February 24, 2008 – 12:35 am
Your girl got a job. I’m moving to the city.
This whole job searching process wasn’t exactly the groove, so I’m definitely glad that it’s over. And, after all this I ended up getting two job offers within the same company. Two! Who would’ve thunk it.
I did accept their offer for a position as a Project Specialist and pretty soon I will be on my way to ATL.
I will say that I’m glad it turned out this way. They say everything happens for a reason, and I believe them. Being able to have these 2 months to rest and relax (read: sit on my ass) instead of jumping right into work is definitely what I needed. Plus, I’m working for whom I believe to be a great company, with great pay and great benefits.
I just hope corporate America is ready for me.
February 13, 2008 – 8:24 pm
I’m tired of living in the country.
I’m tired of stepping out my door and hearing cows and roosters.
I’m tired of getting stuck behind tractors on the road.
I’m tired of worrying that my house is going to be blown away during a big storm.
I’m tired of living in small town that revolves solely around the university and football.
I’m just tired.
I need to be in a city. A city with high-rise buildings. With clubs that stay open past 2 and aren’t filled with college students. I need to be in a city with options. More than one movie theatre. More than one bowling alley. More than one mall. I need to be in a city filled with diversity.
And if for no other reason, I need to move simply for the fact that my landlord is stalking me. Like for real, if I go missing, you know who to point the finger at.
February 8, 2008 – 3:23 am
I’ve been out of school for almost 2 months now, so my daily activity of doing absolutely nothing has given me a lot of time to ponder my years spent in college and what I learned over said years.
1. On-campus housing not only comes with free internet connection but it also comes with an endless supply of roaches. Now, I’ve always stayed off-campus (Thank you, Flip) so I was lucky enough to bypass this luxury, but I’ve known a many who did and while visiting them, I’ve on more than one occasion come face to face with one. Literally. They ain’t never scared.
2. Spending all day on the yard socializing instead of going to class can oftentimes lead to very unfortunate tan lines (and terrible grades). I learned this the hard way one summer after wearing a shirt with criss-cross straps that led to a very white, very noticeable X on my back for the rest of the summer. Let’s just say it severely cut down my clothing options for awhile after that.
3. Moving closer to a fight to get a better view will most likely get you hit in the head with a bottle. Now, you know you’ve done it too. You’re at a party, someone starts fighting and you just got to get closer to see what’s going on. It seems harmless until get you hit in the head with a stray bottle. Yeah… it happened to me.
Good thing I have a hard head.
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February 7, 2008 – 5:06 pm
February 3, 2008 – 2:42 pm
I don’t go out often, but it seems whenever I do something exciting, or in last nights case scary happens.
As my girls and I were trying to get into my car after leaving the club last night this black Escalade comes flying around the corner, jumps a couple of sidewalks and barriers almost hits a drive-through ATM, swerves and comes flying at us (the scary part) but at the last minute swerves again and jumps another barrier where ends up under this walkway in the parking deck and finally crashes.
It was so crazy to see this live and in person, I wish I could’ve videotaped it, because unless you were actually there seeing it for yourself you wouldn’t really believe it. The really crazy part was only a few minutes before the girl who was also in the car (and whose car it was) was driving but she switched places with the guy so he could drive. So, had she been driving all this wouldn’t have happened. The really messed up part was after it happened, he climbed out the window and just walked off. Walked. Didn’t run. Walked. It was like something straight out of a movie.
