Lulu’s blog

So since I graduated in August, I have been looking for a job.  Sometime in late September, early October, I realized that this would have to most likely be in retail since I only really wanted to do 3 sorts of jobs.  1.)Something related to psychology (which is hard to find with a B.A. only) 2.)something related to the government (but there's not really a lot of entry level in that) 3.) retail (where I've spent the last six years of my life really)

So there is a Nordstrom opening soon in the mall that is closest to me (again I think that mall holds the story of my life in a strange way) and so I applied, because really, it's Nordstrom, when they started hiring.  They called me in for an interview.  It went well.  And then they never called back.  OOOkay.  I called them.  No answer.

So fine, I let it go.  Applied to Apple.  Got an offer, but not really for what I wanted.  I interviewed with Abercrombie, but that didn't work out.  So then I was like goodness, I've six years of retail and it doesn't do me any good?  I'd applied recently to T-mobile and Sprint.  Haven't heard from them.  In the meanwhile, Nordstrom is still advertising with huge billboards that they are hiring.  So I applied again last week.  On Monday they called, set up another interview for Friday.  Went to the interview yesterday, hit it off great with the manager in charge of the department I was applying to and today she called me at work to offer the job.  Haha.  I'm ecstatic. 

I'm actually quite happy with retail.  I realized when I worked in an office that it simply made me sick.  I hated not interacting with people face to face.  I hated not being able to get things done during the week (especially if I had no vacation time)  I like being in the know about fashion and retail.  I am not the most fashionable person, but I have my own defined style that's refined itself over the years.  So in short, I'm thrilled.

Plus, I'm part of the store opening crew and the one thing I learned in the GAP is that I LOVE LOVE new store openings.  There's always something exciting about building up the whole store from scratch.  Oh and did I mention the schedule?  Even for retail it is fantastic.  Tues thru Sat from 7 am to 4 pm.

Now I've just got to let my current job know that I'm out.

So I haven't posted in awhile, and I thought I'd post these thoughts here, because really, they are quite random and I've already posted them on myspace.  I do need to get back into blogging.

First, apparently in the last few months, I've actually gained 5 or 6 pounds and while I'd kind of noticed it subtly in the way my clothes fit, I didn't actually know it  until I had a doctor's visit.  I usually don't weigh myself, because, really what would be the point?

So anyways, I'm not complaining because I'd actually wanted to gain weight, but it brings me to the topic of men.  Over the last couple of weeks, I have had increasing number of men(boys?) say something  to the extent of, "DAMN BABY!  Can I take you to dinner????"  Actually, that's a direct quote this guy said to me the other day when he saw me.  So I was like, " err no,"  And he goes, "what time you get off work? I'll come back 'round."  Or better yet was the guy who's 13 years older than me and is like "can I have your number" and when I told him no, he's all like, "but WHHHHY?"  Because 13 years is just a tad too much of an age difference no matter how good you look. 

I dunno if it's just me, but really drunken pick up lines, or just plain horrible gawking is not really flattering, but more like frightening.  If I don't know you, don't come on to me.  If I'm drunk and you're drunk, well, that's a whole other ball game , but really, if you're hitting on me when I'm working, I'm only keeping the smile on my face because I'm waiting for my manager to come 'round and tell you to get lost.  But I guess part of the problem is that I work on South Beach, home of weirdos and losers.

Speaking of work,  I really wish customers would observe a few rules when they walk into a store.  First, I understand that you may not want my help, but please, please, try not to destroy the pile I just finished PERFECTLY FOLDING.

Second, yes we sell perfumes and colognes and lotions.  Please try the ones that say "TRY ME" and not the sealed ones for other customers to BUY.  And if you are so stupid as to skip over the one that says "Try me" and open up a new bottle, then please, don't be the same customer to complain that it's open and want another bottle.  Now you're just ruining my profit and inventory.  Yes, I'm giving you a dirty look.

So it's been awhile since I pretty much posted anywhere.  I'd kind of run out of words.  Which is impossible, yes, I know, but there isn't any real way to put into words my life.  Even though it was an extremely painful experience, I'm actually glad I have cut certain people out of my life.  Well, most nights anyway.  There's a certain bitterness to my experiences still, but they have made me stronger and they have forced me to look at myself and try harder at accepting who I am.  There's no one special in my life and for once, I'm actually sort of okay with that.  It's strange, I know, when I have spent my whole life complaining that I want the picture perfect life and the whole white picket fence dream, but now is when I start to realize that I'd probably be so extraordinarily bored by it all.  I'm tired of sacrificing myself and settling and not listening to that voice in my head (and the voices of good friends) that says stop, turn around and walk away from this person. Now I want to focus on not settling, on dealing on my terms instead of selling my soul to the devil.  I know I can survive alone and I'd rather be alone than be at the mercy of someone else, but it's been a long hard road to realizing that.

I have finally finished my undergraduate career, and while I wish I'd had more opportunities in undergrad to do research or take the classes I wanted, I'm happy just to have my degree, even if it does feel like the new high school diploma.  Now I am job hunting and we shall see what comes of it.  Evantually, grad school will happen, but I don't know when.  Sometimes, I'm not even sure I care.

Did I ever mention that guys are jerks?  Indescribable jerks? Like absolute stupid idiot jerks?  And that I am incredibly horrible at leaving well enough alone?

On Friday and Saturday I volunteered to help with the booth the choir at chuch is sponsering for our annual Mardi Gras Festival.  I am the 2nd youngest member of the choir, but the youngest working in our booth which is a mixed drinks booth. Of course this means I'm getting hit on and the inevitable question comes up.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Which of course, I always reply with a "no" and then then next inevitable question comes up, "Well why don't you have a boyfriend?"

Well, hell if I knew then I probably wouldn't be single, now would I?  I hate that question.  It's like when I went to my brother's wedding and the question was always, "When are you getting married?" and the way things are going in my life my answer to that is NEVER.

And of course, we could play the blame game and I would certainly start with my parents who are still liable to shoot any man that dareth look at me, which is why I never tell my dad about any men in my life.  You know most parents would be trying to hook me up at my age but my parents are the opposite.

But the point remains, I really don't know why I don't have a boyfriend.  Maybe I'm too picky or just always falling for the wrong type, but the men I like never like me and the ones who do like me are usually all TOO OLD.

Grr, I say.  GRRRR.

What character in a book can you connect with or relate to the most? 
Submitted by Eating A Book.

This is a funny question, because I relate strongly to Ginny Weasley from the Harry Potter series.  Not because I have red hair or anything like that but simply because she is a vivacious character we don't get to see a lot, and most importantly, it took Harry years to simply see her.  I feel like that sometimes.

Oh my goodness.  So the other night, I went out with my friends and were walking along the dock in The Waterways, and we ended up hanging out with some guys who were a little strange and a little drunk.  So one of the guys asked for my number and gave me his.  He seemed the least strange to me.  Anyway, that was Saturday.

The next day on Sunday, I received 3 calls from him, 1 voicemail, and 1 text message from him.  That sooo irks me.  He seems so desperate! 

Plus he's already called me again today. 

I was going to call him after his first call and voicemail, but now I don't even wanna pick up the phone.

I got a position with my brother's company with a much higher salary than I'm getting now. 

I start in two weeks!  YES!!!

Other than that... still in pain.

Rain + Stairs + accident prone self = me falling down a flight of stairs.

I cannot sit.  I hurt.  A lot.

Tropical Storm Ernesto is a dud.  A big ugly dud.  It is totally a non-event.  I think I've seen worse thunderstorms.

I wonder if I still get paid though....