Silence No More

Hello out there!  I’m officially breaking my radio silence with a post about my FUTURE!

That’s news.

This past week has been a whirlwind: I helped my boyfriend move down to Denver, which equaled many lo-o-o-ong hours in a U-Haul, towing his car through eastern Montana, Wyoming, and northern Colorado. All of these states are gorgeous right now thanks to copious amounts of rain (which I really am not a huge fan of, but yum, green) but Wyoming…it’s a tad endless, I’m not gonna lie.

Anyway, after fruitlessly apartment-hunting (I’ve learned that I’m a perfectionist…who knew?) for several days we hopped on a plane for Portland, the coast, a quick family visit, Seattle, and the U2 concert. Most of this was unplanned when we landed in Portland, after a layover in Phoenix (why go south??? A mystery) but it was a fun, if exhausting weekend!

Now I’m back at work, still fairly tired and wondering when I’m going to learn to take a relaxing vacation.

Well, clearly, relaxing is too boring for me, because, folks, while in Denver…I did, in fact, get a JOB!!!!!

So, starting in August, this will be my new view:

Ok…maybe not, but I can dream ;).

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If Wishes Were Horses…

I’d have a rodeo (or a lot of dog food, as one of my friends helpfully pointed out).

But, first things first, I officially have a job (!!) although it’s only temporary, somewhat miserable, slightly humiliating, and a little depressing. I’m a dietary aide at a local nursing home (thanks to my mother, who’s been an RN and administrator there for 20 years–nepotism really does seem to make the world go round, even for a job like this) but at least it’s a source of income, and hey, gives me something to write about, for all you l-u-c-k-y readers of mine.

NOW back to the important news of the week: The Royal Wedding!

I was obsessed with the royal wedding coverage, obsessed with the story, dismissing all critics and “who cares?” or “she’s just a social social-climber” or any of that such nonsense (I’m clearly neutral on this matter).

I loved every moment of it (except for the excessive formality, but it is a royal wedding in Britain, after all) and teared up every five seconds. I obsessively searched for tidbits of news on the internet, as well as the latest photos. I watched my favorite bits several times throughout the day (it was on all day where I work, in my partial defense) and discussed it at length with anyone willing.

Perhaps this makes me a bit of a romantic fool (okay, I admit it, there’s no “a bit” in that sentence–my boyfriend claims I’m romantic due to the fact that I was raised on Disney movies, and my sister did say the royal wedding was like a “Disney movie come to life”) but part of the reason I loved it was the sheer happiness of the occasion.

In a year of devastating catastrophes, like tsunamis and tornadoes, civil wars and violent protests, and a lifetime (for all of us) often filled with heartbreak, loss, terrible miseries and the occasional harsh realities, a giant event that inspires the world to unite, and has even the generally scandal-hungry media raving about the love and beauty, well that is an event that I am going to watch.

Even though it did mean I had to wake up at 4 a.m., but hey, I had to get up at 4:30 for work, anyway, so what’s an extra half an hour? (Yes, I now work that early occasionally, and in the past 3 days I’ve worked 30 hours. A rude awakening indeed!)

I now work at a nursing home, giving me a glimpse into the way many of our lives may actually end up. There are many sweet, fairly lucid residents, but also many who can’t feed themselves much less walk. One particular case breaks my heart: every day at lunch, a resident is joined by her husband. He can still get around by himself, but could no longer take care of her on this own. But, every day without fail, he comes in to help feed her, and interact with the other residents. It’s sad, sweet, and humbling.

So, a wedding like this is just what I, and I suspect the other 2 billion watchers (and pretty much everybody else, if you ask me) needed. A reminder that life, no matter how short, no matter where you end up, is full of wonderful, fun, beautiful, happy things as well.

Sure, maybe while I was asking (yelling–it is a nursing home) if the residents in the dining room wanted cranberry or grape, dessert or fruit, I made several wishes that I was the woman, on the flat screen behind me, about to become a duchess, glowing through her fancy veil at the world, marrying her handsome prince. However, I also take hope in the fact that at 23, my life is, hopefully, just hittin’ it’s stride. After all, this said duchess is 29! A lot can happen in six (okay, five-and-a-half…I guess the lying about my age has officially begun) years!

Not that I’m in any rush: my weekend plans are super exciting. They involve sleep, leftover Easter candy, and my Neti pot. (Yes, the week I get a job is also the week I get a nasty cold, even though I haven’t been sick for a day since my search for a job started…go figure).

For now, here’s to happy endings, beginnings, and everything in between!

Your Career Assessment Said What?

Yesterday, in a fit of desperation (so many choices) I decided to hit up the internet in search of a career assessment or two.

I found a plethora of sites promising to point one in the right direction of SUCCESS!, but unfortunately, several of them refused to give the results of the 100-question test without a credit card number (not that they would find anything on mine, nonetheless) but a few did give me a solid response. I have no idea how scientific these were, but while my favorite results included “singer, dancer, artist, journalist, writer” I had two different careers that were highlighted in all four of the sites I visited.

Because I bet you can never guess, here they are:

A clergy member.

AAAAAND…

A genetic counselor. (I had to look that one up).

Sadly, neither of these careers are anything I had ever imagined doing. Um, a member of the clergy? Although I’m sure this encompasses much more, the only image I’m getting is me, fully enrobed, hanging out in the confessional listening to my flock.

Upon reflection, I am often entreated for advice from many of my friends, but this generally does not include asking for forgiveness from He (nor is it about dealing with any genetic diseases they might be carrying, which is primarily what a genetic counselor does, fyi) but more along the lines of  “oh-my-God-what-did-I-do-what-now?”

As mentioned, the scientificity of said assessments is questionable. But just in case, I’m going to go read the Bible and research genetic diseases.

Hey, you never know.

The Mundane

My quest for the joy in the little things, the gold in the mundane has relentlessly continued.

It makes it a little harder when the writer of one of my favorite blogs is off to France for a year; my brother is passing through town en route to Petersburg, Alaska (and fighting off the offers from various grad schools on the way), my sister is happily planning physical therapy school visits, and my boyfriend is getting flown down to Denver for his dream-job interview (did I mention that on occasion I do wish I was an engineer?).

But hey, I’m not complaining. At least on my many interviews I always charm the pants off of my interviewers…despite the fact that on the last one, they decided I would be a better fit as a dishwasher than a barista as I had originally applied for. Both jobs are a more of the I’m-still-a-student than recent-college-graduate bent, but apparently I’m taking what I can get (except I really don’t think I can be a dishwasher).

Don’t you all feel better about your prospects in life now? 🙂

Well, I can’t let it get me down. I am one of the few in the world to even have a college degree, and I’m one of the few to be able to travel as much as I have. Add that to my general fabulousness and I’m pretty freakin’ lucky.

How’s that for finding the gold in the mundane?