Handsome Jobs

"And what was your name?"

"Kevin. It's actually, Handsome Kevin."

I swear this was what the guy on the phone said to me yesterday when I called this cafe and asked if they were hiring. I don't know what else he could have been saying so when I heard him I just chuckled and said goodbye since that was the end of the phone call. 

They had told me to come in and fill out an application, then we could talk right away. Superb for multiple reasons.

1. An in-person application!? They must also practice the old school ways that I so passionately cling to. (This would later be confirmed untrue, but we will get to that later.)

2. Does this mean I could possibly be hired today? And therefore not have to be broke for much longer?! (This would be confirmed true.)

3. Lastly, I can find out if Handsome Kevin is, in fact, handsome! (Just kidding Brian, I had no desire for this one ;] )

So upon hanging up the phone I did a happy dance and proceeded to put on "real" clothes because my days at home strictly require me to wear yoga pants, a random tee, and festive socks. It is non debatable. 

On my way to the cafe I was on top of the world. I felt good about this life event and it was a beautiful Thursday; my favorite day of the week! Upon arrival, I scoped the place out to see the descriptions I read online become illustrated before my own eyes. It was adorable. Couches in the front with a coffee bar on the right hand side and also.... five pairs of eyes staring at me. 

"Hi! Do you have an application?" Ah, such simple words to turn the situation around. Immediately "my friend" Kevin came up and shook my hand and the owner, Kristin, complimented my scarf. I love this place. And I also loved Kristin's scarf. 

They told me to grab some coffee and fill out the application. Then we chatted at a table and I found out Kristin's partner went to Millersville University, like myself. This is awesome and also super weird. It is weird because when I applied at Ida's Cafe (while at said university) my then soon-to-be employer told me he was from a neighboring town of mine and his wife went to my high school. Eerie Indiana.

I guess I have some magnet on me that brings me to cafes run by people that share my last place of residence. We all have a special skill, I suppose. 

Kristin told me I could do a trial run this weekend just bussing tables and that way we could both have a fair chance at seeing if this was a good fit. Genius idea. 

Yet, there is one thing I will have to get used to. They use an iphone application, or something similar, to put orders in immediately as I'd take them. Whoa, pressure! I mean, I still have a sliding phone. Granted, I think it is just as cool as the electric slide but most of the world thinks it incapable of doing anything. However, the cafe says I can wear all my earrings while working and Starbucks said I wouldn't be able to. So despite the technology at hand, I'll take the job ;] 

On To The Next One!

I got the job at the library! Unemployed Bridget is now Double Employed Bridget. I'd say call me "DEB" but I have a friend named Deb. Who is also part of the reason I have this job at the library now!

Deb's mom works at the library and told me to apply and then took me around to meet people when I filled out my application. The Appreciation Award goes to her because finally, after 5 months of being done with college, I not only have a job but I have one that looks good on my resume! 

Let's start that happy dance up again. (This girl* knows how to demonstrate a good happy dance via internet.)

*I don't know this girl. Honestly, I looked up "happy dance" to provide some images to brighten this entry up and found her post. Thank you to her.

Cleaning Out My Closet

The time has come. All my shelves in my room filled with old trophies, dolls, and knick knacks I've somehow accumulated in 22 years are about to be no more.

I figured that the only way to move on to the next stage in my life, especially one where I am now* a certified adult, would be to start fresh and weed out the excess of what was. I don't care for a lot of things decorating my life anymore, or at least other things have become more meaningful. While I am sad if I think about this too long, I guess it is something everyone goes through if they're lucky enough. And thank God, I am able to be lucky enough.

So where to begin? I guess with the medal I had from throwing javelin that fell off its ribbon a few months ago. It is always as if my room knows when I need to start moving forward. In the dorm rooms and apartment I've lived in over the past 4 years, all my posters and wall hangings started falling on their own when it came to the end of the semester or the end of my living there. Granted, I never seemed to have the utensils I needed to properly hang things (shout out to my old roommates Sara, Kasey, and Hannah for helping me out constantly on that end.) Yet, I like to think of it as a sign. Okay, two signs. 1-Start buying the basics for myself. And 2-Shake that etch-a-sketch of life and turn the knobs to get something new!

Have I started this process yet? No. It sounds like the worst. I mean, I am horrible at goodbyes. Which is why if you ever have said goodbye to me I probably either faded out silently and you never got a chance to say bye, or I made a big deal where I hugged you a lot. I feel incomplete just waving and walking away.

You may say, "Bridget, this isn't people." To which I say, "It is. It's me from another life." Because these are the things I loved as a kid, the things I cherished as a teen, and the things that make me smile to look back on now. Like silly notes I've passed to friends in class. Am I still friends with those people? Do I know what half the stuff meant? Nope! But I'm terrible at throwing it out.

For months I've been toying with that idea of going through things but it has only been recently I've decided to be done with a lot of it for good. All things take time. Which is why naturally the "clean my room" bullet has been on my to-do list every day for weeks. Sometimes I even try to trick myself and write it differently, i.e. "organize containers in room" or "sort through my clothes." As of yet, none have been successful.

Perhaps putting it to the blog will set my list in stone.

Regardless, I am making a conscious decision to simplify and rid my life of so many fractions. Because frankly, I was never good at math.


* I originally typed "not" instead. There is one big cake of irony that my life just can't stop taking bites of.