Aaah, yeah....

September 2, 2009!

I got back from my SEN/SUN-sational trip to Cali yesterday circa 2 am. I hadn't worked in DAYS. I'm not a lazy person-I have two jobs and though I complain, I do it with flair. But I needed a BREAK. So, in order for me to hit up the left coast to visit my best friend, Ca$h Bird, and westside crew, I had to borrow 28 hours of vacation time. Also known as, I borrowed 4 days of vacation that I didn't have plus took off another day off with the few hours of vaca time that I actually did have. So, I get back yesterday. I could technically have worked considering I got back in the way early am. But instead, I decided to call out. The thought of going back THERE causes me high level of anxieties and I am not into it. I honestly always thought I ENJOYED working but during vacation, I came to the conclusion that I cannot picture myself working...at all...

Ugh.

In my defense however, I was quite tired from the hellish plane ride, change of time and having a solo dance party to Pitbull's ever catchy (and terrible) "Hotel Room Service" when I got home instead of going to bed.

Anyway, day off=success. Really a good time. I'm telling you, not working is definitely the way to go. My amigo Charlie and I rendezvoused without purpose all over NYC per usual, took in the super amazing "Inglorious Basterds" and went to hip hop you don't stop (dance class=0bsessed) and then walked home from dance because really, what's another 4 miles?! Ridiculous. After the walk we decided to hit up the local grocery shop where I purchased my weekly goods circa 12 am. Nuts.

Didn't really sleep too soundly. Working out late equals drinking liquids late which equals me peeing nonstop. At one point I got up and spied a huge-ass centipede gracing my walls. I killed that mother fucker so quick it is seriously unbelievable. Last year it would have taken me literally hours to kill it. I'd spray and freak out and then spray and then freak out and then spray and then feel sick inside, etc. This year, not so much. My killing skills have improved drastically. So good! I got up in the middle of the night and with one fatal SHWOOOP of my winter boots=DEAD. Score! So proud.

After the killing, I checked on my the status of my dying Ipod. Water damage, so lame. Especially considering I had just bought the most adorable Ipod case ever and they stopped selling the Nano 3rd Generation, totally lame. I bought the 4th Generation yesterday because I know that without my music I will seriously put a stye in someone's eye. Still, I had hope for my old guy...Plus, I really wanted to return the new one so as to save some dough. Eh, c'est la vie. Whoa, off subject shocker....

I pep talked myself all the way to work. My could-care-less attitude that stems from just being on vacation and also, really not caring, helped me bear the heat semi-well. My super religious (think: cult!) co-worker and I get to chatting. I tell her how I just got into grad school for counseling but I'm not sure what it is I exactly want to do anymore.

The conversation goes down as followed:

Me: I got into Fordham for counseling but I'm not really sure what I want to do anymore. I sort of want to interior decorate, have my own variety show, teach and event plan. Maybe I should just waitress full time? Ah, I don't know...

SRC: Have you ever wondered why you have so many questions?

Me: Well, I'm very indecisive.

SRC: But will you ever be satisfied, happy?!

Me: I am happy! I am always happy. I just have a lot of random interests. I'm a Gemini afterall.

SRC: You're obviously missing something or else you wouldn't have so many questions. I used to be like you until I found the way.

Me: I'm good, seriously.

SRC: Do you ever think about why we are here on Earth?

Me: Uuugh...

SRC: I'll have to bring you one Saturday (*referencing her church in NEW JERSEY), but only when you're ready. It may not be time for you yet, but don't worry, it'll always be there. One day, one day.

Me: I'm not so sure about that.

SRC: What do you have to lose?

Me: I'm very happy and content with my life. I'm not interested!!!!!

*CHANGE THE SUBJECT*

That whole scene actually went on for a bit longer but I can't remember EVERYTHING. A few moments later I talked about how I love doing crafts with the students especially around the holidays and she said that she is not into the holidays, that's all up to me. Of course she isn't. Also, a few weeks ago, I asked her on a Monday how her weekend was. She lit up, talked about her Saturday aka religious gathering all day and then how she preached on the streets Sunday..."So many people are living lies," she said. "Oh, um, not you though. I don't mean you."

Later on today...I'm at work and one of the school safety shows my co-worker and I an image on her phone of a dog dogging (if you catch my drift...sick) a woman, totally disturbing and I'm so not into this. I'm thinking that it's one of those digital doings but she goes off talking about how women (especially white women in Manhattan) are into crazy shit involving dogs. "Don't you see how all those women have big dogs, no men?!" And then she proceeds to tell me that a woman in Manhattan had been impregnated by a dog some 20 years ago.

Just another day.