Interests:| god | music | family | friendship | chillin' | catching up | school | service | Expertise:pharmacy/medicine design...i wanna be a drug dealer... Occupation:Student Industry:Medical
I think I'm cursed. I go through grand spans of life, virtually unscathed by the cogs of the daily grind, gloriously mediocre. Yanno, with the potential of greatness, but in no hurry. I usually fly under the radar of the big guy upstairs, and that other not-so-nice man downstairs. However, there are those serendipitous points where I think they both realize that everything's been gravy for me and they both decide it's time to bring on the crapstorm. Each for individual reasons I'm sure. My car "Beast" (sidenote: President Obama's new ride has also been dubbed with the name "Beast", it's like one mind I tell you!) decided to die on me like; "Oh, let's drive this nice lady home from the grocery store, doopdie doo....chug chug chug, PEACE OUT!". Piece of crap died on me halfway home in the entrance of a firestation parking lot (shouts to the Naperville Firestation#3, you guys and gal are the best!). After three and a half years together and six payments away from freedom, God rest his soul. So I towed it (for the second time in a week) to the carmax to get it appraised and hopefully trade it in to find out it's only worth $250 and it would take about $1600 to fix it. So naturally, feelings aside, I want to bid it a freakin' adieu. But now, with an outstanding balance on a car that won't work and the banks being all clingy to the money that they have, I find myself immobile, or demobilized, with no financier. Unless I come up with $2000 down. Which is obviously no problem for a girl that lives from paycheck to paycheck. Oh wait, that IS a problem. Hence, crapstorm. To ease up on me a bit I think the good man upstairs got me into Benedictine just in time to be able to get into some classes for this semester! But wait. I have no way to get there, which is crazy since it's only 5 minutes away. Yet another semester behind, but I was in no hurry right? That's what I keep telling myself. Still bummed out. Plus, because I have to rely on others for rides, I haven't been getting as much work in, which will of course come back to bite me when my next round of bills comes up. I can't wait for the devastation! I haven't gotten a feel for the economic climate yet, so I get to see what all the hooplah's about. I just need to hang in there until I get my tax return, which will be enough to cover the down. Hopefully I just run into someone that is like, hey, you look like you need about 2000 dollars. Here. Or maybe one of those Nigerian Princes I've been hearing so much about might choose me to store a couple million dollars for them. That could be exciting, I hear they're this generation's Ed McMahon...only African, and they don't come to your door, and they're fake. Fake like, not just parts, like Ed's hip or whatever. You probably get it. But the point is I'm "bleh" which is a step of from "ick" so I'm making headway. But this blogosphere may have to deal with my moodiness for a bit.
Lately, and by "lately" I mean "the past few months", there have been a lot of changes here at good ol' cod state. One of which being some offices merging. We actually absorbed an office, not the people, but the physical office. All their crap got moved down to our office, conveniently on my day off; and more specifically, into my office. My office is really a glorified cubicle. I have one real wall to my right. It's a real office wall, complete with a cheesy motivational poster: Success-- success is a journey, not a destination. It has picture of a windy road in a wooded area with some sort of light in the end. Be jealous. The "wall" behind me is my second desk and hutch/table space placed back to back with some filing cabinets, and the "wall" to my left is two large storage cabinets. Directly in front of me is an open area since the person that used to be there isn't, and their job wasn't refilled. Normally I have a pretty good space to maneuver my chair, and enough room to open the cabinets to the storage units, and that's about it. Since they started moving everything into my area, I haven't been able to really pull my chair out, much less do anything else and I had boxes of junk that wasn't mine ALL OVER THE PLACE. But today, today was a new day. I took all the crap in our area and put it in the hallway and told people to come down to get it for free. I didn't think people would want any of it but, it was crazy! I told people to wait til 11:30 so I could have time to move everything, and people just came down and waited for me to put stuff down to see if they wanted it. Like the seagulls in Nemo yanno? "mine, mine mine!" Some people followed me into my office and asked me if there was more stuff. Craziness. Which I guess I should understand since right now we are on an expenditure freeze while the budget is refigured, people are probably freaking out and hoarding supplies they may or may not need. Kinda like Y2K. Which brings me to the sidenote of wonderment. Is anyone else wondering how long it's going to take until all the empty storefronts and empty workspaces finally gets to them and they're like...whoa, things are really bad huh? Or has that hit everyone already and I'm the only one that's all delayed? Anywho. On to other things. Gonna load the babre pictures onto facebook. And does anyone know how to post videos to youtube? I got a good one of him sledding on a ramp and said I'd post it. I don't want to be a liar.
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So, I know I live in the Greater Chicagoland Area, and therefore I must succumb to the crazy weather. Today, the forecast is: Yukon. I started my morning lazily since I checked the weather on my phone from the warmth of my bed to see it described as:
9degrees with a comfort of -23degrees. Snow Showers. Cold. Overcast. Frigid.
I took the time, which is approximately one snooze button, to appreciate the irony of my phone allowing a listing of the "comfort" of NEGATIVE 23 degrees and got up, with some disdain, to get to work somewhat on time. I decided to wear a thermal and my fuzzy faux fur lined hoodie that I still have the sales tag attached to since I can't make amends with myself actually spending a good amount of money on it, although, it is quite toasty and cute. Oh, and pants, I also wore pants, don't worry you people that visualized an outfit for a cold day and saw a pantless person venturing out into a blizzard and complaining about the cold. I wore pants. I also donned two pairs of socks and my fuzzy lined boots.
I trotted out the door and realized a few things: 1) it was snowing these annoyingly small dots of ice blades that you can hardly see, but can definitely feel, when they hit you in the face 2) that I don't live in a place that has covered parking anymore, and lastly 3)that my boyfriend (whom I love very very much for many things, INCLUDING brushing off and warming the car for me) is no longer here, but in "experiencing a heat wave" California (No, I'm not bitter...not TOO bitter at least). So I had to brush off 4 inches of powdery snow off of Beast (my car's name) and rock my car out of its frozen snow blocked parking space. I tried to put my seatbelt on, and forgot my hands were wet from brushing snow out of my car, and my hand froze to the metal part of the buckle; which, as you can imagine, was awesome. Then, 10 minutes later, and 10 minutes late for work, I was off! I live about 10 minutes away from work in normal conditions. Today it took 45 minutes of enduring skidding, slow drivers, reckless drivers, and slow reckless drivers. It sucked. BUT! I did enjoy having to go around 2 BMW's and a Benz that couldn't get out of an ice patch in my trusty Dodge Intrepid. That made my day!
I'm suuuuper excited about my third job, it looks like its gonna be awesome and a possible outlet to cutting down stress without minimizing funds. Plus, I get to do what I love, not to say that I've lost my passion to find the cure for cancer or alternate care for juvenile diabetes (for those who didn't know, yes, that is what I was planning on researching and designing meds for. Ultraspecific, I know.), but graphic design is what keeps me sane during infinite tests. I've been doing freelance work for the past month or so and I've recently been assigned a Creative Director position for a large up and coming corporation. In addition, me and Jo are starting our own multimedia consulting non for profit organization. It's definitely a lot, but we've been blessed with a large umbrella company over us to feed us clients, and it looks promising. Please, please, PLEASE keep us in your prayers. And GodMama, if you're reading this, this is why I need you (sorry I haven't been able to get back to you, midterms were crazy. Call you soon!). I'll continue this when I get to my parents house. Bye!
