new apt

love it

first night

Okay well last night was actually the second night in my new apartment. But unfortunatly i did not move from the bathroom floor and into my bedroom the first night..mmm yea.....so last night was the first night in my new bedroom in my new and first apartment. Gilman Street. In the day time i have 3 huge beatiful windows over looking the street. They let in the warm breeze and the whir of the skateboarders down the street and the rhythmic druming someone was doing yesterday afternoon. In the night- I have 3 huge windows open for air...letting in the yelling stumbling drunks and loud music from blue velvet that is directly across the street from my window. It was loud- but i kinda liked it. I liked being in the middle -ish of the action. I prolly will change my mind when i actually have a life that i have to get up in the morning and do stuff worth while..but for now...gilman street is pretty sweet.

Life moves pretty fast... ... If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it

Temporary: changeable,unfixed, fast, instantaneous, transitory, roundabout way, transient, developmental, beginning, trial-and-error, shifting, ephemeral, experimental, transitional, gone in a heartbeat....

up in flames

Thanks to my grandma...I found out my computer battery was recalled. Was yours?

Spicing...

...things up a bit.




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confession

On my first day of work this summer I drove home on my lunch break in tears- Literally.

weak? maybe.
overwhelmed? completely.
overdramatic? yes.

I cried to a friend on the phone that the day was going badly- i didn't want to be supervisor anymore- i didn't know what i was doing- and i didn't know how i was going to make it through the summer.

I knew i wanted the job, i knew it would be hard, i knew i would actually enjoy the job, and i obvioulsy knew that i had to be back to work in 50 min for the second half of the day- with no tears.

9 1/2 weeks later?

I made it. I did it. and I had fun....because after all- On the playground...

If you're not having fun, you're not doing your job.

another one

A great friend, a traveler, a blondie, a sister at heart, a lot of soul, a Kath(e)rin(e) is blogging.

stay strong- one week left

Sinking into my bed after a cool shower is just what i need. The summer is finally catching up with me- draining me, testing me. A 15 hour work day 8am-11pm is extremelly difficult. It's about 20 times more difficult when the thermometer is just topping 100- and you're outside with 5 year olds- trying to keep a smile on your face- a face dripping with sweat.

my boss is letting me sleep in a half hour tomorrow. Bless her soul.