I started a new job today. And, sure, I was only there for eight hours, but man – it was super awesome. It’s an industry that I have absolutely zero experience in, but I’m very, very excited to learn more about it. I’m pretty sure (like 99.7% sure) it’s the absolute most perfect fit for me, and I can’t wait to really find my groove.
Reasons why my new job is awesome (so far):
4 mile commute
I don’t have to be there until 9pm
There was cake the first day
I can wear jeans on Friday
The department was as excited for me to start as I was for me to start
I walked around downtown on my lunch break.
One of my favorite restaurants is within easy walking distance.
I really do want to tell you all about it, but I just want to be completely cautious with the whole situation. There’s lots of talk about Googling this and that, and the last thing I want is for someone to find out I’m blabbing all my new work’s business online somewhere. It’s bad enough that two dolla comes up as #7 when searching for my full name.
So far, I can tell you that today was the first day I’ve ever actually enjoyed training at a new job, even if the afternoon was spent doing industry research on our competitors, just to give me a better idea of what’s out there. I LIKED IT A LOT.
Jenni’s been talking about a Lowrider Parade that’s happening in St. Paul this weekend. Her fondness of cars is beginning to remind me of my little brother. When we were kids and stuck in the car on various long road trips, he’d have to talk my ear off about his car and truck magazines – how the paint job on this truck was stupid, or how the rims on some foreign sports car was way awesome. I usually replied with “I don’t care”, but that didn’t stop him from sharing his opinions on every single Mustang 5.0 with flames painted down the side that he saw. And in the early 90s, that was kind of a lot.
I’m kind of glad I moved away right around the time he graduated from college and moved back to our hometown so I didn’t have to see websites full of wheel and tire packages, especially considering how bored out of my skull I was with his black and white magazine pictures. Here’s the thing, though – a website like Wheelfire may have garnered more of my interest!
I just customized my car with 22″ inch rims, and even though buying a set of tires and wheels would cost more than what the Dead Hooker is actually worth, it’s fun to dream about my car looking like, well, the fanciest 2001 Ford Escape XLS in all of Minneapolis. While silver or chrome is more up my alley, I can’t help but think I’d be looking mighty awesome cruising down the streets in the summer with some gold plated wheels.
I gotta send this link to my little bro, so he can live the bad ass wheel dream with me. Or replace his collection of adult-themed entertainment with pictures of wheels… which sounds about right for him.
I had to watch American Idol tonight before I went to bed – mainly for curiosity, but also just in case one of my new co-workers wanted to talk about it. I didn’t want to be the new girl that was completely in the dark.
It was a weird format, compared to other years when the performers would sing two songs. This time, they let all five remaining wannabe-idols do their thing before going quickly down the line of three judges to hear their results. Paula was drunk and/or stupid, OR American Idol is completely rigged. I have yet to figure out which the case might be, but here’s what I’m basing my evidence on:
What the eff, Paula?
Regardless of whatever prompted the above situation, I swear to God I’m not watching it anymore if Brooke White doesn’t have the lowest number of votes after her craptacular performances tonight. I listened to maybe the first four bars of each song before I fast forwarded right to the end. I have no idea how I’d watch that damn show if it weren’t for the beauty that is my Tivo.
Now I have to go to bed angry about American Idol. There better be something good on TV that puts me to sleep quickly or I’m gonna be dragging as at the new (and permanent) gig.
If I turned the oven on more than once a week for reasons other than making frozen pizza or one of my cousin’s calzones, the first thing I’d do is make cupcakes. Jenni made some a week or so ago that were so awesome I almost died, and that was after she’d made some prior to that with FROSTING IN THE MIDDLE. I know. It blew my mind, too.
Know what else blows my mind? The individual cupcake holder. But considering one of the aforementioned desserts had mocha buttercream frosting with a cherry on top, these are vital in the successful transportation of fancy pants cupcakes! I know Gladware is absolutely sufficient for something like this, but now that I’m back at work, I totally want to make cupcakes from a box and bring one in something like this. I’ll make friends instantly if I bring my co-workers their own cupcakes; I’m sure of it.
The same website that has cupcake holders also has margarita glasses that hold 1/4 gallon of your favorite tequila-based drink. And I’m pretty sure there’s where I’m getting the next four years worth of gift ideas.
I'm Wendy. Hi there. I live in North Minneapolis and am originally from Missouri. By day, I work as a recruiter. At night, I hang out with my fiancé, our teenage son, a large boxer, a runt of a small dog and a surly tomcat that's currently sitting in the kitchen sink.