A Picture Speaks A Thousand Words.



(I found this while trying to find a google photo to go with the search criteria: "Optomistic")

At first I glance I thought, that's a lame photo to represent what I'm feeling. But then I thought about it. I am feeling a bit optomistic lately, and this tree is growing ever-so optomistically on that dead end ledge. Perhaps this blooming plant DOES represent a bit of myself in it.

I've had an amazing week that's been getting better at every turn. Seriously, this feels out of character; being a glass-half-empty pessimist by nature. Being happy is somewhat of a distant memory back to the time I was little, singing Alanis Morisette, on a swing set, in the rain with my sisters, like singing was going out of style. Oh, man. Singing all the damn time. Now, I'm shy to sing in front of people. I miss how care-free I once was.

Anyway. About my week: Friday night I went drinking with my father-in-law and Dan. Then Saturday morning I worked, slightly hung over with mild dizziness and a headache. (A friend gave me two pills. I took them not knowing what the side effects of these things were. I just knew it would get rid of a headache. Turns out they were muscle relaxers. Oops.) I sobered up from the pills, or so I thought. Which brings us to Saturday night. After an amazing night at Side Pockets- a bar/pool hall, 3 Doubles of Jack n Coke, one Jagerbomb, and a couple puke sessions on my part... I wound up crashing at my girlfriend's house. Sunday I missed work because I was too busy sleeping away my memories of what happened the night before. :) *Oh, by the way.... I suffered some slight memory loss of the later events*

Which leads me to some really good advice. Make sure you don't take mystery pills. & definitely don't take them with alcohol. BUT, despite that bitter fact... I had a fun Sunday. My father-in-law invited Dan and I over for chili and cornbread (with real corn, again! yes! fantastic. I love the stuff). Which was nice of him to offer, because I guess it means he's warming up to me as much as I'm trying to warm up to him. Sad truths.

Okay, good news & better news. Good news: Today my manager came up to me and said to talk to her after work because she had something to tell me; a customer called and wanted to talk to a manager about me. The customer said that I was "awesome, really fast, and nice". Okay, that may not sound like much to you, but it felt good to me. Because I've had some people say the exact opposite. Just depends on the customer sometimes. Better news: I might be getting a new job. So, after Thanksgiving (Black Friday, shudder..... some people think sales. I think... torture). I have to work 9 hours on Black Friday. But who knows. This might be my last holiday working as a cashier. Maybe I will hold the ability to keep that in mind. :) Fingers Crossed. I'll get the final word on the job in the next few weeks.