Wednesday, July 31, 2013
what I'm learning
at 3:41 PM
Packages never arrive when they're supposed to. Also, I need to stop ordering things off the Internet because the anticipation just about makes me crazy to the point where I suddenly cannot function until I receive my package of fruity tea, or that necklace from Korea.
Organic coffee is just as good. Maaaaaybe better.
It's best to just accept that I do, in fact, look seventeen. ("Bless your heart," one lady said to me the other day, "you've just got one of them baby faces.") Perhaps top knots and pink jeans don't help.
I am so much more creative and energized and free spirited when unemployed. Dang it.
Also, husbands don't fall for that, "But I need to stay home to be free to explore my creative potential!" talk. (I guess he's already seen how far my artsy degree has gotten me?)
At least I know, from my week and a half of unemployment, that I would make a superb housewife. Laundry is great fun when you have a whole eight hours to do it.
Fake flowers? Eh, they do the trick.
Women still have a bump after giving birth. Not to sound totally ignorant, but I truly did not know this until I saw the Kate Middleton pictures. She looked incredibly gorgeous and elegant as always, but I was so confused that she was holding a baby...with a baby bump. But after some quick research, I now know just a little more about the facts of life. The Internet has cured my naivety once again.
Good intentions don't count.
Poetry is great. Being an English major made me anxious around it, like it was something to be dissected and gutted like a fish, and I'm not really into getting my hands dirty. Does anyone even know what that red wheelbarrow poem is all about? Because I'd really like to believe it's just about a wheelbarrow. And now you know why I am, to this day, still afraid to see what GPA I graduated with. I may never know. But I've been reading some (modern) poetry for fun, and I may just be a convert. Much better way to spend those spare moments than scrolling through my phone.
Scrambled eggs and avocado are changing my life.
One month later, that no-shampoo gig is also changing my life. So worth those couple weeks of suspiciously slick ponytails.
Always check to see if your clothes are on backwards.
I may never get out of this cycle of random temp jobs. Getting trained and starting something new every couple weeks and not knowing what's going to happen next. I guess it's nice, in a way, better than being strapped down to a job I hate. But I'm suffering from recurring day-dreams of getting hired at that cute book shop downtown and shelving the classics in my poofy white skirt and cardigan. Recommending my favorites while pushing my glasses up my nose. Is it too much to ask?
The fact that I was born after eyebrow pencils were invented is proof that God loves me.