A lot has been happening in my small world. My Schlotzsky's is closing on Friday for good.It is rather sad, but I have been putting in a crazy amount of resumes and applications to basically any place that is hiring. One of those will pan out. I just know it.
Speaking of work - while I am riding my bike to Schlotzsky's (which won't be for much longer) there are signs that people put in their yards which say: "Drive 25 - keep kids alive!". Now I know that what they mean by this is that if you drive slower you are less likely to have an accident and kill a child. However, to me at least, it looks like they are saying: "Hey! It is okay to hit kids as long as you are going 25 MPH!".
Ah the facets of the English language....
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Small Packages
I'm short.
Not painfully short, but below average. On a good day I stand at a whopping 5 feet 3 and 1/2 inches (that half is very important to me). This makes for certain difficulties on the day to day that I never seem to notice until I see someone who is taller than I am do it with relative ease.
For example: I can't reach the top shelf of anything without a chair or stool. At work I have to have people get take-home containers for me because I just can't reach them. Putting ice in the pop machine is an absolute chore which involves a chair and then still lifting the bucket of ice up to head level.
At grocery stores I have to ask people to get stuff for me from the top shelf if I want something up there.
Also when I am unloading the dishwasher and having to put away things on the top shelf I have to climb onto the counter top to do this.
When I go to a show that doesn't have stadium seating I have to either be in the front few row or I literally can't see because of people sitting in front of me.
If your car/truck/whatever has lifts - you better be prepared to lift me into it.
Oh well.
It really isn't so bad. I can pull off high heels without looking like an Amazonian freak. That's a plus. Right?
Regardless of anything else in this post - Smallville season eight premieres tomorrow! I am so ready...!
Not painfully short, but below average. On a good day I stand at a whopping 5 feet 3 and 1/2 inches (that half is very important to me). This makes for certain difficulties on the day to day that I never seem to notice until I see someone who is taller than I am do it with relative ease.
For example: I can't reach the top shelf of anything without a chair or stool. At work I have to have people get take-home containers for me because I just can't reach them. Putting ice in the pop machine is an absolute chore which involves a chair and then still lifting the bucket of ice up to head level.
At grocery stores I have to ask people to get stuff for me from the top shelf if I want something up there.
Also when I am unloading the dishwasher and having to put away things on the top shelf I have to climb onto the counter top to do this.
When I go to a show that doesn't have stadium seating I have to either be in the front few row or I literally can't see because of people sitting in front of me.
If your car/truck/whatever has lifts - you better be prepared to lift me into it.
Oh well.
It really isn't so bad. I can pull off high heels without looking like an Amazonian freak. That's a plus. Right?
Regardless of anything else in this post - Smallville season eight premieres tomorrow! I am so ready...!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Charlotte's Web
There has been this gi-mundo orb spider that has made its house right by my front light outside of my apartment. The first time I noticed him in the shadows he scared the living day lights out of me. His body was about the size of a quarter and all fuzzy and weird looking.
This spider freaked me out.
He's been there for about a week and after the initial scare I have found that I have come to enjoy his company. I have called him Larry. It's been nice to see him there in his little corner waiting for me to come back home and then leave again. Kind of like a pet - but lower matainence.
Tonight Larry was gone.
It made me a lot more sad than I thought it would.
This spider freaked me out.
He's been there for about a week and after the initial scare I have found that I have come to enjoy his company. I have called him Larry. It's been nice to see him there in his little corner waiting for me to come back home and then leave again. Kind of like a pet - but lower matainence.
Tonight Larry was gone.
It made me a lot more sad than I thought it would.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Caring Notions
I check my mail every single day even though I don't have to.
It is a little bit of a walk from my apartment, but I like to check it every day. Not because I feel like I should get mail everyday (I don't). Most of the mail I do get are is bills and junk mail which would make you think that I wouldn't want to get the mail. Actually - sometimes it does. However, I check it without fail.
Here is why: Besides getting to use my cute little mailbox key - I don't want the mail man to find that I didn't pick up my mail from the day before. I don't want the mail man to feel like I am slighting him and not valuing his valuable service by not even honoring his efforts by taking his offering even though I am 99% sure that the mail man could care less.
Today I realized this. It kind of makes sense considering that I was the kid who rotated the dishes so that one that had just been used wouldn't be used before one that hadn't had its turn yet so as not to hurt the dish's feelings.
Come to think of it - I still do that.
It is a little bit of a walk from my apartment, but I like to check it every day. Not because I feel like I should get mail everyday (I don't). Most of the mail I do get are is bills and junk mail which would make you think that I wouldn't want to get the mail. Actually - sometimes it does. However, I check it without fail.
Here is why: Besides getting to use my cute little mailbox key - I don't want the mail man to find that I didn't pick up my mail from the day before. I don't want the mail man to feel like I am slighting him and not valuing his valuable service by not even honoring his efforts by taking his offering even though I am 99% sure that the mail man could care less.
Today I realized this. It kind of makes sense considering that I was the kid who rotated the dishes so that one that had just been used wouldn't be used before one that hadn't had its turn yet so as not to hurt the dish's feelings.
Come to think of it - I still do that.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Passing Questions
I have been going to Missouri State University for a year now. Before that I went to Johnson County Community College for four years (Junior year of high school through Sophomore year of college). In both places I have come across a strange phenomenon.
The recognition of people I don't know at all.
It is so strange. I will walk through the same buildings or down the same sidewalks on campus and see the same people again and again, semester after semester. Inwardly I feel like I should at least greet them, but why? I have never formally, or even informally, met them. Do they even recognize me and my constantly changing coif? Is it just that I have an uncanny way of recognizing people like my mom? And if they do recognize me - do they feel the same compulsion to greet me like I want to greet them? Am I missing out on some meaningful friendship that I could be having simply because I am restrained by my own fear of embarrassment and rejection?
Really. It isn't as dramatic as all that. I'm just curious if they recognize me, too. That's all.
The recognition of people I don't know at all.
It is so strange. I will walk through the same buildings or down the same sidewalks on campus and see the same people again and again, semester after semester. Inwardly I feel like I should at least greet them, but why? I have never formally, or even informally, met them. Do they even recognize me and my constantly changing coif? Is it just that I have an uncanny way of recognizing people like my mom? And if they do recognize me - do they feel the same compulsion to greet me like I want to greet them? Am I missing out on some meaningful friendship that I could be having simply because I am restrained by my own fear of embarrassment and rejection?
Really. It isn't as dramatic as all that. I'm just curious if they recognize me, too. That's all.
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