Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Place of the month
I did forget for a while but I promise I will do it while I'm at work. After I finish some projects for instructors.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Catching up
I know I haven't posted in a while, but i've been really really busy. As of the 18th my boyfriend moved up here from Louisiana. He is applying at the Bowling Green police department; which is why he moved up here so quickly. He had been planning on moving up here for a while, but wanted to save up some money to be up here. We thought the hiring process was going to start in the fall so he had planned to come up sometime before it started. Well, a couple weeks ago he got a letter saying that the hiring process was going to start at the end of July. (The part that is actually in the fall is the interview process.)
So, it just happened that around the same time his mom, and aunt were driving to Michigan to see family. It worked out that he was able to pull all of his stuff into his car and drive the 12 hour drive from his house to mine.
It's now been two weeks since he got up here. He is staying with me and my parents (in the office), and is looking for a job. The first part of the application process is this Saturday, so we're hoping that it all goes well.
I'm getting adjusted to having him around all the time, and seeing all his guy-isms. It's going well though, I'm really enjoying getting to see him every day.
On another note, I'm finishing up my job as a tutor at WKU, my last day is next Thursday. I'm having mixed feelings about leaving, especially when I get to tutor someone who is really excited about learing something; that really reminds me of why I loved this job.
I'm trying to get ready for my move to Nashville, but I'm so tired that I can't really do much yet. So, I've been sending my resume out to several companies (20 to be exact) but haven't heard anything yet. I hate looking for a job, I don't like any part of it. I just wish someone would come up to me and hand me a great job. I know I can do it, and I know that I'm a good worker but I just hate the part of putting myself on a piece of paper for people to judge. It makes me uneasy. I picture myself laying on a table with, banker type old men, looking over me. I don't like the fact that they are judging whether or not I can do a job, by how well I can word my job duties. I'm not good at, or comfortable with, trying to make the fact that I filed papers sound like I was saving the world every day. It feels too close to lying for me. But I did it again, I redid my whole resume (and if you didn't know I've saved the world a few times too!); I also wrote the dreaded cover letter of doom and with these two magnificently written pieces of art I have yet to hear anything back from the companies. This is driving me crazy, I'm regretting my prayers for patience and wondering if they're being answered at this time.
What am I supposed to learn from this horribly hard summer?
I can't remember a time when so much hard things have happened so close together; without time for me to fully heal from them. But what is "fully healed"? I've started going to this thing that my has been going to since last October; called Celebrate Recovery. It's once of those places where you can just spill your guts and tell it all, and the people there will just be like "OK, I've done that too"; I've only been a couple times but so far I'm wishing I had given in a couple months ago (my mom's been asking me to go since November). I can see myself being able to move on with the help of this group; which is really nice because I haven't seen the light at the end of the tunnel all summer. HAHA I just realized something, maybe this is why I've gone through all of this! God was just trying to get me to a place where I would give in and see what can really come of a church group that actually seems to care about each other.
I feel alot better.
We had a scare last Friday. My dog, Albert, ran away right before this big storm came through. The hard thing was that I had made a quick run to Nashville, and got home about half an hour after he'd taken off. I searched for about an hour that night, and then quite a bit the next morning. Nothing came of our driving around. It was the worst feeling ever! My dog of 16 years was just gone. My parents just said that he had left to die. I couldn't believe that he would do that, it didn't match his personality. He's such a momma's boy that I couldn't imagine him going to do something like that by himself. Well we went on with our weekend, trying to come to terms with the fact that there was no more Albert, honestly I was numb (which seems to be my most recent way of dealing with big things, or not dealing with them). Come Monday morning I went to work and decided to call the humane society, so I get to work and give them a call; the lady informs me that they have an elderly schnauzer there that was brought in Saturday. So, I call my mom trying not to get excited, and she heads up there. It's Him!!!!!! Praise God!! I'm so thankful that he hasn't really taken off like they thought, he was just being his ornery self. I'm so glad that ordeal is over.
So, things are settled for now. I'm worn out from writing this much, but I feel good. I hope this finds you well.
So, it just happened that around the same time his mom, and aunt were driving to Michigan to see family. It worked out that he was able to pull all of his stuff into his car and drive the 12 hour drive from his house to mine.
It's now been two weeks since he got up here. He is staying with me and my parents (in the office), and is looking for a job. The first part of the application process is this Saturday, so we're hoping that it all goes well.
I'm getting adjusted to having him around all the time, and seeing all his guy-isms. It's going well though, I'm really enjoying getting to see him every day.
On another note, I'm finishing up my job as a tutor at WKU, my last day is next Thursday. I'm having mixed feelings about leaving, especially when I get to tutor someone who is really excited about learing something; that really reminds me of why I loved this job.
I'm trying to get ready for my move to Nashville, but I'm so tired that I can't really do much yet. So, I've been sending my resume out to several companies (20 to be exact) but haven't heard anything yet. I hate looking for a job, I don't like any part of it. I just wish someone would come up to me and hand me a great job. I know I can do it, and I know that I'm a good worker but I just hate the part of putting myself on a piece of paper for people to judge. It makes me uneasy. I picture myself laying on a table with, banker type old men, looking over me. I don't like the fact that they are judging whether or not I can do a job, by how well I can word my job duties. I'm not good at, or comfortable with, trying to make the fact that I filed papers sound like I was saving the world every day. It feels too close to lying for me. But I did it again, I redid my whole resume (and if you didn't know I've saved the world a few times too!); I also wrote the dreaded cover letter of doom and with these two magnificently written pieces of art I have yet to hear anything back from the companies. This is driving me crazy, I'm regretting my prayers for patience and wondering if they're being answered at this time.
What am I supposed to learn from this horribly hard summer?
I can't remember a time when so much hard things have happened so close together; without time for me to fully heal from them. But what is "fully healed"? I've started going to this thing that my has been going to since last October; called Celebrate Recovery. It's once of those places where you can just spill your guts and tell it all, and the people there will just be like "OK, I've done that too"; I've only been a couple times but so far I'm wishing I had given in a couple months ago (my mom's been asking me to go since November). I can see myself being able to move on with the help of this group; which is really nice because I haven't seen the light at the end of the tunnel all summer. HAHA I just realized something, maybe this is why I've gone through all of this! God was just trying to get me to a place where I would give in and see what can really come of a church group that actually seems to care about each other.
I feel alot better.
We had a scare last Friday. My dog, Albert, ran away right before this big storm came through. The hard thing was that I had made a quick run to Nashville, and got home about half an hour after he'd taken off. I searched for about an hour that night, and then quite a bit the next morning. Nothing came of our driving around. It was the worst feeling ever! My dog of 16 years was just gone. My parents just said that he had left to die. I couldn't believe that he would do that, it didn't match his personality. He's such a momma's boy that I couldn't imagine him going to do something like that by himself. Well we went on with our weekend, trying to come to terms with the fact that there was no more Albert, honestly I was numb (which seems to be my most recent way of dealing with big things, or not dealing with them). Come Monday morning I went to work and decided to call the humane society, so I get to work and give them a call; the lady informs me that they have an elderly schnauzer there that was brought in Saturday. So, I call my mom trying not to get excited, and she heads up there. It's Him!!!!!! Praise God!! I'm so thankful that he hasn't really taken off like they thought, he was just being his ornery self. I'm so glad that ordeal is over.
So, things are settled for now. I'm worn out from writing this much, but I feel good. I hope this finds you well.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Big News!!!
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. But I've kinda been preoccupied with the fact that my boyfriend is moving up here next week. I will go into more details on Monday, seeing as I have nothing better to do at work. See you then!!
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