Sometimes I feel like a lazy pile of poop.
At times sitting in my apartment watching some mindless show on Hulu, I think to myself that I could be out and about doing something.
I have no idea.
Just something though.
I feel like I’m not busy enough.
I work Monday through Friday 8 to 4:30.
Babysit Tuesday and Thursday nights from 9pm to 2am.
And volunteer Thursdays 5:30 to 7:30.
And it just seems like it’s not enough.
I think it’s because I’m restless.
There is absolutely nothing to do in this town except eat.
Or go to a movie.
I enjoy food, but jeepers.
With over 50 restaurants to choose from in one itty bitty town it’s enough to drive a non-decision person batty.
I hate choosing where to eat.
Being a Celiac kind of limits me so I would rather the other person pick what they want and then I will adapt.
Sometimes this means a lot of salads.
I may turn into a rabbit in the near future.
A couple of months ago me and the BF had seen every single movie in the local theater.
And I love movies.
But sometimes too much is too much.
I want to volunteer more.
I want to move to a different city.
I want to be in the career of my choice.
Volunteering in this town is like pulling teeth.
No one wants to call you back.
Everyone’s too busy to meet with you.
Yadda Yadda Yadda.
Must not really need help if you’re too “busy” to read through my application.
Thank God Anna Marie’s took the time and actually liked me enough to take me on.
Now I just have to get the VA and the Minnesota Center of Sexual Health on board the Delightfulness Express.
Or if I could just make enough monies to be able to move to a new city, I’d be jumping out of my undies ecstatic.
What city would I like to move to?
I visited there a couple of years ago to visit my bestest friend and fell in love.
I loved the dynamic of the city.
The way it felt.
The creative atmosphere.
And how everyone and their grandma had a dog.
(I really want a puppy…The Cat From Hell isn’t doin it for me-She’s Evil.)
I mean these people love their dogs so much that this one lady I met bought her dog fake doggy balls because she “felt bad that she took away his manhood.”
My kind of people.
Or maybe if I was in my career of choice I’d be happy to stay in one place.
I am not.
Applying for grad school next fall.
But that’s a whole year away.
And then it’s two years more.
Then finally hopefully I’ll be ready to go.
It’s been a long road already.
Thought I had things figured out in college.
Spent 3 years completing an English degree.
Yeah…didn’t really think that one through.
Can’t really do much with an English degree unless you double major in Education.
Or take an internship.
Or have experience in marketing, copy writing, copy editing, newspapers, publishing…etc.
Just a few blips here and there.
I liked mainly poetry and literature.
I’m such a sap.
A sap without a brain.
Should be dating the Scarecrow.
But I guess I didn’t really figure out that social work was where I wanted to go until I started volunteering at Anna Marie’s…
Which was after I was out of college.
I guess these sorts of things take time.
And I’m damn impatient.
I lost that virtue when I was a little girl.
I wanted my nooki now.
I wanted to be at G’ma’s now.
I wanted my bedtime story now.
Waiting was not for me.
I’ve been trying to think of new things to do to keep myself interested/interesting.
Buuut I’ve pretty much exhausted my possibilities.
In the mean time…
I just hope no one puts me in a bag, lights me on fire and sets me on a doorstep.