Today is my father's birthday.
We've opened presents already, ate cake last night right after my mom cooked it, and then we sat around the TV to watch football (which I hate), because my dad always likes to watch football on Sundays.
The thing is, he fell asleep on the couch. Then, my mom fell asleep on the chair. My sister is upstairs doing homework.
I can't help but feel that I'm responsible for making this day more entertaining. But I can't for the life of me come up with anything to do. My parents can be really boring, and they're fine with it...but just for today, I wish they had some drive to do something more fun, for my dad's sake. You know, to have a happy birthday instead of a day more boring than all the ordinary ones.
Hmm, we'll see where this evening leads, I guess. There's always dinnertime...maybe that will make up for some of it. I don't believe that anyone should have a less than fabulous birthday.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Dear God,
I'm having a little trouble being patient down here on Earth.
Choosing the right path and waiting until something comes along is difficult, especially when I'm not hearing back from anyone. But apparently, I'm still in the time frame where I need to wait for a response.
How do I know if I should jump at the first opportunities I get, or wait a little longer? Is it stupid to turn down an offer if it's a guarantee?
And how can I get them to see that I'm perfect for these opportunities? And that they're perfect for me?
Please help me. I can't do it without you.
Love,
Jennifer
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
!!!
Okay, so I got a call from a company asking me to consider working for them.
They're in North Carolina.
But they're going to look into possibly finding a place for me at their Roanoke office (if it exists...the rep wasn't sure, but I looked it up--it's there).
And I applied for another job that sounds reeeeeeally cool that is more local. Probably not nearly as much money as the first job, but it is more tailored to me and what I can do.
My head is spinning and I have no idea what to do yet...and of course, I haven't even been promised anything. Maybe there isn't an opening in Roanoke. Maybe the other company will never consider me. I don't know.
All I know is that I I've learned something:
Never give up, because the opportunities that aren't anywhere to be seen today can pop up out of nowhere tomorrow.
Fingers still crossed, and still praying.
They're in North Carolina.
But they're going to look into possibly finding a place for me at their Roanoke office (if it exists...the rep wasn't sure, but I looked it up--it's there).
And I applied for another job that sounds reeeeeeally cool that is more local. Probably not nearly as much money as the first job, but it is more tailored to me and what I can do.
My head is spinning and I have no idea what to do yet...and of course, I haven't even been promised anything. Maybe there isn't an opening in Roanoke. Maybe the other company will never consider me. I don't know.
All I know is that I I've learned something:
Never give up, because the opportunities that aren't anywhere to be seen today can pop up out of nowhere tomorrow.
Fingers still crossed, and still praying.
The sky's the same color, but I have an umbrella.
It's funny how every day has a way of surprising you. Regardless of how familiar each morning or afternoon seems, at least one thing is always different...and depending on how a chain of events fits together, reactions and moods can range from "I hate my life" to "It's okay, the muck doesn't matter because I have something else to be happy about."
Today is one of the latter for me. Well, it wasn't until about two hours ago. It was gray and rainy, as usual...and I had the usual feelings of wondering which way my life was going to turn. And then a tiny glimmer of "maybe this will work out" came my way, and even though I may not be any further than I was two weeks ago, I'm holding out hope that I'll be able to get out of here and start my life as an independent, productive member of society.
And it would be really, really, really nice to put a slight buffer between my parents and me. Just a thought. That I think about a lot.
Fingers crossed and hands folded in prayer. I need this.
Today is one of the latter for me. Well, it wasn't until about two hours ago. It was gray and rainy, as usual...and I had the usual feelings of wondering which way my life was going to turn. And then a tiny glimmer of "maybe this will work out" came my way, and even though I may not be any further than I was two weeks ago, I'm holding out hope that I'll be able to get out of here and start my life as an independent, productive member of society.
And it would be really, really, really nice to put a slight buffer between my parents and me. Just a thought. That I think about a lot.
Fingers crossed and hands folded in prayer. I need this.
Monday, November 16, 2009
So. Today.
[Big Sigh]
It was interesting. I spent my day searching yet again for employment, fiendishly checking [all of] my email [accounts] for responses, being told by my father that he doesn't want me to get a job because he wants me to stay here, and wondering how many weeks/months of rejection I'm in for. It's nerve-wracking.
I did turn down an impromptu request from my parents to go driving aimlessly around town, which was definitely a good decision considering it could in no way further my current predicament. Instead, I made close friends with every internet search, applied for another pertinent (but possibly outdated) job description, and prodded my boss (from my internship-turned-part-time-assistance-job) for any leads she might have. There are a few, but I don't know...we'll see if anything comes from it.
Back to the grind. Adios.
P.S. Wish me luck :-\
It was interesting. I spent my day searching yet again for employment, fiendishly checking [all of] my email [accounts] for responses, being told by my father that he doesn't want me to get a job because he wants me to stay here, and wondering how many weeks/months of rejection I'm in for. It's nerve-wracking.
I did turn down an impromptu request from my parents to go driving aimlessly around town, which was definitely a good decision considering it could in no way further my current predicament. Instead, I made close friends with every internet search, applied for another pertinent (but possibly outdated) job description, and prodded my boss (from my internship-turned-part-time-assistance-job) for any leads she might have. There are a few, but I don't know...we'll see if anything comes from it.
Back to the grind. Adios.
P.S. Wish me luck :-\
Thursday, November 12, 2009
One of those days
have you ever had a realization where you don't feel like everyone else sees you the way you see yourself?
it's hard to come to terms with, but no matter what you're aware of, there will always be a less than perfect impression of you out there. and the truth of the matter is, there are probably several.
i guess i've let it get me down today. but it'll be all right.
i know i'm more than meets the eye. and i guess at this point, that's really what i'm going to have to rely on.
it's hard to come to terms with, but no matter what you're aware of, there will always be a less than perfect impression of you out there. and the truth of the matter is, there are probably several.
i guess i've let it get me down today. but it'll be all right.
i know i'm more than meets the eye. and i guess at this point, that's really what i'm going to have to rely on.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Raining on [Wednesday]
It ticks just like a Timex
It never lets up on you
Who said life was easy
The job is never through
It'll run us 'til we're ragged
It'll harden our hearts
And love could use a day of rest
Before we both start falling apart
Today is one of those days where you wake up and it's hard to get out of bed.
Not because you're tired, or worried about something, or unmotivated--you know, all of the usual reasons that might tempt you to stay tucked in.
But because it's raining.
Waking up to be shadowed into your room by the clouds, lulled into your own lullaby with the sound of water washing against your windows. One of those moments where you know that no other moment today will be quite as nice.
Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
I've always had a soft spot for rainy days, but recently, not so much. Maybe because lately, rain always means cold. And oftentimes, rain means sadness. But today, rain means happy, and comfort, and quiet, and soothing. It seals you into your own world, keeping you away from all the craziness that usually bustles around outside your walls. It reminds you that there can still be peace in your life.
I hope you have a little of that in your day today.
It never lets up on you
Who said life was easy
The job is never through
It'll run us 'til we're ragged
It'll harden our hearts
And love could use a day of rest
Before we both start falling apart
Today is one of those days where you wake up and it's hard to get out of bed.
Not because you're tired, or worried about something, or unmotivated--you know, all of the usual reasons that might tempt you to stay tucked in.
But because it's raining.
Waking up to be shadowed into your room by the clouds, lulled into your own lullaby with the sound of water washing against your windows. One of those moments where you know that no other moment today will be quite as nice.
Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Stormin' like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
I've always had a soft spot for rainy days, but recently, not so much. Maybe because lately, rain always means cold. And oftentimes, rain means sadness. But today, rain means happy, and comfort, and quiet, and soothing. It seals you into your own world, keeping you away from all the craziness that usually bustles around outside your walls. It reminds you that there can still be peace in your life.
I hope you have a little of that in your day today.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
About the Name
So, I don't always post more than one entry on any given day, but since this blog is new and all, I felt that I owed it (and you) a little something extra. So, I'm going to talk briefly about why I chose the label, "A Myriad of Sorts" (for now, we'll call it "amos").
It's a short story, actually. Something that just floated to me, "amos" seemed familiar, because I feel like I have heard it tossed around many times, but I had never stopped to think about what it meant. After a little googling, I came up with the following:
myr·i·ad
Pronunciation: \ˈmir-ē-əd\
Function: noun
1. ten thousand
2. a great number (a myriad of ideas)
Okay. So, ten thousand of something, or just a lot. Seems pretty good, so far.
Now, "of sorts":
Adjective
1. (idiomatic) Resembling; similar to; in a way; partial or not entire; somewhat.
He wrote a polite retraction, as an apology of sorts for his harsh words.
Interesting. It seems as though I really like word pairings that aren't expected to go together. Ten thousand parts. Or somewhat a lot. That's kind of where this is going, I think. Actually, the match really isn't that odd, is it? Not if you look at it in the way of having many pieces. But if you start to roll in the other direction, saying that there's a lot of not really anything, you start getting into a tangle.
Maybe I just don't really understand it that well. But I think that's why I like it.
Hehe.
I suppose I'll go ponder this for a bit. I may never completely get it, but that's really okay.
Photo: http://www.vintagegardens.com/images/Mini-Hiporama.jpg
It's a short story, actually. Something that just floated to me, "amos" seemed familiar, because I feel like I have heard it tossed around many times, but I had never stopped to think about what it meant. After a little googling, I came up with the following:
myr·i·ad
Pronunciation: \ˈmir-ē-əd\
Function: noun
1. ten thousand
2. a great number (a myriad of ideas)
Okay. So, ten thousand of something, or just a lot. Seems pretty good, so far.
Now, "of sorts":
Adjective
1. (idiomatic) Resembling; similar to; in a way; partial or not entire; somewhat.
He wrote a polite retraction, as an apology of sorts for his harsh words.
Interesting. It seems as though I really like word pairings that aren't expected to go together. Ten thousand parts. Or somewhat a lot. That's kind of where this is going, I think. Actually, the match really isn't that odd, is it? Not if you look at it in the way of having many pieces. But if you start to roll in the other direction, saying that there's a lot of not really anything, you start getting into a tangle.
Maybe I just don't really understand it that well. But I think that's why I like it.
Hehe.
I suppose I'll go ponder this for a bit. I may never completely get it, but that's really okay.
Photo: http://www.vintagegardens.com/images/Mini-Hiporama.jpg
Welcome.
I think that the third time's definitely a charm.
Besides, I was never really gone. Well, I was for a little while, but people didn't come back. So, I figured it was time to start anew. For myself and for everyone else.
For those of you who don't know, my name is Jennifer, and I like to write. About random things, in incomplete sentences, and all of that blended together and spun around on repeat. A lot of things I say are a bit scatterbrained, and a lot are surprisingly simple. I just like to have a place to record everything that's going on in my head. Plus, I like sharing with people in a nonchalant way.
So, here we go. Day #8,046 of my life. It's gonna be epic, even if it is already 4:13 p.m.
Sayonara.
Love, Jennifer
Besides, I was never really gone. Well, I was for a little while, but people didn't come back. So, I figured it was time to start anew. For myself and for everyone else.
For those of you who don't know, my name is Jennifer, and I like to write. About random things, in incomplete sentences, and all of that blended together and spun around on repeat. A lot of things I say are a bit scatterbrained, and a lot are surprisingly simple. I just like to have a place to record everything that's going on in my head. Plus, I like sharing with people in a nonchalant way.
So, here we go. Day #8,046 of my life. It's gonna be epic, even if it is already 4:13 p.m.
Sayonara.
Love, Jennifer
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