annoyed that they waited till I left to do it. Mostly cuz they are building a new science building at the college I went to. Construction started the year after I left. Apparently I can never be at the school when it gets something new.