Had another FANTABULOUS day with Kiki. She seriously went way out of her way to pick me up in Plainfield after my interview with Barnes &/or Nobles ... *cross your fingers and hope I get it cause it would be a dream job for me*
We drove for an hour to Knightstown, for haircuts. I'm always so skeptical of getting my hair cut because in Indy everyone SUCKS! They don't do what you want them to do, they don't even look at the photo you bring in or listen to how you want it done. Well, my friends, Maryann is NOT that kind of hair stylist. She studied that photo before she even washed my hair, then she kept reerring to it, checking it to make sure she knew what the next cut of the scissors should be like. Amazing! I'm going to have to bum rides from Kiki about once a month to go back. I'm seriously even considering having my hair colored ... I'll probably sit on that idea for awhile - I'm just thinking, since my hair is black, getting a chocolate brown done ... don't know if it would even show up though.
Kiki's hair is also Noble Peace Prize worthy. Honestly, I think if perfect haircuts could save the world ... our hair would be working some miracles right now. We look THAT good.
She took me on a tour of Knightstown - all the small towns of Indiana have the craziest histories of mass murders and demented hospitals and haunted graveyards and such. I wish I could look into the old convience store right off the highway - I guess in the 60s a bunch of people were murdered in that place and after they took the bodies out, they just boarded it up - the blood is still there, the merchandise is still there, everything. Oh I want to see inside SO BADLY.
Got some good grub from both Frosty Boy's and Jacobi. Too bad my stomach is so small ... I wanted to keep eating, but had no room left.
I need to hang out with Kiki on weekends - when we can have more time to be silly and to talk and to take photos and write and other things as well.
I had a great weekend. went to Terre Haute Saturday to visit my grampa and my cousin. had a good day there. my grampa is excited I asked him to write down his life story for me cause he loves telling us about his life, and I want to remember the stories.
that night I packed a bag and Missy picked me up. she's dogsitting for two weeks and I wanted to go out so I was just going to crash on the sofa. we went to the Alley Cat for about three hours, then to a house party for about three hours. was fun. kind of ended on a dramatic note, but nothing that (a) involved me or (b) killed any friendships. I was wasted.
then Sunday we sat around for about an hour after waking up and then decided we wanted to do some shopping. I also told Stephanie the night before we'd stop by her work (the Hilton hotel) to visit her. so we went to Circle Center, shopped at Forever 21, ate at Johnny Rockets (played a bunch of the jukebox songs and decided at some point one or both of us needs to buy a 1950s compilation CD to listen to while we drive around). I stopped in at Jillians to see if they'd want to hire me back for March Madness, they said they'd get back to me. I didn't leave on the greatest of terms so I'm 83% sure I won't get hired back, even for a month, but that was almost two years ago. So then we went to the Hilton and I was applying for a job there so I can work with Steph - because that would rock. Missy and I are sitting in the little room with her, various employees are walking in and out, stopping to be introduced, a couple of them talked to us for awhile. One guy named James came in and I was thinking "he's cute" and the four of us were talking and he seemed really cool. He and Steph wanted dinner so they took their 30 minute break and we braved the impossibly horrible cold weather to walk a couple block so they could have Qdoba.
today I got onto my Myspace and Steph had left me a message saying "already to of your hopefully-soon-to-be-coworkers have told me they want to loooooooove you." and I had an instant confidence boost and felt much better. I asked her who said that ... cause the only one we spoke to our age was James (well, he's 19 - young!), but this Enrique fella kept walking past us in the hallways ... I'm not into Latin guys, though. I haven't heard back from her, but James is on Myspace and he emailed me and was like "thanks for walking with me to Qdoba. I was bummed that you two left, though, when we got back. I think you're awesome." and I was like "yeah we were tired and Missy had some more things to do and Steph was worried she might get in trouble if we went back there again."
so that was the weekend.
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Last night Kiki asked me to help her plan her wedding [EDIT: ADD] party. How stoked was I? I love planning things. Well, I'm proud to say I've accomplished my first goal ... I called Fountain Square Ballroom for her to find out an estimate.
I should totally be a wedding planner AND hairstylist AND make up artist! YEAH BITCHES!
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what would happen to me if i just packed some clothes and my toothbrush into a bag and get on a bus to the west coast where i know just a few select people who live nowhere near each other and try my luck?
you know ... i would have balls if i did that.
too bad i'm girl...
So the past like couple of weeks I feel like my boss has been really picking on me. Kept telling me I wasn't fast enough, or that I wasn't even working (which is total bullshit). Well, it's been making it REALLY hard to just not go in, but I would. I would make myself cause I was determined not to just quit without (1) having another job already lined up and (2) giving my two weeks notice. Well, today, I had awhile to kill before I had to leave for work, so I sat on the sofa and looked over the job section of the newspaper. Looked up and I had about five minutes before I was supposed to be at work. "Shit!" Jumped up and left. If I speed my car will die - something with the electrical ... it heats up and just dies (same if I drive for a long time ... or more than 15 minutes), so I was doing the speed limit. So I got to work about 10 minutes late. My boss had the write up written out before I even got there, and she said "Whether you sign it or not, I'm still letting you go." Basically, the thing said "failure to comply, not doing work, talks back, late for work." I didn't sign it, and I immediately went down the street to the Hubler Dodge car dealership cause they are hiring a part-time receptionist (luckily, I had a nice top in the back seat that I'd thrown back there and forgot to take out of my car). Filled out an application, spoke with the guy who's doing the actual hiring, and he said I should know by the end of the week if they want me or not. I think I did a great job at the interview, and I hope I get it. Cause I seriously doubt I'll get an interview for the airport dispatcher job.
My mom doesn't have her cell phone on her, and she's not in her dept. today at work so I can't get ahold of her to complain ... so you're getting it all.
Indiana Premier wants to speak with me Friday morning. They called yesterday ... I wonder if life was foreshadowing. I'd never sent anything in to Indiana Preimer (I think they found me on like monster.com or careerbuilder.com), they just called, then today I get fired.
You know, I always thought I'd be hurt by being fired ... but I'm actually just really relieved. I hated working at that place!
It's Valentine's Day - I don't have a Valentine (not really), bu it doesn't sadden me. It's just a fact I'm pointing out in case yo uwere wondering what I'd be doing on this particular day. Well, from 3-6:30 I'm going to be at work. Other than that, I'll be here, online. Like always. Well, I'll probably watch the Olympics at 8pm -- you should too. Last night China took a HORRIBLE fall in the first few minutes of their pairs long program. My heart went out to the girl she was in so much pain but she went ahead with the program after her coaches made sure she could do it and they won silver. Russia won gold - and they totally deserved to. I was so happy for them all.
Ah, one day I will see Olympic games in person and not on the idiot box. :)
Today two more of my residents passed away. I'm so entirely heart broken right now.
It was sad when Astrid was told she didn't have much time left; it was sad knowing Margaret was 97 with Alzheimers and that we couldn't get her to eat hardly anything anymore.
But when I walked in today at 3pm and Terri said "Astrid passed away this morning." My heart sunk into my stomach and I choked back some tears. She was such a great person - she called me Stunning Sarah or Sensational Sarah, she was one of the residents who is so loving and caring she becomes like a grandmother figure. I always called her Amazing Astrid, and just did my best (no matter what my true mood of the moment was) to make her smile, especially this last month because she was so depressed over knowing she'd die soon.
Margaret ... always foggy, always wanting help, and always saying, "Oh, I'm glad to see you." because she didn't know where she was or what was going on. I'd dance for her and she's either laugh and clap out a beat for me to dance to, or laugh at me and say, "I think you need to go to bed." She was so witty, so happy ... except on the bad days, of course ... she could crack a joke better than any comedian on TV. She was a nurse for many years and when you'd ask her if she used to be a nurse she'd answer, "Still am." because as far as she was concerned if she was alive, she was still a nurse. It always hurt a little to hear her on her bad days, "Where are my folks? They said they were coming to get me, but I haven't seen 'em yet. If you see a tall man, that's my father. He's coming to get me." And you'd have to say, "Okay, Margaret, I'll keep an eye out for him."
So many people have died since the end of October. Alex passed on Thanksgiving, along with Phil, CJ's gone now, Bea died suddenly, there have been others whom I've never met, and now Amazing Astrid and Margaret.
(don't have a photo of Astrid)