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My job
I started my job for the non-profit organization and after one day decided it wasn't something I wanted to do.  I also didn't like the fact my hourly pay could change every three months based on my work.  That isn't right.  So, I called Kohls back yesterday and I have an interview with them on Friday at 11am which I am really excited.  I would love to work for Kohls.

I am also really depressed.  Could be the lack of medicine or something else.  I honestly don't know.  I just know this isn't a safe spot for me to be in so I need to get out of this funk quickly.
 
 
   
 

What the Dealy, Yo?
At some point during the past year or so, I have lost all 3 of the sports bras I owned.  I am still unsure how this happened.  My FIRST thought  would be that they disappeared somehow during my move back to NY/dorm room ... but I didn't do that this year.  I came home in May of 2008, and I stayed in the same location, so they clearly did not get lost in the shuffle (I'm gonna go apply to be a detective after I finish writing this :)). They were also not in my mom's drawer, so either they combusted, the laundry monster ate them, or they're IN my drawer, and I'm blind.  Three crappy scenarios.

I went to Target today to remedy this, as it has not been fun running around camp without "support".

I found sports bras easily, and then started to browse regular bras.  I'm going to rant for a minute.  How come there are no cute bras for people bigger than a B cup?  What is the rationale behind that?  Why is the assumption, "oh, you've got boobs, you couldn't POSSIBLY want cute little polka dots or bright colors.  Oh no! You want beige. And white.  Lots of white".  GRANTED, 99.99% of the population is not going to get to see my bra, but that isn't the point.  Is there a shortage of appealing-looking fabric?  It's not just Target, either; even Victoria's Secret, the place my aunt refers to as "Bra Land", seems to think that once you hit a certain size, you instantly become bland.  What a strange assumption.

Did I really just bitch about lack of exciting bras?  Come on...you've come to count on me for incredibly VAPID posts, but this is officially my 'Paris Hilton' entry.  That level of worthlessness.

In other news ... job interview tomorrow (today) at 10am.  Why the hell am I still up and typing?  This is seriously stupid.
 
 
 

   
ohh, interviews and doubleshots
so monday night, josephine's back to help sub in for someone at another restaurant, and i ask her for any tips about this interview i'm having..for doing basically what she's done for the past several years: graphic design.  being that it was on craigslist for a major metropolitan area i wasn't quite sure what to expect, other than getting raped trying to find parking.  so next morning, i nuke some restaurant food for brunch as i try to think of answers to questions they might ask ("why do you want to work here," or "how much graphic design have you done?").

there is nothing quite as refreshing as drinking a doubleshot that expired december 14, 2004.  good thing it was a free sample, pasteurized, and in a can, right?  right, of course..so i
had my lucky interview outfit on (yellow/white pinstriped polo, khakis, black belt/shoes), following my directions and taking a wrong turn because in washington they apparently don't have the sense to put street signs on both side of an intersection, or at least have one of them viewable from a few lanes over, so i had to backtrack..but then pass the place because i have just enough change to park on the street for thirteen and a half minutes.

even with random bad traffic, i wind up being twenty minutes early, wandering around the floor looking for suite 600, when the only visible secretary sitting in front of some kind of fluorescent light wall flags me down asking if i'm looking for the ad agency. 
she calls debbie something as i wait, flipping through a magazine and what appears to be an architecture project..some other better-dressed guy (in a suit and tie with a messenger bag) has also gotten lost on this floor (thus clearly also here for the same thing), and as he takes a seat next to me on the couch i worry for a moment that it will be a group interview.  when she comes in and we shake hands, i don't follow her into the conference room, until she realizes i'm not behind her.  she then admits to having not even read any of these résumés, as i give her my name a second time.  we talk for maybe ten minutes, and i'm out of there, dawdling for a bit before heading back to the underground parking to pay some indian-sounding/looking guy $10 for my less than an hour.  he did manage to park it less than six inches from the wall and an electric box though, but the exit was also the same narrow entry.  no one had called to say what's up, so i just headed back on down 95..

i've come to terms with the fact that dc's a lot less interesting when you've been there before, despite passing the washington monument, the jefferson memorial, and being
closer to the pentagon than you've ever been before (and seeing the new memorial)..being a block and a half away from where we completed a studio project seventh semester, i somehow found myself unable to keep from picturing a movie scene happening though, like some building exploding before my eyes.  too many movies lately, i supppose..thank you, nicolas cage.
 
 
   
 

Blame. Again. Parents. Ugh.
I was just downstairs, listening to music on my Zune - when dad comes downstairs, looking for stuff. He's been feeling pretty pumped about this new job opportunity he got today, and he's scheduled to go for an interview soon. Good. Problem is that it's about a 45 minute drive from our city here.

Dad told me that if we were to move, that it wouldn't be during the school year - but in the summertime. Mom's been telling me we won't be moving no matter what, or, for that matter, having to switch schools. Needless to say, I got a bit upset. Dad left, and mom came down - asking me what was wrong. I told her nothing, as I typically do when I'm "in a mood". To which I started making my way upstairs, hearing "Right, you're grounded!"

I went to the living room, flopped down on the couch. Mom confronted dad for a bit, and dad came into the room - staring straight at me with a stern look - and my mother pulled him back into the room, telling him not to blame me for getting him in trouble thanks to his words he told me.

They were arguing, only it was very hushed. Whispers.
"Yes, and how much does it take for your daughter to upset her? THIS much!"

That was when mom came storming in the room, hovering over me.

"Are you done now? Will you quit crying over a worthless thing?"
"..."
"Dad's excited that he got this interview; and here you are, crying, because something isn't going your way. For once, can you stop acting like it's all about Emily?!"

I wanted to snap at her, and spit at her about how it's been all about my dad for the past half a year. That's all I ever about. Dad lost his job, dad's depressed... But I didn't.

"You two were arguing."
"Over what, Em? We wouldn't even have been arguing if you hadn't started up! You know what, if we do end up moving, you'll know the day the truck pulls up! We aren't going to tell you anything, anymore."

This is one of those times where I wish I didn't even have a family...
 
 
 

   
An interview with Rick Warren by Paul Bradshaw

An interview with Rick Warren by Paul Bradshaw

 Rick said:

"People ask me, “What is the purpose of life?” And I respond: “In a nutshell, life is preparation for eternity. We were made to last forever, and God wants us to be with Him in Heaven. One day my heart is going to stop, and that will be the end of my body– but not the end of me.

I may live 60 to 100 years on earth, but I am going to spend trillions of years in eternity. This is the warm-up act - the dress rehearsal.

We were made by God and for God, and until you figure that out, life isn’t going to make sense.

Life is a series of problems: Either you are in one now, you’re just coming out of one, or you’re getting ready to go into another one.

The reason for this is that God is more interested in your character than your comfort. God is more interested in making your life holy than He is in making your life happy. We can be reasonably happy here on earth, but that’s not the goal of life. The goal is to grow in character, in Christ likeness.

This past year has been the greatest year of my life but also the toughest, with my wife, Kay, getting cancer. I used to think that life was hills and valleys - you go through a dark time, then you go to the mountaintop, back and forth. I don’t believe that anymore. Rather than life being hills and valleys, I believe that it’s kind of like two rails on a railroad track, and at all times you have something good and something bad in your life. No matter how good things are in your life, there is always something bad that needs to be worked on. And no matter how bad things are in your life, there is always something good you can thank God for. You can focus on your purposes, or you can focus on your problems. If you focus on your problems, you’re going into self-centeredness, which is “My problem, my issues, my pain.”

But one of the easiest ways to get rid of pain is to get your focus off yourself and onto God and others.

We discovered quickly that in spite of the prayers of hundreds of thousands of people, God was not going to heal Kay or make it easy for her. It has been very difficult for her, and yet God has strengthened her character, given her a ministry of helping other people, given her a testimony, and drawn her closer to Him and to people. You have to learn to deal with both the good and the bad of life. Actually, sometimes learning to deal with the good is harder. For instance, this past year, all of a sudden, when the book sold 15 million copies, it made me instantly very wealthy. It also brought a lot of notoriety that I had never had to deal with before. I don’t think God gives you money or notoriety for your own ego or for you to live a life of ease.

So I began to ask God what He wanted me to do with this money, notoriety and influence. He gave me two different passages that helped me decide what to do, II Corinthians 9 and Psalm 72.

First, in spite of all the money coming in, we would not change our lifestyle one bit. We made no major purchases. Second, about midway through last year, I stopped taking a salary from the church. Third, we set up foundations to fund an initiative we call The Peace Plan to plant churches, equip leaders, assist the poor, care for the sick, and educate the next generation. Fourth, I added up all that the church had paid me in the 24 years since I started the church, and I gave it all back. It was liberating to be able to serve God for free.

We need to ask ourselves: Am I going to live for possessions? Popularity? Am I going to be driven by pressures? Guilt? Bitterness? Materialism? Or am I going to be driven by God’s purposes (for my life)? When I get up in the morning, I sit on the side of my bed and say, “God, if I don’t get anything else done today, I want to know You more and love You better.” God didn’t put me on earth just to fulfill a to-do list. He’s more interested in what I am than what I do. That’s why we’re called human beings, not human doings."

 

Happy moments, PRAISE GOD.

Difficult moments, SEEK GOD.

Quiet moments, WORSHIP GOD.

Painful moments, TRUST GOD.

Every moment, THANK GOD

 
 
   
 

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