While my friends and family already know more about me than I ever needed them to, I realized that there are people out there who don't know me. Therefore, this dramatic life change of moving to Alaska may not seem so dramatic until you digest a few facts in my food fight existence.
I was born in California and have lived here all my life. I'm 31 years old now. I was born in May, so I think summer sun is in my blood. I'm also a twiglet, as my best friend likes to call me, so winter times can be a trial in keeping warm.
I don't travel much. I just... don't travel all that well. I get car sick easy and I refuse to fly. Boats I can handle as long as we're not too far from a shore. I have a fear of drowning. Hey, I'm a Taurus. I like to have my hooves planted solidly in the dirt. I'd roll in mud if I had the opportunity. It's wonderful for the skin!
The farthest I have been from home is LA (Disneyland trip with my family), Reno (massage classes), and somewhere in Washington State (visiting family).
I hope you are starting to see why moving to Alaska has totally flabbergasted most of the people who know me.
Now, I can hear you shrieking, "Why oh why is she wanting to move to a state that's on the other side of Canada where winter temps will be in the single digits on a warm day and only 70s in the summer? Is she insane?"
Well, if you look my blog over carefully, you'd see that I've already admitted to that.
As to other reasons, they do exist. But I need to go back to work. I'll post about those tomorrow. Maybe. (Grabs paper and pen, mumbling about finding at least one @#%# good reason before tomorrow.)
Wait, is this thing still on?
Saturday, June 30, 2007
All right, here it is...
Here's the moment you've all been waiting for... Well, maybe not. But it's my blog, so I can pretend like I have throngs of adoring fans hanging on my every typed word.
Logan has been offered a management position for a new store opening in Wasilla, Alaska. Here's another clincher: They've offered me one, too. Even though I haven't worked there in the last five months or so.
The guy that offered the jobs remembers me and understands the reasons I quit in the first place. Reasons such as a fairly incompetent manager over me, a total jacka** in management who was sleeping with the female employees, the fact that I was promised a raise and didn't get it, the fact that we were promised matching schedules which didn't happen... I could go on for a while, but those were the big ones.
And for those with lewd thoughts running through their heads, get your minds out of the gutter so mine can float by. No, that creep didn't try to sleep with me. In fact, I think he was scared of me, what with me being edumacated and all. I think he was worried I'd be after his job. He didn't like me at all. And he was a prime jerk.
So the upshot is that Logan will be Gun Room Manager and I will be Office Manager.
I'm more frightened of that than I am of the move to Alaska.
No details to post yet. We're not even sure when we'll be leaving, only that we're probably expected to be there by September. We're engaged in constant debates. Do we keep the Yaris and buy a 4 wheel drive truck? Do we buy it before we move or after? Do we sell all the furniture to make it easier to move or do we want to keep some of it? Do we keep the dome or sell it for extra money? What's the best way to move the kitties up there?
I hate everything being up in the air like this. I'm sure it's driving my mom crazy, too. (Sorry, Mom.)
At least the company will be paying for the moving expenses. It's great for them because they're getting two employees for the price of one.
Okay. Guess I need to go back to work now. I've got a performance tonight. I'll post every time I've got something new to tell, so it might not be every day. I'll also answer questions that people post in the comments.
Blessed be.
Logan has been offered a management position for a new store opening in Wasilla, Alaska. Here's another clincher: They've offered me one, too. Even though I haven't worked there in the last five months or so.
The guy that offered the jobs remembers me and understands the reasons I quit in the first place. Reasons such as a fairly incompetent manager over me, a total jacka** in management who was sleeping with the female employees, the fact that I was promised a raise and didn't get it, the fact that we were promised matching schedules which didn't happen... I could go on for a while, but those were the big ones.
And for those with lewd thoughts running through their heads, get your minds out of the gutter so mine can float by. No, that creep didn't try to sleep with me. In fact, I think he was scared of me, what with me being edumacated and all. I think he was worried I'd be after his job. He didn't like me at all. And he was a prime jerk.
So the upshot is that Logan will be Gun Room Manager and I will be Office Manager.
I'm more frightened of that than I am of the move to Alaska.
No details to post yet. We're not even sure when we'll be leaving, only that we're probably expected to be there by September. We're engaged in constant debates. Do we keep the Yaris and buy a 4 wheel drive truck? Do we buy it before we move or after? Do we sell all the furniture to make it easier to move or do we want to keep some of it? Do we keep the dome or sell it for extra money? What's the best way to move the kitties up there?
I hate everything being up in the air like this. I'm sure it's driving my mom crazy, too. (Sorry, Mom.)
At least the company will be paying for the moving expenses. It's great for them because they're getting two employees for the price of one.
Okay. Guess I need to go back to work now. I've got a performance tonight. I'll post every time I've got something new to tell, so it might not be every day. I'll also answer questions that people post in the comments.
Blessed be.
Friday, June 29, 2007
A New Beginning on the Horizon...
I never had any intention of starting a blog.
I never had anything to say before that I thought would interest anybody.
But now I think I do. Maybe I'm just flattering myself, but perhaps what I write here will be read by others who may be facing the same life altering decisions that I've been facing. And if they aren't, maybe I can bring a smile to someone's face, even if it's only my best friend or my mother.
So what's so important that I would actually join the technology wave and start a blog like millions of other people? What could such a summer-loving, blonde-haired, goofy native born Californian such as myself have to say that would captivate the imagination of anyone else in the world?
It's time for bed. Tune in next time for I'm Too Tired to Blog or How Do You Keep an Idiot in Suspense! (Though I think my blog title is a little obvious, don't ya think? Remember, this blog is blonde powered!)
I never had anything to say before that I thought would interest anybody.
But now I think I do. Maybe I'm just flattering myself, but perhaps what I write here will be read by others who may be facing the same life altering decisions that I've been facing. And if they aren't, maybe I can bring a smile to someone's face, even if it's only my best friend or my mother.
So what's so important that I would actually join the technology wave and start a blog like millions of other people? What could such a summer-loving, blonde-haired, goofy native born Californian such as myself have to say that would captivate the imagination of anyone else in the world?
It's time for bed. Tune in next time for I'm Too Tired to Blog or How Do You Keep an Idiot in Suspense! (Though I think my blog title is a little obvious, don't ya think? Remember, this blog is blonde powered!)
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