Three Months Later...

So, I'm home. Home from World Changers and all the other crazy business I've been getting into. I want to talk about something very specific today. Does anyone else in the world hate those plastic storage tubs? I hate them because I can be walking by one with a foot of distance between it and me and still scrape a layer of my leg skin off the side. GAHLY! I hate those things so much. And I am cursed with them for my life because I live with two people who can't seem to find the strength within themselves to throw crap away! No one needs a storage bin full of old jeans that he or she will never wear again!
Anyway, I hope to be blogging a little bit more frequent now that I'm home, so yay!

Hamsters in T-Shirts

So I am at training for World Changers this week. It is so good to be back with the people that share my passion. I love summer staff because it is a group of people who just really love to love each other.  Anywho, I was sitting at lunch with two very good friends who(m) I met last year just laughing and joking around. Of course our conversations ended up focused on a not so pleasant bodily function. Then SOMEHOW I started to share about how my sister and I used to put our hamster in our tucked in shirts and laugh as they ran around in circles...this is something I found out is not so common in most people's childhood...

Just Call Me MacGyver

So, I am a stinkin' genius...OK, not really, but sometimes I impress myself. Let me first star out by saying that I usually do not blog on Tuesdays, but yesterday I had a bunch to do and didn't have a chance to share this with you. I am actually in my Marketing class right now...I bet my teacher thinks I am totally typing her every word. Her last name is McNutt, so I think she likes me. Anyway, yesterday I went to sonic to get an ice-cold Dr. Pepper to go with my sandwich and homemade guacamole I brought for lunch that day...don't judge me, but I also ended up getting cheddar-peppers too...DANG! Well, I bought an episode of Family guy off of iTunes and thought it to be a great idea to watch it on my iPod while I ate. The only problem was that I couldn't hold it while I ate. God didn't bless me with enough hands for this... Automatically the MacGyver in me came out. I started to look around me for any kind of material that would allow me to mount my iPod on my steering wheel. Luckily I had a hairband and a screw driver. I took the hairband and strapped it to the steering wheel and used the screw driver as a pin to hold the iPod in place... A PERFECT mounting place for me to watch my favorite television shows from my iPod as I eat my lunch. I was so proud of myself.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

So, on my way to work today I was thinking to myself how I should handle today. Should I continue to hate the 45 minutes of lunch time spent with a new co-worker, or should I look at it as an opportunity to create an ally in the workplace? Well, a scone and three shots of espresso later, I concluded that I need to get over myself and deal with it. When I arrived at work, I was told that my co-worker/lunch partner has called in sick. Blessing from the Lord or deterrence from satan? Either way, I will be enjoying my chicken shawarma and side of hummus alone today. For the past seven Fridays (have I told you this?) I have been going to lunch at a Moroccan restaurant down the street from my dentist's office. I love this place because it is a converted 7-11 where my mom used to take me and my sisters to get a Slurpee after we got our teeth cleaned. Anyway, the restaurant is located a stone's throw away from the Irving Islamic Center, and Morocco being a mostly Muslim country, the place is owned and run by muslims. There is always a huge crowd of people there when I go in to order my food. I thought this weird since my lunch break is usually at two and the normal lunch rush is between 11:30 and 1:00. I asked my Muslim-smart friend, Hailee why this was. Apparently, they eat after their midday prayer and since their prayer times go with the sun, in the summer time, their midday prayer gets later and later...cool, yeah? OK, all that to say, I have made good friends with a waitress and a waiter there. They both know my order by heart and as soon as they see me come in, they put it in so the wait is not long. The waitress is so funny. She once told me that everything on the menu could be ordered to go, except the chef...I thought it was hilarious. I love this woman because even though she is very busy when I am there, she makes time to sit and talk to me. The waiter is probably 26 and has braces. He is so shy. I wonder why he chose to wait tables...? I am hopeful that one day I will get enough time with either of them to talk about Jesus. I know that the reason they are so kind to me is probably for the same reason...only reversed.

Well, today is a good day...bossman isn't here...which means I ---ooooh there's a cardinal out the window!!!

Smitten...Not the Good Kind

So, I think that the Lord is smiting me. So, I am smitten...? Is that how it works? Whatever, God is in a fight with me. My 30-45 minutes of alone time during lunch is all I have working against my brain frying while at work. I need those precious moments to relax and not have to talk to anyone. But with my awesome luck, the new lady has decided to ask to go with me to lunch everyday. Everyday. Did I mention that she wants to go to lunch with me everyday. Bless her heart (my dad says that if someone says that, they are basically justifying to themselves that whatever they say next (good or awful) is OK), she has no filter in her brain. She is on the company phone, talking to her doctor about how she doesn't understand why her feet are always swollen...because she already had her time of the month. Why can't you wait until a break time and go into the warehouse or your car to to talk to your doctor about things I don't want to know? For crying out loud. She also doesn't understand personal space. I feel like I am constantly having to back away from her...it makes me feel bad because I don't want her to think that I hate to be around her, it's just that I don't like her 3 inches from my face all the time.

One quick note. I have made it my mission to log the time it takes each day for the two girls who go ahead of me to go to lunch. Last week one of them (who writes up the time sheets and turns them into the check company) docked me for 50 minutes rather than just 30...which I was totally gone for 50. But her and her friend are always gone for an hour while Linda and I starve to death waiting for them to get back. An I am positive that they only knock themselves 30 minutes...I'm onto them like whit on rice.