danger

my stupid mouth

Fighting with the boyfriend is never fun.


But I think we shed some light on things that have been bothing us both that we've been too nice to bring up.

Sometimes feelings have to get hurt. It's just a fact of life.

No matter how little a problem is, it will always come out eventually.

9 is my favorite number ever, but today hasn't been so hot.

Curiouser

I'm feeling a lot better today thank goodness.

Last night I attempted to go into a walk in clinic that has night time hours. It was PACKED with extremely poor people. Some of these people were not wearing shoes. There were babies crying and spitting up everywhere. I was too overwhelmed to even think. I'm sure everyone was looking at me funny as I tried my hardest to maneuver through the facility without touching anything. I even waited for someone to come in and open the door so I could walk out without touching the door. The person at the front desk was extremely rude. She acted like I didn't exist. I'm sure her passion for people has been burned out from having to deal with difficult, sick, and tired people all day long but she should be thankful that she has a job. She must be reminded of poor circumstance every minute of every day, it should make her want to be a better worker. I sure have changed my attitude since my hours were cut. I don't care how overwhelmed I am with the kids, I make sure I address each parent when they arrive with a smile and with pleasant (but short and practical) conversation. They could easily take their child elsewhere, which they probably should because of the hefty price ( $185 a week!). I need to make sure that they are above satisfied. Workers cannot get away with shotty customer service these days. People will seriously go somewhere cheaper in a heart beat. Employees need to make their customers feel like they've made the best decision ever by choosing their service.

I think the only people that can get away with shotty customer service is Wal*Mart, but hell, that's a time honored tradition since they started!

Well off to work again.

Impression of this day so far: I'm inspired to work hard and make my parents and kids happy! I'll also be seeing Jon in 12 hours. : )))))) Maybe we'll go out to celebrate our 10 months.

H1N1

I still have that sore throat and cough. I probably have the swine flu or H1N1 since a toddler in my class has it.

I refuse to go to the doctor until I have a fever. There is no use in getting worked up over nothing.

Anywhoo, yesterday was Jon and my 10 months together. Is that how you say it? Jon and my? Sounds funny. The 19th of this month will be the DAY he messaged me a year ago on plentyofish.com. I should really write them to tell them about our success. Who knows, they may invite us to be in a cheesy commercial were we run through a flower field in slow motion with a lazy guitar strumming in the background. Cheesy, but I would really recommend the site to anyone, it's totally free and fun.

I was looking at the picture above my blog and I've noticed something weird. Behind my hand at about Jon's chest level is a tan and hairy looking mass. It looks almost like my arm, but covered in curly black hair. Neither Jon nor I have such hair on our arms so I'm really confused on what exactly that is. Is it part of the scenery behind us? It's not just weird, it's awkward.

I've got to head to work now and make the big nonexistent bucks for my very real bills.

I will be babysitting this weekend, which takes time away from me and Jon...but gives me like $20 extra dollars to spend on gas.

I really wish we could move to Orlando sometime sooner than never. I've lived out of my suitcase every weekend for 10 months and it's starting to get annoying.

My impression of this day: Annoying, but one day closer to the weekend.

Beginnings and a sore throat

This is my first entry.

I did the whole Livejournal thing in high school, but I've become bored with the concept. Hopefully I can keep up with this blog to document the mundane and exciting happenings of what I see as the happiest and scariest time of my life.

The first impression of my day: I woke up this morning at 4 AM with my throat hurting and a insane thirst. I ate some warm chicken soup and drank two bottles of water. I then woke up at 12 pm with my ear burning. In my groggy state, I swore to Jon a spider was in my ear. He checked it out with a flash light and found nothing. Today has not been a very good day so far.

The probable highlight of my day: My friends and I will re-create a night we had exactly a year ago in which we made vegetarian lasagna. The location is different, but we hope to nearly re-create the night. I took a few very important pictures this night last year which were very instrumental in wooing my current boyfriend on plentyoffish.com. They were quirky but charming I suppose.


This night a year ago was also a gold medal winning night for Micheal Phelps, who I was obsessed with last year this time.

God, blogging seems a lot more complicated than it did in high school. I'm feeling a very strong conflict between posting my inner most thought and secrets and writing about mundane topics like lasagna. I have so much emotion to speak about but I'm afraid I might hurt someone or embarrass myself. So for now..this blog is about nothing.

riveting, right?