The Car...but ughhhh mostly, the woman who drives it.

So, my car, maybe because it was so tired of toting me around with so much negative or judgemental, or pessimistic energy, turned on its check engine light on the driveway. I am not sure exactly what is wrong, but I suspect nothing a little poetry, bottle of wine, and flowers cannot fix. Har har. Ok really, don't know.

But Gaela, how crazy cool was that to see eachother, and then hug in the middle of the street, super death defying! I should be asking you the same thing then, well, not exactly the same, how is your apartment doing? Pay no attention to where I blamed me for my car, toilets have no loyalty Gaela, none at all, you could sweet talk that thing into oblivion and no luck. Ok, enough of that =)

Agggh, moving next week, still going really crazy insane in my head as I think about all of the things I am about to get myself into again, marching band, the pop and lock team, karaoke...ok ha ha, ha ha ha. No not really, but a lot of new things again, and while it is all very exciting, I am hoping that my car will want to be my sidekick again soon. =)

I am getting a little bit burned out at work, I just feel like bringing a reclining chair and shooing customers away while I nap. I feel bad sometimes because I get ahead of the time, and do not devote my time there to them...I guess I just really get frustrated lately when I feel like they come in with a sense like I owe it to them to be there, and to listen to their problems, or that I owe it to them as a rep of the company to listen to complaints. ----Please keep in mind that there are some people that come in and are so great, and see it as a human interaction, not blonde robot to take in their orders and such...human interactionists-you rock.

Hmm, so apparently I had a little pent up anger about work. Huh, who knew. Ok, lovely to not just bury these things! Yes!

Gaela, Gaela, until I see you struttin down J street again... ;)

Kira