the days after cool days are always so uncool in comparison. take today for instance; the day after halloween. what a drag to be today. and the day after christmas. and the day after the day after thanksgiving. and the day after my birthday. oh well. today is the day after halloween and it has lived up to its name. another day of work. i went to a pilates class at the gym which was one of the dumbest things i given my time to in a while. it was basically a few stretches and breaths with the instructor saying "nice n' easy now, that's it.." if i wanted it "nice n' easy" i would have stayed home...
but i guess i got to breathe and stretch some. that's nice. i topped it all off with some almond fudge ice cream when i got home. i think doctors recommend it as the perfect end to a good workout---you know--all that...um...protein.
i got another job today. i figured i could use some extra money around the holidays so i could buy myself some christmas presents. and i'm trying to find a couple of part-time jobs so i can quit countrywide before i go absolutely postal and throw computer screens over cubicles. so i am now officially employed at anthropologie as well. which is a very fashionable clothing store where everything costs at least millions of dollars. i don't even think i have clothes cool enough to wear to work. they must be desperate. but i get a 40% discount there and at urban outfitters which basically means i will not be saving any money whatsoever. but even cooler--i get to put my whole immediate family (sorry ryan) on the discount as well. so katelyn and alex and mom and even you dad (i think you would look especially stunning in a glittering circle skirt) have a discount too. they have home furnishings mom. maybe something for katelyn's (previous) room? i can just hear the excitement from the sisters. do they even have urban outfitters in very un-urban olympia katie-bug? i pretty sure they don't have any in mexico--even though their labour probably comes from there. oh--nothing like parting with your values for a buck. first--pushing numbers around on a computer. now--pushing numbers around on a computer AND selling expensive clothes made in china for $1/day. blah blah. when i don't think about it that way though--and merely think about it as a stepping stone to get to the next place--i don't mind the dumb jobs so much. i have to save money to eventually make money. and buy a farm. and go to school. and have a yacht.
i'm looking into getting my teaching certification. i think it could be excellent. me and a blackboard and tons of pliable minds. muuuuhhhaaaaaaaa.
more on that as i discover. my tea has steeped for well over the recommended time now and will probably be harsh and bitter. but that, my dear friends and family, is the willing price i pay to be able to communicate with you. i am a martyr. never never forget that.