I obviously have been gone for the last year and a half, and have missed the worst of the horrendous economic situation. But seriously, I NEVER thought finding a job would be this hard. When I finish this post I will being going to McDonalds.com and looking at their open positions. That's how bad things are.
It shouldn't be this hard right?! I mean, I'm a college graduate, I speak two languages fluently (almost, but it sounds better), I'm funny (at least my mom thinks so), and I have years of working experience. No one cares. I was turned down from a temp agency. Seriously. One which I worked for 2 years before. They don't have any positions for my "skills". I worked reception for years, what do you mean you don't have positions?!
So, I'm doing what any good missionary would do and asking you all for referrals, job referrals (I will take dating referrals too, but one thing at a time). I will do anything at this point, and I will go anywhere. I am 23, pushing 24, and I refused to live at my parents house longer than is needful. I'm going crazy here! Issaquah is a small town, and I'm a girl with big dreams.
On a positive note, I had so much fun hanging out with my besties Katie Cullen and Natalie Dew last night. Like Honks the Dollar store, "It's always an adventure...always". Facebook and Chinese food, it couldn't have been any better. Loves you both!
Oh, also, I bought my first pair of jeggings today. That's right. I'm fabulous. Actually, I'm too fat for any of my pants, even my fat pants. So until I can lose the mission weight, I will be rocking my sweet, sweet jeggings. $15.99 at target, you can't get any better than that. I love my life.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
I'm Back!
I know you all missed me! Yes well who would of thought my mission would have gone by so fast? Not me.
I almost got strip searched at the San Francisco airport. I literally was pulled aside, they made me take off my sweater (meaning no tag) and then they had a full cop-style rubdown. I love my life. Moral of the story, never wear a fashionable skirt to the San Fran airport.
So an update:
I got home yesterday. I have no idea what I'm going to do. I gained a ton of weight, and had a ton of fun. I haven't stopped the music since I got "released". I don't speak the English very well.
I just wanted to thank everyone for all of the support. So, I included my "thank you" note that I would give people in Hong Kong. I love you and I've missed you! I'm SO excited to be home!
Friday, June 26, 2009
China or Bust
Yesterday I was set apart as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I do not know if I will be able to update my blog while on the mission, but if I can, I will.
If I can't, just know that I am in China, having crazy adventures, wearing a skirt, and yes, wearing pantyhose.
In the wise words of Yucca Tumbleweed, "May the prophets watch over you". God bless. Have fun, be safe, and please remember to wear sunscreen.
If I can't, just know that I am in China, having crazy adventures, wearing a skirt, and yes, wearing pantyhose.
In the wise words of Yucca Tumbleweed, "May the prophets watch over you". God bless. Have fun, be safe, and please remember to wear sunscreen.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
The End of a Legacy
Today a legend has died.
I found out the news through a homeless man. That's right, a hobo. Katie Cullen and I were leaving the Mariners game when we witnessed a man, with a cast, pass over a handful of rocks/pills to another person about 3 feet away from us, and they handed him money. Everyone in the group watched us watch them as we passed. When we were a few feet away Katie said, "Did we just witness" and I stated "A drug deal? Yes." As we were laughing about my future in FBI profiling and what we should have done (meaning I take the handful of goods while stating, "I need this more than you"), Katie told me that the man with the cast was following us. This is when we got stuck at a red light and had to wait to cross the street. The man came up to me mumbling about how he had had surgery about an hour ago (we think he was selling his pain meds), and then stated "Michael Jackson is dead. He was a child molester" and he walked away. Katie Cullen stated, "Yeah, Michael Jackson is dead." But deep inside I knew that there was a possibility that he was dead because anyone who knows crazies, knows that there is method to their madness. When we reached the car we turned on the radio to hear "Thriller was the most memorable song. RIP Michael Jackson."
This was serious, but we had no idea how. I estimated that it was an overdose, Katie Cullen thought it was a complication to surgery. We called Jessie Cordell who was no where near a computer and didn't know about the horrid accident. Then we called Kendyl who filled us in. Meanwhile, Caroline called and talked to me about how her children will never know of the true Michael Jackson. She brought up the idea of his death caused by diuretics, which is completely possible because supposedly he died from heart failure (which is a side effect), I mean, he was very skinny over the past few years.
Caroline was wondering what he is thinking now that he is in spirit prison. I think he is very confused. I mean, he probably has the body he used to have. And no one recognizes him because he is most likely black. Black or white, I still love him.
Honestly were you surprised that he died? No. He was one of those who was going to go out with a bang. Michael, pyt, thank you for the good times, RIP, and see you in a few years.
I found out the news through a homeless man. That's right, a hobo. Katie Cullen and I were leaving the Mariners game when we witnessed a man, with a cast, pass over a handful of rocks/pills to another person about 3 feet away from us, and they handed him money. Everyone in the group watched us watch them as we passed. When we were a few feet away Katie said, "Did we just witness" and I stated "A drug deal? Yes." As we were laughing about my future in FBI profiling and what we should have done (meaning I take the handful of goods while stating, "I need this more than you"), Katie told me that the man with the cast was following us. This is when we got stuck at a red light and had to wait to cross the street. The man came up to me mumbling about how he had had surgery about an hour ago (we think he was selling his pain meds), and then stated "Michael Jackson is dead. He was a child molester" and he walked away. Katie Cullen stated, "Yeah, Michael Jackson is dead." But deep inside I knew that there was a possibility that he was dead because anyone who knows crazies, knows that there is method to their madness. When we reached the car we turned on the radio to hear "Thriller was the most memorable song. RIP Michael Jackson."
This was serious, but we had no idea how. I estimated that it was an overdose, Katie Cullen thought it was a complication to surgery. We called Jessie Cordell who was no where near a computer and didn't know about the horrid accident. Then we called Kendyl who filled us in. Meanwhile, Caroline called and talked to me about how her children will never know of the true Michael Jackson. She brought up the idea of his death caused by diuretics, which is completely possible because supposedly he died from heart failure (which is a side effect), I mean, he was very skinny over the past few years.
Caroline was wondering what he is thinking now that he is in spirit prison. I think he is very confused. I mean, he probably has the body he used to have. And no one recognizes him because he is most likely black. Black or white, I still love him.
Honestly were you surprised that he died? No. He was one of those who was going to go out with a bang. Michael, pyt, thank you for the good times, RIP, and see you in a few years.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
What is Happening to Me?
I have never been one to cry in a movie. In fact, I have never cried in a movie, but I did tear up in Selena when the rose was dropped on the floor as a artist representation of her death and the consequent termination of her dreams.
I really have never been a sympathetic cry-er, you know the person who has to cry when someone else cries.
But now, I cry during every episode of Extreme Home Makeover, whether or not someone is watching it with me. I cry when someone else I know cries. I also start crying at random sad thoughts in my head.
I don't know the reason for this emotionality. I realized it when my mom, my sister Grace, and I were watching Extreme Home Makeover last night, and my mom stated, "I don't even know why I'm crying", while I was trying to brush away a tear without letting anyone know I was crying.
I hope it is only temporal.
I really have never been a sympathetic cry-er, you know the person who has to cry when someone else cries.
But now, I cry during every episode of Extreme Home Makeover, whether or not someone is watching it with me. I cry when someone else I know cries. I also start crying at random sad thoughts in my head.
I don't know the reason for this emotionality. I realized it when my mom, my sister Grace, and I were watching Extreme Home Makeover last night, and my mom stated, "I don't even know why I'm crying", while I was trying to brush away a tear without letting anyone know I was crying.
I hope it is only temporal.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Cut it Out Deux
In the infamous words of one of my heroes, oops, I did it again. Here are some of the pictures of my latest visit to the hairdresser when I stated "My hair looks like a 5 year old's" and "Do whatever you want". The pictures don't look any different from the first time I go it cut, but there are differences. First, it is 2 inches shorter. Second the inversion is more extreme (but still conservative for missionary purposes), and third, I have no idea what I got myself into because my hairdresser stopped what she was doing and asked me twice "You promise you are actually going to do your hair?" I answered "yes" but we both know that after one time of trying to do it, I'll give up.
My hairdresser informed me that I have 3 times the amount of hair as the average person and that besides my widow's peak (which I have known about for years) I have cowlicks on the back of my head that "add interest to my hair line". She also informed me that when my friends and I are done having babies, our hair will thin out dramatically and I will be glad that my hair was so thick. She told me that this time was coming sooner than I thought. What she doesn't know is that I am planning a lifetime with cats and loneliness, so my thick hair will never be a benefit.
My hairdresser informed me that I have 3 times the amount of hair as the average person and that besides my widow's peak (which I have known about for years) I have cowlicks on the back of my head that "add interest to my hair line". She also informed me that when my friends and I are done having babies, our hair will thin out dramatically and I will be glad that my hair was so thick. She told me that this time was coming sooner than I thought. What she doesn't know is that I am planning a lifetime with cats and loneliness, so my thick hair will never be a benefit.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Bumps in My Lovely Lady Lumps
So last Wednesday I found a lump in one of my breast, and told myself "It's nothing." But like any hypochondriac would do, I started thinking the worst. I mean, what if I had breast cancer.
So I did what any girl would do and told/showed my mom. I had basically convinced myself that it was nothing, but just wanted my mom to reassure me. She told me she didn't think it was anything, but when she saw it, pure fear crossed her face, and she kept repeating "I'm sure it's nothing". We decided to wait a few days and see what happened. After a few days the lump became visible, when I told my mom, she said "You're too young" and I said "Yeah, but I know people who have had breast cancer when they were 20", and she said "Me too." After a few minutes of silence, my mom said "I can't believe we are even thinking about not going to the doctor". The two of us being the lazy people we are, decided to push off the doctor's visit for a few more days.
On Friday, I decided to set an appointment, but then I canceled because I told myself it's nothing. But after telling my friend Kendyl about it, she basically put me in my place for not getting it looked at, I decided to just go. I had to keep telling myself "Prevention is the best treatment", and the fact I have almost every kind of disease/cancer in my genes, it was a good idea to get checked anyway.
So all weekend I have had these fears that I have cancer, because with my luck I should. I completely talked myself into believing that I had breast cancer. I envisioned my dad having to take me to and from my chemo appointments, and the further deterioration of my body. These thoughts brought me to tears, but then I remembered I finally had a legit reason to shave my head, and everything seemed better.
So I went to the doctor's today, and of course she thought I was crazy. She told me that she didn't believe that it was cancer, but rather a bruise from some form of exercise, even though I told her that I haven't been exercising, at all. Literally, all I do is laundry, and that's not exercise. She is having me continue to monitor, and if it doesn't go away in 3 weeks, then we will have to do imaging. Good thing I am leaving in 3 weeks.
Another great moment that happened was I asked her when I could stop taking my iron supplement. She stated, "We told you, in 6 weeks we will retest your blood to see if the iron is working and being processed", and "Sometimes you have to take the supplements for 3 to 6 months". No Dr. Fluke, you did not tell me that I needed to retest my blood, nor did you the last time something like this happened. All the nurse said was to take 3200mg of iron (actually she kept stumbling over the actual number), which had I listened to her counsel I would have been taking 118.5 times the normal daily value of iron. This is why I am glad I have nurse friends at the State Hospital who I can call for medical advice that won't kill me.
So I did what any girl would do and told/showed my mom. I had basically convinced myself that it was nothing, but just wanted my mom to reassure me. She told me she didn't think it was anything, but when she saw it, pure fear crossed her face, and she kept repeating "I'm sure it's nothing". We decided to wait a few days and see what happened. After a few days the lump became visible, when I told my mom, she said "You're too young" and I said "Yeah, but I know people who have had breast cancer when they were 20", and she said "Me too." After a few minutes of silence, my mom said "I can't believe we are even thinking about not going to the doctor". The two of us being the lazy people we are, decided to push off the doctor's visit for a few more days.
On Friday, I decided to set an appointment, but then I canceled because I told myself it's nothing. But after telling my friend Kendyl about it, she basically put me in my place for not getting it looked at, I decided to just go. I had to keep telling myself "Prevention is the best treatment", and the fact I have almost every kind of disease/cancer in my genes, it was a good idea to get checked anyway.
So all weekend I have had these fears that I have cancer, because with my luck I should. I completely talked myself into believing that I had breast cancer. I envisioned my dad having to take me to and from my chemo appointments, and the further deterioration of my body. These thoughts brought me to tears, but then I remembered I finally had a legit reason to shave my head, and everything seemed better.
So I went to the doctor's today, and of course she thought I was crazy. She told me that she didn't believe that it was cancer, but rather a bruise from some form of exercise, even though I told her that I haven't been exercising, at all. Literally, all I do is laundry, and that's not exercise. She is having me continue to monitor, and if it doesn't go away in 3 weeks, then we will have to do imaging. Good thing I am leaving in 3 weeks.
Another great moment that happened was I asked her when I could stop taking my iron supplement. She stated, "We told you, in 6 weeks we will retest your blood to see if the iron is working and being processed", and "Sometimes you have to take the supplements for 3 to 6 months". No Dr. Fluke, you did not tell me that I needed to retest my blood, nor did you the last time something like this happened. All the nurse said was to take 3200mg of iron (actually she kept stumbling over the actual number), which had I listened to her counsel I would have been taking 118.5 times the normal daily value of iron. This is why I am glad I have nurse friends at the State Hospital who I can call for medical advice that won't kill me.