My Windpipe is Ablaze!!

Fire!

Fire in my throat!!

It's on fire!

Seriously. My larynx is a flaming pillar of rage. It's angry.

Everything else is in fine condition. No runny nose, no phlegm. Not even a headache. Well, I did have a tiny headache yesterday, but I'm pretty sure that was due to lack of morning coffee. It has since passed.

I have to chuckle to myself, though. If I were still working at Disney, I'd be FREAKING OUT. Now, when my throat hurts, I say "Huh... my throat hurts. That kind of sucks" instead of "Oh my God! My livelihood completely depends on my voice and the ability to be loud and obnoxious with it!!" That's a delightful improvement on my life.

Granted, I work in customer service and do nothing but talk. I feel like I can lower my decibel, though, and cut it down to just the required amount of conversation. "Hi, you owe this much, peace out."

Right... like I could do that.

In other news, I'm going to Florida. Yes! I leave June 9th. Huzzah!! Now I've got to get a hold of a few people and set up a luncheon or two.

The beach!! Two nights at the beach! What a wondrous vacation it will be. Maybe I'll chat with a boy or two... *gasp!*

I'm still on the fence about working. It's probably not going to happen, let's be honest. The thought of the tunnels, and/or cosmo makes my skin crawl. Meh.

*shudder*

Leftover mexican food in the fridge! Gotta go.

I Know, I Know... You're Tired of Hearing About It.

I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying. I'm trying.

I don't know why I'm having such a hard time with this whole work thing. But I REALLY am trying. If I weren't, I would have quit already. (Oh... what an alluring idea)

I'm really, really trying...

I'm Going Out!

I am very excited about today's events. It's been a loooong time since I've had any legitimate plans. I guess Mother's Day I had plans. So nix that whole "no plans" statement. Oh! It's been an incredibly long time since I've done anything with my friends. That's better.

First of all, it's my day off. Thank the Gods! I'm thankful I have a job (tired of hearing me talk about this yet?) I really am; I'm just mentally exhausted. Employment takes a lot out of me and my psyche. Think think think. It's all I do. Think at work about what I'm doing, think about going to work when I'm at home. Blah!! Anywho, that is not the purpose of this blog entry...

As I was saying, it's my day off (thank the Gods again) and I have a nice little itinerary. I'm taking care of item number one as we speak: drink two cups of coffee. On work days (hiss) I try to only drink one, due to my marble sized bladder. Woah! TMI I know... But, today I'm drinking two full cups of coffee complete with Irish cream. (Relax! Not the fun kind.)

Next, as soon as Grandma gets home from "work" (oh... another story for another time) we're going to our local Nordstrom Rack for some shopping.

A. I know... I know... I'm going to work on my day off. Don't think the irony is lost on me.

B. I've been really good about not shopping there, even though I have a kick ass discount. I am really trying to be better with my moneys. Spending my moneys is my reward *cheesy grin*

So! After our little outing, I'll be returning home to ready myself of a night of culture, and I'm sure, thousands of laughs. Marcia, Lacie and I are going to the ballet! I'm so freaking excited!! I miss my girls so very, very much; and tonight is just what I need. Garrett is performing (as Cinderella's step sister, like I'm going to miss THAT) so there may be after the show festivities as well.

I know it doesn't sound like much. But, I'm pretty excited about my evening. I think I'll wear green eye shadow.

A Title? Um... Work and Bleh.

Alright. I've been at the new job now for almost two weeks. I still feel like a complete idiot. I hate not knowing how to do everything I need to do. I feel like every five minutes I'm asking someone for help. Bleh.

I must say, though, that our clothes are awesome. I highly recommend Nordstrom Rack for any and all of your apparel needs. Not just because I work there, but because we have great stuff, at unbelievable prices. Heh, maybe they should have hired me for the marketing department, instead of customer service.

Can I also express my extreme delight in "orientation" day? (Why am I asking?? This is MY blog! *shakes head*) I love being paid to sit there and listen. Learning about the company and how you're going "give me opportunities" is a fine way to bring home the bacon. I wish everyday could be like new hire orientation day...

I am having a problem with my clothes, though. The wearing of jeans is not allowed. Being as that's what I wear most, I'm presented with a dilemma. My pants/trousers/slacks are all quite old, and a bit small. Therefore, I've been challenged with looking good, and being comfortable at work. Day before yesterday, however, I got my first paycheck, and was able to pick up a new pair of pants, and some comfortable (yet freaking adorable) shoes. The weather is also warming up, so my skirts will be making they're debut shortly. Let the peasants rejoice!

Huzzah!

That's about all there is to report on the new employment. Although, I will repeat the bleh.

I would also like to add that tonight is the Project Runway season finale. I love that show with all my heart and will miss it dearly while it's away.

New Jobs and Thieving Moviemakers

First of all, I would like to begin with a proper rant.

Within the last two weeks I have seen the following movies:

Ghostwriter

Clash of the Titans

How to Train your Dragon

What do all of these movies have in common??

No title.

In all three of these movies (at least if I remember right) didn't show the film's title until the end of the movie.

Why?! Are you too lazy to create a decent opening for your film? Is a title sequence just too hard for you? I've seen more than just these movies doing this too. What if it's months from now, I'm watching TV, and your movie starts? Now, I'm poor, don't have digital cable, and I decide to wait for the title to come up... Waiting waiting waiting...

Nothing!

Gah!

I would also like to point out how many "cool points" you lose when you chose to set aside the name of your movie. How awesome is it when you're watching a movie for the first time (one you waited months or maybe even years for) and the dramatic music plays and the title appears in it's majestic manner? I don't know about you people, but I get chills and butterflies at the same time. It's such an "official" moment, you know? Like "yeeeeees! My movie! It's HERE! This is it!!"

Filmmakers around the world are ROBBING me of this awesomeness!

Thieves!!

The whole lot of you!!

On a totally unrelated note:

I got a job.

Tomorrow I start work at Nordstrom Rack. Yay, clothes! I do love clothes. Especially pretty ones, which they carry a lot of.

I must admit, I'm terribly nervous. I absolutely detest starting a new job. It's nerve wrecking to not know what you're doing. I hate having to think or say "sorry, I'm new". I prefer being knowledgeable. Especially when people are depending on you. However, I'll never get there if I don't start somewhere. Right? Right.

Eh... I'll just look on the bright side...

No dancing in 100 degree weather, across trolley tracks, in heels.

That, right there, is a win.

I Shall Now Be Referred to as Kibby.

Andrea and I went to see "How to Train Your Dragon" yesterday. It was cute. Toothless reminded me of Evie a little. Anyway, that is not the purpose of this post.

Whilst at the theatre, we decided to get some delicious foods. After I ordered my "nachos grande" (or whatever that mountain of awesomeness was called) the kid taking my order asks "and the name for the order??"

I say "Kim" .

"Kib?" he asks.

"No... KIM" I repeat.

What?! Kib?! What the crap is a kib? Is that short for something? Kibwell? Kibler? Kibvahartsky? I don't know!! Does anyone know anyone named Kib, or anything of the like?

Anywho, Andrea and I were so thrown by this we decided to stick with it. I have fully embraced Kib, and even evolved it into Kibby (for my slower friends, I've done that because Kimmy was so popular a name for me in Florida and for many of mine family members).

To make a long story short (too late) if you so choose, you may officially call me Kibby. I may even change some of my screen names from Kimmy Soo, to Kibby or Kibby Soo. The possibilities are endless!!

I'm Out.

I'm not that girl.

I'm intelligent.

I'm real.

I'm true.

You chose to walk away.

I choose not to follow.