But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do. Sunday morning, rain is falling and I'm calling out to you...
You can't believe the joy I felt when I was hired right out of college to make nice money to save up for a NYC apartment. Imagine how much joy I feel now, after spending $400 in car repairs. This is surely the best way to save money: make sure your car parts keep breaking. Yes, oh yes.
Updates on the new job:
A co-worker has told me that he feeds the squirrels in his backyard in order to fatten them up so that he can go home and eat them for dinner. "How do you catch a squirrel?" I question him. He laughs as if I am the idiot here. "Oh you don't CATCH them. You SHOOT them!" "BAM!!!" he screams and mocks using a rifle. "Oh," I reply, "I didn't realize people still used such...primitive means to hunt and gather their evening meal."
Another co-worker is trying to help me find Jesus. He regularly dishes out pamphlets and promises to lend me some CD's soon. "Not music," he says quietly, "serious things." I also have a lovely card with a Christian radio station on it and a quote from Psalm 55. I'm not averse to receiving such things. He does it in a very quiet kind way and always asks me if I'm interested in what he has to offer. This makes me respect him because I do not feel pressured into repenting or anything like that. Sometimes, I even believe God is working through him, attempting to get me back on my spiritual track. Other times, I think God is just laughing hysterically....perhaps at the Squirrel Man?
Awkard Office Moment #327: seeing one of the Very Important Men come out of the Men's Bathroom, office memos and engineering diagrams in hand. "Hey Laura!" he says, as I walk past him. My God. What is it about men and reading material in the bathroom? And even if I don't understand it, why don't you keep it in the privacy of your own home? Must you really read in the bathroom at WORK!??!?!
I don't know about you, but when I need to use the restroom, I want to get in and out as fast as humanly possible. I do recall being put on the toilet as a young child and left to sit there until I had completed my business. Perhaps Berenstein Bear books were in order but I was LITTLE, four or five. I WAS NOT MIDDLE-AGED NOR WAS I IN AN OFFICE ENVIRONMENT! What was he THINKING? Was he just trying to multi-task? I can't imagine that he was so pressed for time that he HAD to take work into the bathroom with him. And how much can he really accomplish? How long does that REALLY take?
Other than uncomfortable moments such as these and counting down the hours until my lunch break (1.89) my life as a working single woman is going okay. I long to get back into some kind of theatre. I was fortunate enough to catch the May performance of "Candide" with Patti Lupone and Kristin Chenoweth which was broadcast last night on PBS. I laughed my head off and then cried because it was just so amazing and while it gets stuck in my head ALL THE TIME, Leonard Bernstein's score for the most part is just beautiful.
I vow to get my life in order and to stop fixing my stupid car. Money must enter directly into my savings account and stay there. I may look into getting a part-time job on weekends, though I don't know who will hire me. We will see! The loveliest part of my life right now is that anything can happen. While that is very scary, there is something delicious about it and my heavy heart soars a little bit each morning when I wake up and wonder, "What tiny blessing will touch me today?" And for the record, you can bet your bottom dollar that it ain't bathroom reading material.
Peace.
Updates on the new job:
A co-worker has told me that he feeds the squirrels in his backyard in order to fatten them up so that he can go home and eat them for dinner. "How do you catch a squirrel?" I question him. He laughs as if I am the idiot here. "Oh you don't CATCH them. You SHOOT them!" "BAM!!!" he screams and mocks using a rifle. "Oh," I reply, "I didn't realize people still used such...primitive means to hunt and gather their evening meal."
Another co-worker is trying to help me find Jesus. He regularly dishes out pamphlets and promises to lend me some CD's soon. "Not music," he says quietly, "serious things." I also have a lovely card with a Christian radio station on it and a quote from Psalm 55. I'm not averse to receiving such things. He does it in a very quiet kind way and always asks me if I'm interested in what he has to offer. This makes me respect him because I do not feel pressured into repenting or anything like that. Sometimes, I even believe God is working through him, attempting to get me back on my spiritual track. Other times, I think God is just laughing hysterically....perhaps at the Squirrel Man?
Awkard Office Moment #327: seeing one of the Very Important Men come out of the Men's Bathroom, office memos and engineering diagrams in hand. "Hey Laura!" he says, as I walk past him. My God. What is it about men and reading material in the bathroom? And even if I don't understand it, why don't you keep it in the privacy of your own home? Must you really read in the bathroom at WORK!??!?!
I don't know about you, but when I need to use the restroom, I want to get in and out as fast as humanly possible. I do recall being put on the toilet as a young child and left to sit there until I had completed my business. Perhaps Berenstein Bear books were in order but I was LITTLE, four or five. I WAS NOT MIDDLE-AGED NOR WAS I IN AN OFFICE ENVIRONMENT! What was he THINKING? Was he just trying to multi-task? I can't imagine that he was so pressed for time that he HAD to take work into the bathroom with him. And how much can he really accomplish? How long does that REALLY take?
Other than uncomfortable moments such as these and counting down the hours until my lunch break (1.89) my life as a working single woman is going okay. I long to get back into some kind of theatre. I was fortunate enough to catch the May performance of "Candide" with Patti Lupone and Kristin Chenoweth which was broadcast last night on PBS. I laughed my head off and then cried because it was just so amazing and while it gets stuck in my head ALL THE TIME, Leonard Bernstein's score for the most part is just beautiful.
I vow to get my life in order and to stop fixing my stupid car. Money must enter directly into my savings account and stay there. I may look into getting a part-time job on weekends, though I don't know who will hire me. We will see! The loveliest part of my life right now is that anything can happen. While that is very scary, there is something delicious about it and my heavy heart soars a little bit each morning when I wake up and wonder, "What tiny blessing will touch me today?" And for the record, you can bet your bottom dollar that it ain't bathroom reading material.
Peace.
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