I know I want a job that allows me to spend time with my family (provided I get married in the future) and one that is flexible. That's probably the most important thing to me. Well, that and a career that makes me happy and feel like I'm making a difference in the world. I would also like to make a decent income, that's a given. Since I love sports I could see myself working in athletic training, rehab, or even physical therapy. I also enjoy the outdoors and helping people, so maybe something along the lines of working at a camp or maybe dealing with troubled teens. I'll always have a soft spot for kids going down the wrong road since I was headed down the same path as many of them. I'd like to help them realize there's more to life. (And no, I don't want to teach. I couldn't handle that.) I also like the idea of marine biology or botany. I love the whole make-up of life thing and figuring out how it all works. I think it'd be cool to work in a lab testing medication and trying to find cures for diseases. Or working in a lab working with water and ecosystems. See what I mean? There's so much variety in what I'm interested in. How will I ever figure it out? Or, rather, when will God tell me what I'm supposed to do? Ya know, maybe He's told me before and I just wasn't listening. That's a possibility. Or, maybe, He's teaching my patience and to trust Him about my future. Either or, maybe I should relax and just... wait.
This morning I worked at the coffee house from 6:45 AM - 12:30 PM. It was an average Saturday to say the least. Made about 10 dollars in tips, so that's not too bad for only five hours. Every little bit counts. I have to work at Festival from 4:00 PM - 9:00 PM. I'm a little frustrated about that. When I first told them about my other job they told me they were willing to work around it, etc. So, I told my manager I'd work every other weekend. This is my fourth or fifth weekend in a row working. They only schedule me one day, but still. I wouldn't mind two in a row. But this is starting to bother me. I'm in college full time. I work 25-35 hours a week at the coffee house. I would like to relax some time. I know I should be grateful I even have a job, let alone two jobs that would hire me on full time, two jobs with nice benefits, flexibility, and so on. I want to be able to go out on a Saturday night, drive to visit my friends who live an hour away, or even just lay around in my pajamas for a whole day. But I can't do that. Welcome to adulthood, Leslie.
Tonight after work I'm meeting up with Melanie at Snap for a late night work out. I've been slacking. Ever since my Zumba session ended I've been Miss Lazy Bones. I have to get back into shape. I need to get my bike out also. Anyways, it'll be nice to go with her. It's always nicer when you have a work out buddy. Plus we'll have a lot to discuss and talk about.
Atlanta beat the Phillies yesterday. Today they're getting CRUSHED. I can't believe it. 10 to 2? That's ridiculous. Come on Atlanta, get it together. So, there's another mouse in my room. It's scary. They're getting smarter. I keep the mouse traps on paper plates (there are currently 6 of them in my bedroom) and the jerk goes onto the paper plate and goes to the bathroom. It's like he's saying, "ha ha. You can't get me." I hate mice. With a passion. It's so disturbing to hear them running around. Sometimes I think I hear a mouse running around the boxes under my bed but I don't know if that's paranoia or not. I hope he gets eaten by an owl, dirty little thing. Who knew such a tiny thing like a mouse could put so much fear into me? I don't mind bugs, bats, snakes, or rodents when they are outside. But when those things come into my room? It's pure chaos.
Well, I guess I better get ready for five hours of Purgatory. Why do they even need a self-check out person until 9?
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