Per request.

Ok so the new girl.  So... she scares me lol.

She scares me because I am so attracted to her, and I havent been attracted to anyone this much since my major ex, Joy, and Joy was the only one that I ever got those kinda butterflies for.  And she scares me because we are finding out that we really look at relationships from a different angle.  I feel like I should go running for the hills...  but I know I won't. 

It is still very new, and we've only hung out once, and we're enjoying getting to know each other over texting and phone calls.  One thing I do like about her is her upfront honesty.  That is something that's been lacking in past relationships... I've dated a lot of secret keepers.  With her, she is open and honest, even if it's something she thinks I might not want to hear.  But I'm finding that she is much more cautious when it comes to love and relationships, but I also think that might be good for me.  I am cautious too at first, but as I've told her, when i fall, I fall hard... and that's 'all she wrote' kinda thing haha.  She is more guarded, and it takes her a long time to be sure about a relationship.  But again, I kind of like that, because I know that she'll never be playing games, won't be saying something and really be holding back in her own mind.  She has said that her biggest issue with past relationships and dates is that the girls wanted too much too fast, and that she doesn't operate like that.  So, I know I need someone who is like that.  I have so much on my plate right now with wanting to make this move in a few months, and get a new job there, and find a place to live... I don't want to get distracted.  If you know me at all, you know that relationships definitely distract me haha.  I end up putting so much of myself into them, that I lose sight of so many other things.  So to take things really slow with someone, it would be perfect. 

Oh, and she looks really young haha, but she is actually 4 months older than me.  yes... 4 whole months lol.  But Squirty got to meet her for 2 minutes when she and I hung out, because I was picking up a key from Squirt to be able to get in her house later to sleep there.  The next morning when Squirt and I were having coffee and breakfast, she said 'what is she like 18 kelly???'  haha..  it was funny.  But New Girl is ummm..  yeah. she's just really fuckin cute.  She's got a great body, a really adorable smile, and the sweetest girly voice I've ever heard, and she's also really shy in person, which to me is just so endearing.  I'm finding that she's strong willed, knows who she is and what she wants, but that softness and shy demeanor to her just makes me melt.  We went to a couple places for drinks (we were both exploring the city because she just recently moved there and I havent moved there yet) and we also went to this old timey theater to see 'The Kids Are All Right'.  Since the theater was old, it didn't have cup holders to hold the drink that we shared, so she put it in between her legs while I held the popcorn.  At one point, I signaled that i wanted the drink and she just grinned at me so I had to grab the drink from between her legs.  When I was done with it, I tried to hand it back to her, but she decided to just open her legs for me to put it back in its place instead.  We both giggled and locked eyes for a split second before we both jolted our faces back towards the screen.  I'm sure we were both blushing lol.  At the end of the movie, I looked over at her to ask if she'd liked it, and she whispered in her sweetest girly voice 'I hafta peeee so bad'.  Lol... please don't ask me why, but it was just the sweet tone of her voice when she said it that had me swooning, and thinking oh my god she's so fuckin cute.  We went out to another place to get some grub and some drinks, and lucky for her, her favorite thing was on the big screen-baseball.  When the drinks came, she started dancing in her seat, and then again when the food came.  I'm telling you... she is just so fucking cute.  She also danced in her seat to some music in my car.  :)  At the end of the date, when I was dropping her off back home, I pulled up to her place and she said 'ok... now for the awkward first goodbye' with a big smile.  I got out of the car and met her on her side.  I wanted to kiss her so bad, and she locked eyes with me and I could tell she wanted to also... but we were both just so nervous and shy, so I just went in for a hug.  Well it ended up being a fabulous hug, we just stood there for what seemed like 3 minutes and hugged each other really tight, and rubbed each others' backs...  it just felt so good.  I should have just lifted my head and kissed her, but I'm kinda glad that I didnt, because it gives us something to look foward to.  She smelled soooooo good too. I know that when we see each other next, we won't be as shy since we've been talking so much.  When I left, I texted her that i had wanted to kiss her but was too nervous, and she texted back 'ditto... hence the awkward goodbye :-)' 

So yeah, she scares me.  I'm gonna try to just keep my cool.  I really need to do that, for myself anyway.  I have a lot that I want to accomplish in the next few months, but it's still fun to feel the butterflies every now and then :).

100 posts!

I just realized that I just hit 100 posts on this blog.  To celebrate, I'm going to write an updated list of my '100 Things About Me.'  I recently read over my list (look for it in my bio on here) and realized that some of the things on my list have changed, or the ideals have changed...  but I guess a lot can change in a year.  I wrote it one year ago next month, so I think I'll start a tradition of trying to make a new list every year.  This should be fun, to see what has changed, and see what else I can come up with.  Keep an eye out for it, it'll probably take me a bit to complete it.  :)

geeeetar. and my dad.

So SquirtyB has been responsible for introducing me to a lot of great music.  The first one I fell in love with was Grace Potter.  And then she told me about Brandi Carlile.  I even had the opportunity to see Brandi with Squirt, but I decided to proceed with a really bad date instead lol (when will i learn??).  Anyway... this new girl I'm talkin to calls Brandi her gf... so I decided it was time to go ahead and listen to her, and download some of her songs, so I'd have something in my car to play when new girl was riding with me.  Well...  yeah I think I'm falling in love with her too.  Brandi, I mean, lol.  I've been saying for years now that I want to learn how to play my guitar (yes... i have a beautiful brand new acoustic guitar, and I got it for my birthday from my dad a few years ago, and I have never learned how to play it, and it's currently sitting in my dad's garage in her hard case, and suddenly she's calling me name).  Listening to Brandi Carlile has really made me want to learn to play, and learn some of her songs.  So I found some of her sheet music, and I'm gonna take it to my dad and start lessons.  My favorite cousin came down recently, and while we were all havin some drinks and playin pool at my dad's house... he got out my dad's guitar and sang a song that he dedicated to me, and then my dad played some and then he played some more...  and all i wanted to do was go over and grab that guitar and sing my own song.  My aunt and uncle also sing and play a bunch of instruments...  it's just in our blood.  I used to play piano...  but guitar just seems so much more my style haha.  Anyway... I'm hopin my dad's up for it, and I think he will be since he recently made a comment about how he doesn't feel like I show him enough love.  I kind of liked hearing this from him, just for the simple fact that he and I are both getting more vocal about wanting to be close with each other.  It's not something that he's said easily before.  So I think this is the perfect way for us to bond... him teaching me one of his passions and hobbies. 

Well hi there.

So I took a little trip to the city where I'm thinkin about movin (and this is where my Squirty B lives, and she graciously let me crash on her couch) and I had a good trip there.  It was my first trip there that was for the purposes of lookin around to see salons where i could work.  I went into quite a few, and there is one that is really standing out to me.  She and I had been emailing back and forth for the past week, and I got to see her, but she was busy with a client so I didn't get to sit and talk with her.  But the place is really cute, it's an old house that's been converted into a business..  and just being in there.. I felt so stylish and cute and confident... like it was a place that I would want to promote and tell people that i worked there.  Plus the owner had told me through emails that she sends her stylists to New York for training classes in hair...  I would literally be on cloud 9.  :) 

I am literally just saving up every last penny that I can at the point, so that i can move in a few months, and have a nice cushion to fall back on.  I want to make a few more trips, and take a look at a few more salons that I just found out about.  Oh and now I have another friend that says she would move there with me.. she's actually way out in AZ but she wants to move here, and we were talking about living together in the city I am in now.  Well I told her that i wanted to move, and she said that she'd actually already been looking at schools there, she wants to go to hair schools too (aww!).  I had cut her hair a few months ago when she was out here visiting, and she said that me cutting her hair, and all of the passion that I put into it, inspired her to follow her heart and go to hair school, like she's always wanted to.  :)  What a compliment! 

Oh and I met a new girl, and she is sweet and cute as hell, and she gives me butterflies (and I give her the same butterfliesss!!!), and I met her for the first time while I was in the new city visiting.  :)  It is of course very new, and I don't want to get my hopes up about her, and subconciously make this move somewhat about the idea of finding love there...  I really want to make this decision about myself, and about making myself happy and maybe even finding 'home' even if I don't end up staying there.  Whatever is meant to happen, will happen.  I just need a change, and I know that I need to just go ahead and do it for myself, rather than waiting for life to happen around me.  I'm excited to see how this all plays out for me, and excited for some long needed and awaited CHANGE. :)

So much to say!

Ok so I have a new plan that I'm considering working towards.  So maybe it's more of a new idea, but I'm definitely looking into it.

As many of you might know...  I have been living in the same city since I was born.  And you may also know... that I want... OUT!  I have been longing for a change of scenery ever since I can remember.  It's weird to feel like you don't belong where you've always been.  About the only thing I think I'll miss here is the beach... but I could do without that for a chance to see and experience new things, new people, new surroundings... a new life.  I'm just ready to get out of here.

I was talking to an old coworker on the phone the other day.  She and I worked together everyday for 4 years, and we of course became very close.  I have since quit the salon (about 8 months ago) and she has since moved 4 states away after getting married and he got stationed down there.  So our 'catch up' phone calls end up including about every detail of our lives that we've missed since being apart haha.  Well... after 3 minutes of talking... she stopped talking about her latest story and said 'kelly... what's wrong?'  to which I replied... huh?  What are you talking about?  Well... she could hear it in my voice, like only she would be able to.  But she just knows when I'm not at my usual 100%.  And, without me having to even say it.. (or even realize what my underlying tones really mean at the time) she tells me that she thinks I should move already.  She has a cousin who is moving to Richmond (which is about 2 hours away) and that she thinks I should go with her, and be roommates.  Ok so 2 hours away doesn't sound like a big move... but the difference in culture and surroundings would be great.  The gay scene is bigger there (as it is in any bigger city I guess), the art scene is definitely bigger there... just so many more possibilities.

I brushed it off when she first said it... but I've really been thinking about it.  On top of moving, I think I want to get back into a salon.  I have loved doing my own thing (and most importantly, making my own hours and MONEY), but I miss being a part of a salon family.  My life has become lonely.  I go to my clients' homes, do their hair, and then leave by myself.  I have made some new friends and acquaintances by doing this, but nothing like what I had when I was working in the salon.  But I don't want to work in a different salon in this area.  I think I just have a mental block against this place at this point.  I don't want to get into anything that would tie me down here.  I've had 2 clients here offer to even open salons for me... and I've turned them down.  I have my reasons... I don't want to be a part of anything that keeps me here.  So I've been doing some online research about salons there, and been in touch with a couple of them.  I've sent my resume off, and gotten invited to visit a few there. 

I've talked to the cousin that is moving there... but not sure that I'd want to live with her.  I've had a lot of bad roommate situations, and I wouldn't ever want to have a reason to not be ok with her family.  Plus I have no idea how 'okay' she'd be with the gay thing.  I think on the outside she'd be fine with it... but if I start dating someone it could be a different story.  She just seems a little more sheltered... but who knows.  We're gonna have lunch and talk about everything and then I'll have a better idea of if we'd be good roommates. So I might just look for another roommate there... but not sure about that yet. 

Also, I'm thinking that because this city is still somewhat close to home, I could definitely keep some of my clients, just come home a couple times a month to keep up with them, so I could keep that portion of my income until I start making more money there. 

This all might sound like a small change, small move to some of you... but this is huge for me.  I love that city, love the atmosphere there... but I'm still scared.  My reason for being scared is money.  I'm just scared that I won't be able to do it all on my own.  But I think if I have a real goal to work towards, and the idea of being somewhere where I feel more like myself, and around people that i might even have more in common with...  I would work harder to be able to sustain the new lifestyle.  I think my issue is just that I've kinda always had a helping hand from my parents in one way or another, which in turn has left me feeling like I might not be able to do it on my own.  But I can.  I have the passion and the talent to make something of myself.  I know I can do this... and I'm getting really excited about it. It'll be a few months before I move if everythign works out, I want to save up more money before moving away so I have a cushion. 

Sound like a good idea?

Let's see.

I'm really feeling things build up lately, and I don't like it.  The 'one more bad date' and Jamie, this person that i called a friend, stealing something that was so personal and sentimental to me (read my past two blog posts)...  and a few other things.  I just can really feel things weighing on me, and I can feel it all getting heavier and heavier.  It might not even be things that are that bad, it's definitely not anything I can't handle, but I just can't stand feeling this way.  I want to tell myself that this is me hitting rock bottom, because once you hit rock bottom you can only go up.  I thrive on being a positive and happy person, and whenever that's not my mood, it really affects me.  It makes me not able to focus on things, makes me feel completely uninspired, and unmotivated to do anything. 

My closest friend right now, H, has really gone off the deep end lately.  She's been going through a lot, and it's gotten to the point where I don't really know how to help her or communicate with her anymore.  She's drinking everyday, and it's just not fun anymore.  At the beginning of the summer, it really was just all about having fun, but now it's like she's drowning her sorrows in it, and she's also started dating her new neighbor who is very recently going through a divorce....  I'm talking about like a couple weeks before H and he met, and started dating.  So now, she's putting all of her time into him, and all I hear about are her drunken episodes, how they've already fought so many times, but that she still wants to hang out with him cuz she doesn't wanna be alone.  So yeah, the entire situation is not any fun for me anymore.  Like, at all.  I'm really over it actually. 

Other friends have moved away, other friends turned out to not be friends at all, and overall I'm just feeling really disconnected.  I went and saw a friend and her gf this past weekend, and we had fun, I always love going there and seeing her, but her gf got upset with me over something that I said, that either came out the wrong way, or she took the wrong way.  We were both drinking, so I don't even really remember what was said, but i just remember all of a sudden feeling like she thought i was a giant asshole, and there wasn't really a way to talk myself out of it.  As much as I tried, it was just silence on the other end. I don't know... but it was just like one more thing that I had to sulk about and deal with...  And it was really nobody's fault, well maybe it was my fault and I just don't know or don't remember, but ugh.  I'm really just needing a bright light at the end of this tunnel. 

I think that right now, while I'm feeling disconnected anyway, it's gonna be a really good time to just work on myself.  I'm not happy with my weight and health, and I want to work on that.  I saw my trainer today, and she's just gotten affiliated with a company that does healthy living and meal plans, and she's a health coach.  We had a long long talk about how I've been feeling, and she helped me to see that I need to work on my relationship with myself to be able to get out of this tunnel.  I need this, and I deserve this.  It's going to be a lot of work, but I realize now more than ever how much I need this kind of change for myself.  I need to feel good about myself, and I think that just that simple change about how I feel about me, will change so much of how I feel about the world around me.  She has said that if I start working now, I could lose 40lbs by Christmas.  I don't want to plan on that, because I've never lost that much weight at one time, and it just sounds completely unattainable, but I am going to just focus on losing 20lbs to start with.  I need to actually lose about 60lbs according to my height, to be in a healthy place, but I need to start with baby steps.  I also think that losing 20lbs would just make me feel so great, and hopefully will be the jumping off point for change. 

I know I need to change something, because whatever I'm doing now isn't working, and I can feel it everyday.  I need change.  I need to feel the sunshine in my life again.

Fawk You Friday!!!

This is my first time participating in a Fawk You Friday, and I have to say that it is the PERFECT day for me to start.  I'm livid right now.  Read on, but be warned that this is NO NICE POST.

Ok so.  Let me just go ahead and get it out there.  FAWK YOU JAMIE.  For real.  Fawk you.  And I know I don't usually use names in my blog, but I am just so mad that I don't care. Jamie.  The bitch's name is JAMIE. 

Jamie and I have known each other for a little over a year now.  Last summer was a blast.  I lived in an apartment with my roommate chris, and although he was the messiest roommate, we got along really well.  You wouldn't think so if you read some of my old posts lol...  but of course this blog was my place to vent haha.  He and I still talk, he's one of my best buddies.  Well he and I would hang out with a bunch of the other peeps in our apartment complex, and we'd have big group 'family' dinners (as we'd call them), big block parties, all of us would go to the beach every sunday (this is about 10-15 of us i'm talking about).  It was a great summer, probably one of my most favorite ones of all time so far.  Well Jamie was one of those people in our apartment family.  If you asked her, she'd tell you that she was responsible for getting us all together, that she was the one who planned everything, that we should all be grateful to her for such a wonderful summer.  She was the one that most of us wouldn't care if we 'lost.'  She always wanted to be the center of attention.  This included her wanting to make out with all of the girls, and she would frequently flash everyone to show off her pierced nipples.  Whenever we'd throw big parties that we'd invite other friends to, she'd put on some kinda name tag that said 'host', and then get completely pissed off when new people wouldn't show her the respect she so rightfully deserved.  She was a mess.  She has a boyfriend who is quiet and calm and who would usually just sit in their apartment and read or something.  We all had no idea why they were together, how he put up with her. 

Ok so that's the background.  Since last summer, almost everyone moved away.  The people I was closest with moved back home to GA after getting out of the military here.  I moved out of the apt complex late last year, Chris my roommate just recently moved back home to Missouri, and everyone else just kinda dispersed, except for Jamie and her boyfriend.  They stayed there until a few days ago.  I would go and see them sometimes for dinner, and I did her hair FOR FREE for the past year.  Not just haircuts ya'll, I did full highlights and haircuts about every 6 weeks on her.  The past few times I did her hair, I started telling her that I couldn't do it for free anymore, I'm going into business for myself and I need the money.  So she asked me 'ok how much does my color cost you?'  She actually expected to just pay me for what it cost me, not what i charge everyone else.  So for the past 3 times, she's handing me $30 (for what I did to her hair, I would be charging a minimum of $85) and says 'I put a tip in there for ya.'  My goodness.  Thank you, you gracious being.  She would follow up the past 3 hair appts with complaints about her hair a couple days later.  This never happened when it was free.  And her complaints were completely unjustified, especially since she didn't take care of her hair at all, she used shitty shampoo and would always throw her hair up in a messy bun while it's still wet.  It wasn't that I didn't do good work on her, I absolutely did, but don't expect me to run over to your house to redo one or two foils because you don't like the placement of the highlights or a slightly off color of blonde, when I'm a working girl and you're paying me shit.  During the last complaint i got from her via text message, saying that when she pulls her hair back, she can see some roots already on one side, I fought back and said that i have given her free hairdos for a year and i'm tired of her talking to me this way.  I felt that she was always looking for something to complain about, and I was over it.  The argument progressed, and it didn't end nicely.  Jamie, as we know, can do or say no wrong, so there is no sense in fighting with her, there will be no apology or any recognition of her being wrong or out of line. 

A few months ago, she found out that her boyfriend is getting stationed about 5 hours from here, and that they'd be moving near the beginning of august.  Well, when i moved out of that apartment back at the end of last year, I was having to put most of my stuff in storage, one of the things being my big $800 cherry oak sleigh bed frame.  My dad gave me this bed frame for my 21st birthday, and I got to pick it out myself.  I LOVE THIS BED ok.  I'm short, only 5'1, and i have to climb up onto it.  But I didn't have room for it where I was moving, so the plan was to put it in storage.  While Jamie was over visiting me as I was packing up, she asked if she could use the bed frame until I needed it again, since their mattresses were just laying on the floor.  I said sure... it was just going into storage anyway.  So they took it.  Well since they'd made plans for moving, we'd been conversing over when I could come get the bed.  As far as I knew, I had until the beginning of next week before they were moving.  I hadn't heard anything different, and hadn't talked to her since the middle of July.  I had told her that I needed to find someone with a truck that i could use to pick it up.  Well, with starting my new job, and recently taking on quite a few new hair clients, and also working on a painting project that the guy has agreed to pay me $800 for (yayyyyy!  go meee!!) I hadn't rounded up a truck yet.  Well, just yesterday morning, I get on facebook and see that Jamie has posted a status saying 'goodbye face book'.  Hmmm.  Why goodbye facebook?  I don't get it.  So I text her. 

Me: 'hey have you already moved??' 

Jamie:  Yes ma'am

Me:  Um ok.  So where's my bed?

Jamie:  Here.

Me:  What?  you took it with you?  Are you serious?

Jamie:  Yes.  I gave you plenty of time to come and get it, and I wasn't going to just let it sit by the dumpster.

OH.  MY.  GOD.  The little bitch stole my bed frame, and she left a week earlier than she had told me.  When I start going off on her, she says that she figured that since I hadn't come to get it, she thought I didn't want it, and that she's had far more things to worry about than my bed frame getting back to me, and starts talking about how her mom is in the hospital and she's been working and packing and BLAH BLAH BLAH.  Are you serious, you asshole???  I told her that it was never a question of 'if' i was going to get it, it was a question of 'when'.  I said that after all i had done for her, I never thought that she'd be capable of stealing something so big from me.  I also mentioned that it was funny how I was always the one standing up for her to everyone else when we'd all get tired of her bullshit, and that in the end she screws me over the worst.  Well the little shit told me that she's not my babysitter (ahem?  excuse me?) and that it wasn't her responsibility to make sure that I got my stuff before she moved, and that if I wanted it, I could come and get it, or I could send her money to ship it to me.  I.  Am.  Livid. 

Ok ok ok.  Shake it off.  Seriously, I'm having to pace back and forth and shake my hands off to keep from screaming.  This happened yesterday, and just from writing about it, the rage is filling me up all over again.  I just don't know how some people's minds work.  I can't imagine doing that to someone else that I once called a friend, and to someone who had done so much for me already.  I don't know how she is able to sleep peacefully at night, AND IN MY BED.  I've lost something that was sentimental to me, and was damn expensive.  Yes, it is only a piece of furniture, and I don't need it to survive or anything, but god damn.  I'll get over it, and at least I know that karma isn't going to be coming for me. 

But yeah.  Fuck YOU Jamie. 

Another bad date for the books.

I'm actually seriously thinking about writing a book about all of my bad dates.  And I have another story to add to the list. 

So I've been talking to this woman for about a week.  She's 36, a high school theater teacher, and she also directs plays and things of that nature all over the place.  She's also working on getting her masters in theater, and wants to be a theater professor at a local college.  She also acts in plays and dinner theater too.  We were both attracted to each other's artistic creativity while getting to know each other, but it slowly became obvious that she was much more attracted to her own capabilities and achievements than my own, or anyone else's for that matter.  Still, she has accomplished so much, so I took it as she's just proud of her life, and wants to share it with me, and maybe she's just a little on the nervous side when getting to know someone, and hopefully she'll calm down with the 'i did this with this famous person, and worked with this famous person, and i've met so and so and me me me and i i i'.  I was hopeful.  It was interesting to talk to someone who was so passionate about the arts, as I am, so I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. 

I'm not sure that I'll ever learn to just trust my initial judgements or feelings.  I need to. 

Anyway, she wants to take me out for drinks, and we decide to meet at a place of my choosing after I'm done with a client around 9.  I get there first, get a table, and wait.  She comes in and we hug, and sit down, and order drinks.  Within 5 minutes of sitting down, she's is texting on her phone.  This has got to be one of my biggest pet peeves, and I think it's completely rude and inappropriate on a first date.  The rest of the date went something like this:  She'd ask me questions about myself or how my day was or things of that nature, and then interrupt me with a new story of her own.  She'd tell me to order whatever I wanted for drinks, or appetizers to share, and so I did.  I had 3 drinks, and we ordered a plate of potato skins to share.  She continues to text off and on, saying that it's people from her dinner theater asking her questions because she's not there, but she had already told me that the dinner theater is over between 830 and 9, and it is after 10 at this point, so right away I know she's lying.  She asks me more questions, and then as I'm answering, she starts texting under the table, as if I'm not going to know what she's doing.  At one point she even pointed out every piece of clothing that she had chosen to wear that night, and explained in detail how she loves her own personal style.  By the time the waiter came over to ask if we were ready for the check, I was over it.  He asked if we wanted the check seperate or together, and she said together is fine.  Well the check comes, and he sets it on the table between us, where it sits for at least another 5 minutes.  I'm totally confused the whole time, and wondering why she's not picking it up, and trying to not make eye contact with it.  After a while, she looks down at it, and says 'ok well I only have cash... and it's $49.54!'  I just look at her, without any idea of how I'm supposed to respond, so I say, 'ok do you want me to help with the bill?  All I have is a card...'  and she says 'Well I guess you're gonna have to just put it on your card then.'  Really?  I mean really.  I put my card down, and she tosses a $10 bill at me.  When he brings the card and receipt back, she says that she'll get the tip, and folds up some money and puts it on the tray.  I would have never asked this if she had been paying for it, but since I was paying, I asked her how much did she leave.  She said $7.  I said... 'ummm what?  The bill was $50, and you're leaving him $7???'  She said 'sorry, my math is horrible, is that not good enough?'  I was appalled.  I said ok well I'm gonna leave more for him, and she said no no, and threw down another 3 dollars.  I still wanted to leave more, the guy was an absolute cutie, was very friendly and gave us excellent service.  I just couldn't believe how cheap she was. 

I mean, really??????

New Job and Shark Week YES.

SHARK WEEK starts tonight on the discovery channel, and I'm SO excited lol. 

So I started my new coffee shop job on Saturday.  I have to say that I kinda have mixed feelings about it.  I really love the atmosphere there, and I already really like the customers.  Some of the regulars are already learning my name, and I think it's cute that customers are introducing themselves to me, 'Oh you must be new!  Hi!  It's nice to meet you!'  It's pretty precious.  This is why I love coffee shops though...  you only get to see these customers for 5 minutes a day, but it's a part of their day that they look foward to, so they're always happy to see you.  :)



But yeah, the thing I'm not too crazy about, is my coworkers.  They're not the typical coffee shop crew, or the ones that I've met so far anyway.  I've worked 2 shifts so far, and have worked with this one girl both times.  She has been there for 4 years, and she has told me that she's flat out sick of this job, and that she's going to nursing school and can't wait to leave.  So needless to say, she gets easily irritated with very small things, and this isnt exactly great for me, the new girl.  She's kinda funny though.  Sometimes she'll be irritable, and then she'll snap out of it quicker than I can do a double take, and starts getting all excited about the fact that I do hair, and how she wants me to do her hair, and just can't wait and oh my god.  lol...  I just don't know what to expect with her.  So when she's all being nice and friendly, I milk it for all it's worth!  I start getting excited too, and then bring up other topics that are friendly topics and that I can see she gets happy about.  I'm just gonna have to kill her with kindness til we get used to each other lol.

I really think that it's just gonna be a period of adjustment, which there is in any job of course.  But she is a manager there, and she just has no idea how to manage.  She kinda just became manager because she's the one that's been there the longest, I'm guessing.  So far, she's made 2 mistakes (one during each of my shifts) and has somehow tried to pin it on me, because I guess it's easy to blame things on the new girl that's still learning.  I of course have made several mistakes, and forgotten some things, but I'm already getting better.  I still have yet to make more than just a couple drinks, I've been spending most of my time there learning the register.  This is no easy task ya'll... for real.  I mean, this place is like a full cafe, with breakfast and lunch served all day, and hot drinks, cold drinks, smoothies, blended drinks, italian sodas that we make, and a full bakery.  It's a lot to learn, and there are seperate screens for each one of those categories, and some of the items are misplaced... and it's just a lot to learn, when you have to meander around all these different screens to find what you're looking for, and the customer in front of you is going down their list of 3 sandwiches all prepared differently, and 6 drinks and different too. 

BUT!  Overall, I think that once I actually get into the swing of things, I'm gonna feel a lot better about it all.  It's really fast paced at times, and I love that part of it.  Time flies by, and hey, I get free coffee :)

Oh and guess what else?  She has an artist's paintings hanging on the walls, and she said I can bring in my paintings and hang them up to sell them.  CHYEAHHH!