The day after my haircut, I seemed to look into the mirror a thousand times more than usual. I kept forgetting that my hair wasn’t just in a ponytail, up and out of the way. So whenever people would exclaim about how cute it looked, I was reminded that I now have really short hair and instantly a smile would appear on my face. It didn’t hurt that I was also getting complimented. Goodness that makes me sound vain.
But, really who doesn’t like getting complimented? I mean what’s the harm from it? … A very cocky or bigheaded person, but it’s not like I go fishing for compliments. Well, I admit sometimes I do, but not all of the time.
After work two nights ago the girls and I went to the city park, and we swung on the swing set for quite some time. I have always loved swinging and I don’t think that I will ever stop loving it. After so long, some of the girls had to go home and the only one left with me had a side ache from swinging so long. We decided to then lie down in the grass and just look at the stars. We ended up lying right underneath the Big Dipper. It was so peaceful while we talked about the stars underneath the stars.
Yesterday was my first day at the swanky restaurant, and the first thing that happens? Since both of my sisters work in the same place, they share a locker, so naturally they were letting me share it too. I went to the locker and put the combination in multiple times, and no luck. I could not open the darn lock. I had to have someone else open it for me. But in my defense, I must say that at school I have a P.O Box that turns left instead of right to open. It’s not my fault that I am all mixed up. I ended up being able to open that darn lock by the day.
Then I get quizzed on the spot about what I learned during orientation and all I could say was I don’t know. Until the manager hinted at what he wanted me to talk about. I mean give me a break; I don’t do well with quizzes and being on the spot around people, please. As if. Then one must take into account that I am super nervous. I really didn’t want anything to go wrong, and I wanted to show that I am a very smart hard worker. But obviously, lady luck was not on my side today.
The rest of the day ended up being better. One of the servers let me follow her and showed me most of the side work that needed to be done and let me do it. I am very glad about that because I can’t ever seem to learn on a job by just watching, I also have to do it. Somehow people always think that by showing me once that I will remember it exactly the way it was which is so dumb.
I mean I don’t have a photographic memory, but it would be really nice if I did. It would be so much easier in school and at work if I did. I am a very forgetful person, but somehow I can do everything that a person with a photographic memory can do. I just need a lot of post it notes.
Last night I was having a girl’s night in with two friends. One was meeting us at my house after work and the other I picked up after work. We went to the grocery store to red box a movie and to find what we wanted to eat. This is what we found, two high school teachers, French silk pie, chicken kiev, mozzarella sticks and a group of a ladies that I helped wait on earlier in the day. This made for an interesting experience.
Talking to your old teachers of the subject that you most hated (math) in high school tends to be very awkward especially when your friend is still in high school and openly admits that she skipped his class. His reply? “I know,” in a very serious tone. Mind you, it was an excused skipping, but still. Then to top it off, she took a creeper picture of him and sent it to one of her other friends.
The movie we ended up red boxing was ‘How Do You Know’ with Reece Witherspoon. And it got me thinking about love and dating. Well actually the title got me thinking more about it than the movie, but you get the picture.
The thoughts that it made me think were completely typical. How do you know that the person you’re dating is the one? Is it the way they act towards you? Is it because they accept you for who you are? And if so, is love ever enough? I mean can love be so complicated that even if you wanted it something fierce, you couldn’t have it because of all the complexity in the situation?
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