Happy New Year!
2013 went crazy fast.
At least that’s what it seems like now that 2014 is here.
I rang in the new year in my sleep.
I watched a clip of the new year in London, so I counted that and went to bed early.
I did work yesterday and I work today.
So, I’m justified in my granny-style ways.
When 2013 started, I was in law school.
The only thing that made me stay relatively sane was my friends.
So I decided to take my life back and leave law school come May.
Law school isn’t something I regret.
I really do not regret anything.
Good or bad or worse, everything in my life is there and has happened for a reason.
Each day makes up the person I am today.
In May, I moved into my grandmother’s house, helping her with various things that needed to be done that she shouldn’t be doing herself.
I say ‘shouldn’t’ because she would do them anyway.
Like move entire rooms of furniture around while I was out.
She’s resilient, that one.
I also “helped” with construction at my dad’s house.
I now know how to put up drywall, sand and paint it, and cut and lay tile floors.
Here’s hoping that I never need to put that knowledge to use again.
I also went to Denver, CO for a job prospect, and spent many days there with my brother and Zach at their new house.
And Micah, because he came to visit the same time I was there.
Mini APU reunion.
Learned how to brew beer. It’s too complicated for me.
Even the hard cider is too complicated for me.
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
I discovered running at that high altitude makes me dizzy.
But I had a great time there, even if I didn’t get the job.
In mid-September, I moved to North Carolina.
The last few months have gone crazy fast.
When I first got here, I got a part-time job at The Limited.
I needed some kind of income while I looked for a “real” job.
Not that retail isn’t real, but it’s not full time and not a career (for me anyway).
Then they made me a part-time manager for the holidays.
Then one day, on a day off, I went onto Monster.
And saw an admin job for a large company.
I didn’t expect anything of it.
Nothing ever comes from applying to jobs on Monster or Careerbuilder.
At least it never did for me.
You have to know someone to get a job these days.
Then, just 2 hours later, I got an invitation to interview.
Then I waited 11 days for the timeslots to show up.
I’d given up really.
Figured that job was a dud.
Then I got a timeslot.
Then they called to reschedule.
Then I went in, interviewed, the HR manager liked me.
Then, minutes after I’d gotten home, my phone rang.
They wanted me to come back for a second interview.
Two hours later.
I go in, I talk to the Admin Supervisor, and then…
they offer me the job.
Bing, Bang, Boom.
Full time job, just like that.
And then I started immediately.
Had to quit The Limited.
And they were not happy with me.
Mainly because it was a week before Christmas.
But it couldn’t be helped.
I couldn’t stay due to a conflict of interest.
I love my new job.
I work with HR things, and numbers, and I still get to move around.
I move around a lot.
I don’t think I sat down much at all leading up to Christmas.
It’s with a large retail company.
But I’m not working with customers.
I’m working with employees.
Which is so much better.
I love my office co-workers.
And they love me.
I mean, who wouldn’t?
I still work retail hours because there has to be an admin person there the entire time the store is open.
But that’s fine.
I like not working a monotonous 8-5 job everyday.
Working different times and days over the weeks keeps things lively.
So now I am looking forward to 2014 being a really great year.
I’ve started the paleo life.
So, nuts, berries, seeds, meat, other fruits and veggies.
No more carb counting in this house.
And no more processed foods.
Goodbye, Entenmann’s donuts.
Hello, chia and sunflower seeds in my banana-blueberry coconut milk smoothie.
Once I get some money saved up for a couple months, I’ll be looking for my own place.
It’s nice having my own chef (hehe, just kidding mom), but at 28, I need to be back on my own.
Or on my own with a roommate.
Maybe I’ll get a dog.
Or a cat.
Because as everyone likes to remind me, Quincy may have been a dog, but he acted like a cat.
So maybe I should stick to cats.
But I’m really more of a dog person.
I want another sheltie.
Or a corgi-sheltie mix.
Or an australian shepherd.
Preferably a dog I can run with.
Adopting though, because I don’t want to deal with the puppy years.
But I can’t really afford a dog with the student loan repayments that the law school gave me as a parting gift.
So maybe a roommate that already has a dog.
And now that I’m rambling on about dogs, I’ll end this here.
Happy New Year!