Well... I do love berries...

Uh oh!

Bad news about the love affair status of the coworkers. The boy was "let go" last week. :(

Now it looks like I'll have to focus my untapped matchmaking talents onto pairing myself with the new BlackBerry Bold whenever it comes out. Mmmm..... Glossy.

Statistics.

Hello, sweet poppets!

I am at work, eating a chocolate bar and googling "Nicole Richie Hair." I can't imagine myself doing anything more girly, although getting on my blog and complaining about my period might round things off nicely. Unfortunately, I don't have any negative words regarding my monthly Mrs. Mudflap, so I will have to end the girlyness there. Now I know what you're thinking - because I'm thinking it too. "Jessie, do you normally call your period your "Monthly Mrs. Mudflap"? Well I guess you'll have to wait a few weeks to find out.

Today marks the the two week anniversary of my first paycheck at this job. So it is my.... third paycheck? Yes, third. It's very reassuring to get paid weekly right now, because I have so much I need to pay back and so much I need to buy that it helps to not have to wait too long in between cash spurts. Boring! Next subject!

I think I'm going to get my hair cut next week. I wrote Katie Kelly to see about getting an appointment with her on Wednesday, and if I didn't completely scare her away with my obnoxiously long and needy Myspace message, things might actually turn out ok! I also asked her about color, since I need to do something with this turd box I call a hairdo. It's looking like I'm wearing a little mousy brown hairnet on top of an auburn triangle of dog hair. I guess I'm just tired of looking like a "before" picture.

If everything goes well at work, I will be on the phones by myself soon. Next week I will be sitting with someone while they talk and I key in the information. Probably by the end of next week I will take some calls with someone listening in - ready to pounce if I mess up. By the end of the NEXT week I will be taking calls and my "mentor" will be able to hear my side of the conversation but they won't be able to jump in willy-nilly. Willie Nelson.

We have started to get some of our RSVP postcards back. Most everyone is neglecting to leave notes, which is kind of a bummer because we wanted to compile them all and keep them in an album - but some people are getting the right idea. We got one yesterday that made me lawl. I can't quote it properly without seeing it - but maybe I'll post it here later (never).

I guess I'll skidaddle now. I will leave you with this quote I just read that made me embarrass myself by making troll noises while trying not to laugh. The best part? It's not even that funny.
:(

They say that 50% of all marriages end in divorce. That's not as bad as it sounds, considering that the other 50% end in death.

At work, no one can hear you scream.

I wonder what the policy is on break-time blogging? I didn't see it covered in the handbook...

Right now I am merely in "training" and will be for a few more weeks until I am deemed ready to accept actual calls. At that point I won't be able to send emails and lolly-gag on the computer in my downtime. I am under the impression that there actually won't be any downtime once we're out there, but I'm thinking that maybe I can change that whole thing. We'll see.

There are two other people training with me and I totally think they should get together. They are PERFECT for each other and unfortunately I mean that in the most insulting of possible ways. I won't get into the details of why this union is meant to be, but I just keep looking back and forth between the two of them, wondering if they're thinking it too. They probably each think that the other is gross, but that won't stifle this dream. Oh man!! This is too good! If I wasn't so lazy I might be tempted to play cupid.

It was nice to have money.... for thirty minutes.

But then nearly all of it went to pay back the bank for overdraft feeeeees.


Ummm... Hello, friends!

Tomorrow is officially "hump day" which has never meant as much to me as it does now. Yesterday marked the beginning of my second week at the new job, and I'm starting to get into the groove of the adult world. It's a very bizarre feeling. Very bizarre, indeed!

I like Wednesdays. I think I've always been a bit of a "Glass is half-empty" kind of girl, so I've embraced my own negativity in order to feel less weird about not being able to change it. HOWEVER, I have now learned that I am actually an "Is it Wednesday, already??" kind of girl, which is a completely different ballgame. I just don't know what to do with myself.

While I'm on the subject of days-of-the-week, I should say that I was never a big fan of Tuesdays. Mondays are not too bad, because after the weekend it's easy to trick myself into forgetting how horrible the work-week really is, and by the time I start to snap out of the weekender haze, it's already lunch time. The rest of the day crawls by, but by next Monday .. I certainly won't remember it. Tuesdays, however, are a different story. They are evil.

Thursday is also a very nice shade of lippy by Tarte

Thursday is my favorite day of the week. It holds all of the promise of the weekend without having to live up to any of the expectations. Fridays can be a let down because they rarely are as great as they seemed like they'd be when I fantasized about them on Tuesday. I mean, I still love zooming out of the door as soon as I can ... but I always feel like I should have done more with my weekend. Either went out more, or relaxed more. I can't win.

Banyway. I need to cut my nails. Goodbye!

Whatever happened to "9 to 5"?

I forgot to mention that I got a job yesterday. I went in for the interview last Tuesday and then yesterday I got a call from the agency that arranged the interview. I had figured that they would have let me know by that Friday whether or not I was hired, so I wasn't feeling too confident about it at that point. But it turns out that they were "really impressed" by me and that they want me to start next Tuesday.

I'm definitely excited to start working again and bringing home some bacon.
Actual bacon.
Since I haven't been able to contribute to the food funds, Zach hasn't bought any meat for me. Don't get me wrong - I don't mind eating vegetarian for a while, but I do like to have some chicken or bacon every now and then. Especially since when I'm not eating meat, I just eat noodles and potatoes. And biscuits and gravy!!! Not the healthiest of diets, to say the least...

Anyway, I will be starting work next Tuesday and I will be working from 8 to 5, Monday through Friday. It's almost like a real job! I say "almost" because I'll be working at a call center, and to me that doesn't count as a real job because call centers have such high turnover that you are typically just serving as a warm body until you can't take it any longer. And by "it" I mean "getting yelled at by people who have had their service cut off for non-payment."

That's all for now! Yesterday was a good day for good news - and today is a good day for spreading that news.

A bizarre realization.

So even though I'm not getting married for another 8.5 weeks, I can still technically say the following:


I'M GETTING MARRIED NEXT MONTH!!!



If I hadn't spent so much of my life writing really weird things - that might have been one of the weirdest.