Yea, it's been a while. If you read my last post (from 5 mins ago) you will see that I came back with a vengeance. I have nothing to prove, no one to impress and everything to say. I also might still have some anger issues towards a certain person. Bet'ya can't guess where they're from (if you read my last post you'll get it). Haha anyway...So I've been in Phoenix for exactly a week now. I can honestly say that I LOVE it (no go back and say it again in a sing-song voice)! It's sunshine and roses and butterflies on lillies and having your cake and eating it too. It's everything I thought it would be and more. Seriously, I've only been here a week. I need to make friends and get a job though. Two pretty important things. But I have an apartment and I just got myself a puppy friend. Well he's not really a puppy, but he might be. See, the Humane Society (where I RESCUED him from!!) said he's 2 yrs, 2 months old. Then today the Vet told me there's no way he's more than two years old and he knows this because "Jackson's teeth are impeccable". Did you get that? My dog's teeth are better than mine. Granted, I have 24 years on the animal but that's just not something you want to hear at 8:00 in the morning...after the dog shit in the waiting room. Yep.
Okay so where was I? I'm rambling...Oh the job! Yes, I need one. I've applied at countless places, online, on the phone, in person, everything. Finding a job is just as hard as having a job. Well not that having a job is hard but the first couple weeks at a new job is always a bit difficult. There's always the rules then the "rules". Those unspeakable invisible lines that no one crosses but when they do...boy do they hear about it. Proceed with caution!
I'm kinda hoping I get a job at one of the breweries I applied at. I'm sure there's at least one cool person there and there's beer. I mean c'mon...what's bad about that? Plus, the three I applied for are all in this great shopping center called Desert Ridge in Phoenix (I looked it up on Bing maps, it's seriously in the middle of a desert). G.W. Bush was there today...just sayin.
That brings me back to how beautiful Arizona is (the desert, not Bush). Everytime I drive on the freeway down to Scottsdale, I pass these gorgeous mountains with humongous houses on the top and the sun is reflecting off the windows and it's just so beautiful. I get a different feeling everytime I drive by. Sometimes is disbelief, sometimes it's total bliss and sometimes it's pure happiness. It's always a good feeling, so that's good.
I miss my friends and family back in MI and I hope they miss me. It's difficult because I'm starting over out here all alone and I still need them because I don't have much out here and they're still busy living their lives. They're working or going out or most of the time, when I want to talk, it's already late there and they're sleeping. Sometimes I get sad that I can't just get in my car and drive to my friend's house or over to my sister's place but I just have to force myself to think of something else.
And my car...there's another sore subject. I miss my little black go-kart more than anything. I'm sorry girls but my car is the fucking bomb and I want it back. This gas guzzling monster truck squeaks and bangs, and makes all kinds of loud noises I don't know how to handle. It scares me. I also get annoyed when I look into my rearview mirror and see a tire. Yes, a tire. It's weird and it gets me every time. I look back and "WTF IS THAT??" Oh, it's just a FUCKING TIRE. Yep. Sorry Steph :)
Oh and I said I was going to quit smoking when I got here...I haven't had one since last night and I think I may die. That's right. Die. From NOT having a cigarette. Chew on that non-smokers. I have an idea where all this rage is coming from...
**UPDATE: This was supposed to be published last night, but my stupid internet decided to crash as soon as I hit the "Publish" button. Go figure. Thank god it saved or I might not even have a computer anymore. It was pretty heartfelt.
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