mmmmm, hot fudge

Apparently, four days of cashier training means about 2 hours of instruction and shadowing, then three and a half days of doing it on my own, learning on the fly. It's fun, but pretty stressful. I'm trusting it will get better, but at least it's always interesting. I had a guy come through today with nothing but 15 sticks of deoderant. I wanted to ask so badly, but I didn't.
I just cleaned out an old jar of hot fudge. With a spoon, it was sort of my dinner, along with a tall glass of Gatorade. Strange things happen to you after you close at Target.....
Current Desktop Image: well, Deborah's changed hers to some sort of coffee motif. Which is a joke, because she hates coffee. As do I, for the record.
Biggest desire at this moment: wow, I could do with a solid back massage. Being on your feet for 6 straight hours with bending over and lifting and things is rough on the back

I have a history of taking off my shirt

Running errands today! Orientation yesterday was uneventful, but I think Target will be good. I get to work sales floor and cashier, and I learned what to do if someone gets hurt or I get robbed while on the job. Exciting! Kinda.
I'm babbling, so I'ma leave. This is a boring post. I wish I was cool and had good stories to tell. I could follow up Steph's post of a few days ago and say I scored a 64 and a 74 in bowling last night, and only fell once. Woot. I'm really disappointed in this. Whoever can liven this post up with a great comment will be my friend forever. And win a Dodge Viper.
Current desktop image: Well, mine's still President Zylstra in a leisure suit, so I'll make something up: a kiwi. Those things are cute!
Biggest desire at this moment: hmmm, maybe a cell phone. Or a chalupa. I'll go for the chalupa.

other bogs, eh?

I'm back, for a while, at least. Where did I leave off? Ah yes. Jury duty was, for those of you who were interested, a very enlightening experience. I learned a TON about the legal system, human nature, bus schedules, methamphetamine, getting on and off elevators, the virtues of good walking shoes, and jalapeno cream cheese. This guy owned what was obviously a drug house, and the back bedroom had a reinforced door on it, behind which it was obvious that someone, possibly the owner, was selling meth. We pinned him on reinforcement of a building to prevent police entry and possession of drug paraphernelia, but were split on whether or not the State had shown he was the one selling the 137 grams (usable amount 5 MILLIGRAMS) out of the back bedroom. And no, I don't know what his sentence was, they excused us before that was given.
I will, Lord willing, begin working at Target within a week. I finally got in touch with someone. I also will be house/dog-sitting this weekend, and dog sitting again the week after next, so I'm looking to come into over $200 for not much effort. Would that this sort of revenue was available all summer. But I am looking forward to what I consider my first real job. I think it will be a chance for me to learn a ton.
I ate lunch at Viva today. To some of you, that means nothing, but to me, it sure meant a lot. Oh Viva....open 24 hours and always so tasty. And yet so shady.
Current desktop image: Mine's still Prez Z. Deborah's is currently a nice, foresty path thing that makes me wish to go hiking
Biggest desire at this moment: a hot bod. I'm feeling kind of shallow tonight. I promise I'll get over it and love myself again in the morning. :)

Rattlesnakes and Jalapenos

I am home, for those of you who were wondering. I have been since Thursday, but the 56K is enough of a pain that I don't really feel like getting online too often. I promise not to leave entirely, though. So rest assured.
Tomorrow I find out from Target if I have a job. If I do, I hopefully start work VERY soon. If I don't............I have to find some sort of job yet. Tuesday I get to go to jury duty. I'm incredibly freaked out. I have to go downtown, alone, on a BUS, and I have no idea what to do when I find the county courthouse. Yeah, freaked out. Maybe someone will kidnap me before I get downtown and will put me out of my misery. Not that I'm reluctant to serve my citizen's duty on a jury, I'm just afraid of bus-people. And I highly doubt they're going to choose a 20 year old Christian female to serve on a jury. Maybe I'm wrong. But I don't think so.
So yeah, today was Mother's Day. I hope you all did something thoughtful and heartfelt. Otherwise, we can't talk anymore.
Current Desktop Image: Prez Z, 25 years ago. He seriously looks Hispanic. Cracks me up.
Biggest Desire at this Moment: DSL, or any other sort of broadband connection.

Rats

Shoot. It's finals week, and I've forgotten how to be a good student. So instead I muddle around my room and avoid studying instead of focusing and concentrating what I've learned all semester. What an exemplary scholar of education I'm shaping up to be. Tomorrow it's political studies (no biggie, I hope) and ancient history (on Rome and Christianity, I should do pretty well). Wednesday is the killer, with Genetics (my only cumulative final, and the hardest subject anyways) followed by Human Anatomy and Physiology (on the reproductive system, urinary system, and embryonic development - what a winner!). Thursday I hope I can hang around menally long enough to get through my Educational Psychology (a solid hour of multiple choice) before heading out to Omaha and back home. "OooooOOOOOhh, freedom. Freedom's washin' over me, mah Lord..."
Since this question really essentially got ignored on the Xanga, I'll give it a try here, although the general responses on this one can be so sarcastic that I'm a bit shy. But anyways, are you fo' real? I'm working on it, but I'm far from totally fo' real. What say you?
Current desktop image: Bono's sunglasses, for sale on Ebay right now. Too bad I can't wear shades without looking rather stupid. I think the years of bad eyewear in my childhood did me in for the remainder of my life.
Biggest desire at this moment: that it would be Friday morning, and I was sleeping in, in my own bed, on my snowcone/penguin flannel sheets, with the sun filtering in through my blinds, and Foxy was sticking her wet nose in my ear to say hi