A Little ♥ and Soul

Things are a'changin 'round these parts. First off, I'm finally moving out of my brother's house...thank cheesus! As much as I've loved hanging out with my nieces and nephew, I've got to say that the idea of having a REAL bed to sleep in makes me weep tears of joy. Okay, maybe not literally, but I seriously cannot wait to sleep in a real bed on Friday. Second, as some of you may - or may not - know, it's hard to get a job interview at BYU as a non-student worker or as someone who has never attended. I put in two applications for the bookstore on campus thinking that I'd get a rejection email. But I didn't. Yesterday, I had a short phone interview with a girl from the e-commerce department of the bookstore and she said that as soon as the HR department reviews my application, that they'll give me a call. I'm pretty hopeful. While the position isn't a permanent one, I'll be thankful for the extra money. If I get this job, I'll get...

Today marks my 5th shift here at work. I've been called in once and have had to come in early so another staff member could take a girl to the hospital for mild concussion. My experience so far has been pretty good. I haven't met a lot of the girls, but I'm feeling like that's a good thing. They should be asleep when I'm here. I'm figuring out, very quickly, that my shift doesn't require a whole lot from me. I have to check on the girls a minimum of 31 times during my shift and if they have to use the bathroom, I let them. But other than that, I pretty much sit around on Facebook or Tumblr or Blogger. I get to do whatever I want in between checks. If I had a job where I needed to actually do something, I think I'd enjoy the graveyard shift a lot more.  So, yeah...work is going well. I just wish that I had a an extra shift or two during the week so I don't have to stress out so much about money and how I'm going to be able to afford rent and ...

I found a job. A graveyard shift kind of job where I'll be babysitting teen-aged girls while they sleep and praying to God that they don't decide to run away while I'm there. These girls are there for court ordered rehab. You know...like drug rehab. I'm hoping, though, that my shift will be pretty smooth sailing considering they should be in bed and asleep by the time I arrive.  This should be interesting...

So, tomorrow I'm starting the Couch to 5k running program. I don't know if I'm crazy for wanting to be a runner - or at least be fit enough to be able to run. I guess that's my motivation: being fit enough to be able to run. You know, just in case there's a zombie apocalypse or something that requires running away from brain sucking creatures.  I hate running. In high school when we did the fitness testing, I dreaded going to school the day of the mile because I knew that I wouldn't do well. But now that I'm not being tested or measured against other kids. Now that I'm actually choosing to run, I'm hoping that I'll stick with the program. It's nine weeks and it's supposed to get you to the point where you could run a 5k - obviously. There's also a 10k version and a full on marathon version. I don't think I'd be motivated enough to run a full marathon, but a 5k and 10k would be something for me to shoot for.  What I lo...

So, I'm leaving for Shiprock, New Mexico in about 6 hours and 55 minutes. I just checked what the weather would be like when we arrive. Ninety two degrees...92! That's hot. Given the fact that Shiprock is not an especially tree-lined place, I may have to bring sunscreen. eesh... The last time I was in Shiprock was 8 years ago. My life wasn't as complicated back then and I was young. A mere 24-years old. Oh wow...I suddenly feel old.  Anyhow, I'm going with a friend who has to attend the funeral of a family member and I'm getting a little stir-crazy. So, I figured a short trip might bring me back some perspective and motivation to find a job. Going to the rez always does that for me. 

I've been in Utah for about a week and half now. I have this gut feeling that I need to call my dad to let him know I'm here. Considering I was going to stay with him. But things have changed. Apparently. Everything has. I wish I could say that I have a job right now, but I don't.  Although, I did have a job interview this afternoon. I have never, in my life,  have had a job interview on a Saturday afternoon. I don't really know how it went. There was a girl who was being interviewed right before I got there. Totally cute and peppy and I couldn't help but think, "She's totally going to get the job. Here I am, sitting in at a smoothie bar/sandwich shop, pretty much overqualified. But I need a job, so stay. Don't leave..." Yep, I had that conversation with myself about twice while I sat there waiting for her interview to finish. Apparently, she showed up half an hour early, thus, pushing my interview back about 15 minutes. It was annoy...

It's late and I should have been in bed like an hour ago considering I have to be awake, showered and dressed and out the door by 7:40 AM. But you know what, I'm not and I have a feeling that I'm going to regret this decision sometime around lunch time. ugh... Anyhow, in the few hours that I've been home, I've been thinking about what exactly I'm going to do when I move back to Utah. It's kind of scary to think about because my semi-solidified plans are not so solid anymore. Which brought me to think, why am I moving anyway? Why move when my boss likes me and I like my co-workers? Why move when I'm due for another raise in a month? Seriously, my thought process is enough to push me into a psychotic break. Okay, maybe not, but it just baffles me a little bit. I could have found roommates to replace the ones I was losing. I could have moved out into a cheaper place with new roommates. But when I told a few people that I was coming back a month ago, thi...