...I never thought I'd be a blogger. I used to Myspace my face off back in the good ol' college years when everyone published his or her business to either tell you how depressed they were with their lives so you'd pity them and give them "kudos" or tell you subconciously how jealous you should feel that they woke up in a construction site after a night of binge drinking and you merely woke up in your memory foam mattress with a down comforter...and give them "kudos." I tried the journaling thing, but my hand got too cramped to continue for long periods of time. I found myself leaving out crucial details of my day that might make the difference in remembering if I favored Tylenol PM over Nyquil in my forcasted alzheimer's bout. This just seems easier, and I'm all about efficiency.
So here I am in West Palm Beach, Florida. I moved here to "follow" (i hate the word "follow." it sounds like i'm a puppy dog and he has the treat.) my boyfriend, Travis. Come to find out, Florida is pretty awesome. And by Florida, I mean Southeast Florida. Central Florida- No. Northern Florida- No. West Palm Beach is like the vacation you never went on everyday of your life. The only piece of WPB I would delete is the summer rain...good night...the rain. You know it's coming, you just don't know when. I'm used to carrying around a light jacket incase the library dipped slightly below 70 degrees. Now I have an umbrella in my truck, a raincoat in my office, and I watch the weather channel like it's porn...not that I'm a big fan of porn. I mean shake what Dr. Rey gave ya, but I won't be a subscriber. ANYWAY....it rains.
I won't ramble and rant too much longer on round 1 of what may or may not be a blogtastic life together, but I would like to mention the J-O-B. I've been working at the American Cancer Society for about 5 months. It's pretty much the roller coaster I never stood in line for. I was hired fairly quickly only to learn of the trainwreck my "bubbly personality and strong organizational skills" were to clear from the tracks. My managers (the people who hired me) were fired within days of me starting, other employees in my same position kept mysteriously falling off the planet, and I had successfully worked my way into a newspaper article because Volunteer Vicki (names have been changed to protect the not so innocent) decided she was so pissed off at ACS, I should go down in public. THANK HEYZEUS my name wasn't mentioned in the article, but I'll be damned if I don't start my career post-college with a bang. Anyway, I've put out about 75% of all fires given to me without running far far away, and our new management staff really has it together. Cancer can finally be battled the way it was meant to in Southeast Florida.
...I'll be counting the minutes 'til we meet again...
Chika chika yeah.
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