Soooooo, I got picked for jury duty last week. It was a murder case. Heavy stuff. The whole thing felt like a movie. Of course, it wasn’t a fancy court room or anything like that. Our free lunch was so terrible that we ordered pizza the following days. I barely got everyone’s names. And I don’t imagine seeing any of those people again in my future, even though they all seemed...
Friday! After 3 days of silence from the other end of the company I’m shootin for a job from, I just got an email to do an interview on Friday! Even if I don’t get it, at least I get a chance! Yay!
Rant on rant. I'm just a little worn out.
I think it’s safe to say that jury duty absolutely killed my chances on getting an interview for a job that I really wanted. I mean, they can only be told “sorry, can’t do that day” so many times before they give up on me. Jury duty, work, jury duty, work. There goes a job I’m pretty sure I could have loved AND gotten me out of this hole. So my head space blows at...
A little bit ago, I discovered my great grandma was alive. Not long after that, she had passed. I doubt we would have ever had long conversations to have really gotten to know each other. She was far off in Taiwan and besides, my Chinese is terrible. And I’m not super religious, but I grew up paying respect traditionally. I believe it’s probably just a little easier now for her to see...
So, I got picked for jury duty. This may possibly mean that I miss out on a really big opportunity simply due to scheduling. And if that happens, what the hell does that mean, universe? Fingers still crossed.
Someone posted as their status, “God only gives us what we can handle.” And I said to myself, “and a little more to be a dick.” Can you tell I’m not religious?
In the past few days, a lot of possibilities have appeared. And I’ve been thinking that maybe this it, this is my time. Everything I’ve been waiting for and working towards will pay off in these new ventures. But talk is just talk. And if there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that things always have a way of falling through. Here’s to hoping.
I gained some new followers ‘cause they probably liked something I wrote a little bit ago. And they probably left ‘cause I don’t write all that often. And most of the time, I’m never trying to make a statement. Buuuuuut for those of you who stuck around, hi. I like graphic design & tee shirts & music & puppies & books & words (yes, there is a...
superwholocks-bitch: so my nan was spouting some crap about how gay people aren’t really people because of what it says in the bible so I said “you think the only people who are people, are the people who look and think like you but if you walked the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew” and she shut the fuck up she had no idea I was quoting a song from Pocahontas ...
You asked me if I wanted to get drunk and stay the night, and I said yes, and we...– Sleepwalking by Writingsforwinter (via thatkindofwoman)
Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you...– Ernest Hemingway (via joyinthecity)
This one time at work, as someone left, he said “all the best”. It was so great & so strange at the same time. Honestly, nowadays, it surprises me if someone even says “thank you.” And I held onto that. I like it. It means well. And I mean it when I use it. I don’t say it out loud, cuz it still sounds weird. But I do write it in my letters & notes now. I dig...
I often fall in love with things I know nothing about.