Today I received a fateful call that will change my life forever: I am now employed as a server at a local burger joint. This place is no McDonald’s either… consider it a glorified Steak ‘N Shake. The whole process was about as much as I expected… dress up, drop off application, wait anxiously for a call back, receive a call for an interview, do a little dance, dress up again (but never in the same outfit), show up 20 minutes early for the interview, smile through the answers you nail, smile even harder through the ones you don’t, wait even more anxiously for the final call, get the job, and then do a really big dance. I was not expecting to receive such good news today, and the timing couldn’t be more perfect (my training starts the weekend after my last day of summer classes!). I must admit, however, this list item gives me mixed feelings. In no time I’ll be rolling in the dough, yet I’ll be spending Friday nights rolling in the grease. I’m going to experience a new taste of independence, all while choking down a new set of rules. Although this accomplishment by no means marks the end of my childhood, it is a definite step towards being a “grown-up.” My only hope is that this is an experience that I can have fun with. Cheers to the future.
Love & Summer,
P.S. UPDATE: Although I contacted the winner of the GirlProps.com sunglasses giveaway, I did not receive a response within 72 hours. This means that I have picked another winner, who will be contacted first thing tomorrow via e-mail. Check your inbox tomorrow morning and good luck! Thanks again to all who entered!
It’s a classic, American, summertime activity… mowing the lawn. The sight, the sound, and most memorably, the smell, is like a wake-up call that everyone’s favorite season has officially arrived. This is something I’ve never done before, because my older brother was assigned to that duty many moons ago. Throughout the moves, I’ve always found one excuse or another to avoid even trying to attempt this seemingly normal thing to do. In order to master this feat, I decided to compromise. In this part of the country, just about everyone lives on a hill, or at least a slope of some sort; there was no way that I was going to mow 1/3 of an acre downhill (keeping in mind that we own a push-mower). Our front yard is a pretty modest size, and actually quite small compared to most. Most importantly, it’s level. When my dad announced that the yard could use a trim, I was on it. By 10:00 I was outside, ready to go. The whole yard took me about a half an hour, and my lines weren’t perfectly straight, but I’d say I did a pretty good job for a newbie. And at the risk of sounding conceited, I think I may qualify as the lawn mower whisperer. You see, our push mower is probably 20+ years old. Why it hasn’t been replaced is beyond me, other than the simple fact that it’s still in working order. Normally, it will take my brother and/or dad several shoulder-dislocating pulls on the start-up cord (please excuse my incorrect terminology) to get the thing started up. Guess how many pulls it took me the first time? One. All of these years I thought the lawn mower was on it’s last leg, and just begging to be revved up one more time, only to miraculously still have a little more moxie leftover for the next time. As it turns out, its just more fond of females. Overall, it was good exercise, and dare I say, fun. In fact, I may just start mowing the lawn more often… the front yard that is.
Love & Summer,