Stick out your neck
should've been born earlier - December 22nd, 2008
what, and give up all this?
22 December 2008 @ 12:47 am
22 December 2008 @ 11:47 am
Well Pam, I got my wish. It snowed about a foot yesterday, it was awesome.
It started snowing on Saturday night so after my family's Christmas party we went out for a walk and my sister sprained her ankle being a drunken fool and running down this hill.
We tried to take Liam out in the snow yesterday, but he was not impressed. Today it's a little bit sunny, but it's supposed to keep snowing on and off all through the week. Hurray!
Yesterday was like a little mini Christmas morning. My sister and her friends were here and we had pancakes and bacon for breakfast and it was all snowy and wonderful. And my mom gave me my new pajamas early. They're plaid pattern, but in pink and black. I love them!
It started snowing on Saturday night so after my family's Christmas party we went out for a walk and my sister sprained her ankle being a drunken fool and running down this hill.
We tried to take Liam out in the snow yesterday, but he was not impressed. Today it's a little bit sunny, but it's supposed to keep snowing on and off all through the week. Hurray!
Yesterday was like a little mini Christmas morning. My sister and her friends were here and we had pancakes and bacon for breakfast and it was all snowy and wonderful. And my mom gave me my new pajamas early. They're plaid pattern, but in pink and black. I love them!
22 December 2008 @ 01:34 pm
Thanks for the cards ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
someoftheday and pouikysland! My mom really got a kick out of them. :)
someoftheday and pouikysland! My mom really got a kick out of them. :)22 December 2008 @ 02:36 pm
You Don't Know Me - Maybe You Should
I hate not being taken seriously. I hate that people look at my current situation and just assume that I'm some stupid kid. They think that because I live at home right now and am currently unemployed that I don't know the value of hard work and have mommy and daddy pay for everything for me.
They couldn't be more wrong.
And that's what this post is about. It's not to brag or make anyone else feel bad, it's just to show that I am not this retarded little girl that some people think I am and that you can never be too busy to enjoy life.
Last spring I worked two jobs, one as a photo tech and the other as a receptionist at an optometrist's. I worked 8 hours a day, six days a week, often times working till midnight one night and then going in for 8:00 the next morning. Yet somehow, I still found time to visit my nephew or go to one of my parents' baseball games.
Just before that I was living with a roommate in Vancouver. I worked as a supervisor for three different Rogers Video stores. I was basically the manager on duty and had to deal with a lot of customer complaints and I had things thrown at me a couple times. I usually worked 5 to 6 days a week, and one time worked 9 days in a row because all the other supervisors and managers at one store had gone on vacation to Mexico.
While living in Vancouver I completely supported myself. I took the Greyhound bus from my hometown to check out places to live and paid the security deposit on my apartment. I paid my rent every month as well as the phone bill, utilities, groceries, clothing, bus pass and various gifts for my unborn nephew. I paid off my credit card bill in full every month. At one time I cared for three hamsters.
And yet through some kind of unknown magic, I managed to still go out and have fun, spend time with my sister or go and visit my parents back home.
A few years before that I was living in Vancouver at a different place, going to college and working. I had classes three days a week and the Friday class was four hours long. On the days that I wasn't in class I was at work, there were no days off. I had many projects to do and tests to study for. Even with no days for just relaxing I somehow managed to find the time to write tons of Prison Break fanfiction, get spectacularly drunk a few times and talk to people on the phone and MSN.
I have flown down to Texas three times on my own and have taken a greyhound bus from Corpus Christi to Lake Charles, Louisiana by myself. This past fall I went to school in Texas and paid for my tuition (about 3 grand) and my books on my own. I got up at 6:00 in the morning, 4 days a week, to walk 30 min to the bus stop and then take an hour long bus ride to get to school. Then I'd do it all again when I came home, only in the mid-day sun this time.
Strangely, even after my exhausting walk I still wanted to hang out with people or go out and do something.
Right now I am living at home and waiting until after Christmas to continue my job hunt. No, I don't pay rent because my parents realize that if they want to get rid of me I need to have money saved up and I don't plan on staying here for too long.
I cook my own dinner 90% of the time, I do my own laundry and I help clean the house. Even though I can't drive I find my own way to get around town, using our sparse transit system.
I know what it's like to work. I know what the value of a dollar is. And I know how to take care of myself. So the next time someone feels like judging me based on what my life is like right now, I will happily direct them to this post.
And the next time someone complains about being "Sooooo busy!" or uses it as an excuse to be a crappy friend, kick them in the butt. (Or direct them to this post).
Thank you, that is all.
I hate not being taken seriously. I hate that people look at my current situation and just assume that I'm some stupid kid. They think that because I live at home right now and am currently unemployed that I don't know the value of hard work and have mommy and daddy pay for everything for me.
They couldn't be more wrong.
And that's what this post is about. It's not to brag or make anyone else feel bad, it's just to show that I am not this retarded little girl that some people think I am and that you can never be too busy to enjoy life.
Last spring I worked two jobs, one as a photo tech and the other as a receptionist at an optometrist's. I worked 8 hours a day, six days a week, often times working till midnight one night and then going in for 8:00 the next morning. Yet somehow, I still found time to visit my nephew or go to one of my parents' baseball games.
Just before that I was living with a roommate in Vancouver. I worked as a supervisor for three different Rogers Video stores. I was basically the manager on duty and had to deal with a lot of customer complaints and I had things thrown at me a couple times. I usually worked 5 to 6 days a week, and one time worked 9 days in a row because all the other supervisors and managers at one store had gone on vacation to Mexico.
While living in Vancouver I completely supported myself. I took the Greyhound bus from my hometown to check out places to live and paid the security deposit on my apartment. I paid my rent every month as well as the phone bill, utilities, groceries, clothing, bus pass and various gifts for my unborn nephew. I paid off my credit card bill in full every month. At one time I cared for three hamsters.
And yet through some kind of unknown magic, I managed to still go out and have fun, spend time with my sister or go and visit my parents back home.
A few years before that I was living in Vancouver at a different place, going to college and working. I had classes three days a week and the Friday class was four hours long. On the days that I wasn't in class I was at work, there were no days off. I had many projects to do and tests to study for. Even with no days for just relaxing I somehow managed to find the time to write tons of Prison Break fanfiction, get spectacularly drunk a few times and talk to people on the phone and MSN.
I have flown down to Texas three times on my own and have taken a greyhound bus from Corpus Christi to Lake Charles, Louisiana by myself. This past fall I went to school in Texas and paid for my tuition (about 3 grand) and my books on my own. I got up at 6:00 in the morning, 4 days a week, to walk 30 min to the bus stop and then take an hour long bus ride to get to school. Then I'd do it all again when I came home, only in the mid-day sun this time.
Strangely, even after my exhausting walk I still wanted to hang out with people or go out and do something.
Right now I am living at home and waiting until after Christmas to continue my job hunt. No, I don't pay rent because my parents realize that if they want to get rid of me I need to have money saved up and I don't plan on staying here for too long.
I cook my own dinner 90% of the time, I do my own laundry and I help clean the house. Even though I can't drive I find my own way to get around town, using our sparse transit system.
I know what it's like to work. I know what the value of a dollar is. And I know how to take care of myself. So the next time someone feels like judging me based on what my life is like right now, I will happily direct them to this post.
And the next time someone complains about being "Sooooo busy!" or uses it as an excuse to be a crappy friend, kick them in the butt. (Or direct them to this post).
Thank you, that is all.