So yesterday, I left work and on my way to school I was drinking out of a normal water bottle when some H2O got a little confused and found its way into my lungs. Thank goodness that’s all I had all day, because I threw up all over myself while driving. Not THROW UP-throw up, but water vomit. It was all over my seat, soaking my pants, and causing some minor discomfort. It dried on my walk to class. In the computer lab, I went to open my fruit cup of mandarin oranges, and it threw up on me. A faceful of mandarin juices—on the keyboard, my hoodie, pants (again,) my phone, and my backpack. (People were judging me, because I was trying to mop it up with some pages of poetry from my previous class.)
What the hell is going on?!
Now that I’ve told you about that, onto more important stuff—B and I are officially old people now. [You may have seen indications of such an aging transformation earlier: scrapbooking, turning down parties or nights in Atlantic City, reading books out loud, refusing to go anywhere past 10 pm.] Last week, B spent time in class doing puzzles with his students; he said they were calmed down, focused, and not fighting with each other and he could also take a breather and “bond” with them. A win/win. Later that evening, we were on one of our usual Wal-Mart dates (a free way to get out of the house when we’re bored and close to killing each other) when we decided to buy ourselves a puzzle and get a new “together” hobby.
We picked a puzzle that’s a glow in the dark picture of the Vegas skyline (the most bad ass puzzle there.) That’s not the lamest thing ever, right? It gets worse. “How are we going to move it from my house to yours?” B asked me—like it was crucial to have the puzzle no matter where we were. There exists a puzzle take-away-er—a large piece of black felt that is accompanied by a plastic inflatable tube allows you to work on the felt then roll it all up when you’re done; it even has straps. That night we spent $20 on puzzle gear. It’s almost done, although I give most of the credit to B, because while he was puzzling I was spending hours on the phone trying to book a flight and redeem my cancelled ticket from last spring semester. (Way too long of a story, but it involves Mexico, drug wars, and Harry Potter World.)
Now, I can’t say that puzzling has brought us together more, but it definitely hasn’t hurt. I have to admit, we’ve had a lot of ups and downs lately—or even since day 1—but this week has been exceptionally wonderful, and even though I am enduring a terrible day full of exploding liquid, I am in a good mood, because I get to see him and puzzle later. YES!
Work is getting to me just a teeny bit. I know I’m stressed when I go to bed thinking about it and wake up 5 minutes before my alarm clock, still thinking about it. I think it will all be worth it when I get my first paychecks, but I am worried that I am gonna run out of good ideas for this marketing jobs. I am open to any and all legitimate suggestions.
I work for Hand and Stone Massage and Facial Spa in Mayslanding (It’s right next to Five Below and the Movie theater.) My job is to find way to get more customers and members in using social networking services. I need more friends, followers, etc., and then I need those friends to tell other friends; then I need them all to come in and get services from massages (starting at $40 for 50 minutes,) facials (starting at $50 for 50 minutes,) threading (it’s an eyebrow thing, boys,) and waxing. First off, you can all do me a HUGE favor and follow me on twitter @Finessuh, follow Hand and Stone on twitter @HandandStoneML, and “Like” Mayslanding Hand and Stone on Face book (It’s linked on my Face book so it’s easy to find.) Also, keep me posted on your thoughts!!!