Lessons Learned

I decided to start this blog as a therapy of sorts.  I figure it's cheaper than seeing an actual therapist plus I don't have to go anywhere, take a shower, or get dressed.  Not that I'm stinky or naked but it's knowing that I could be if I really wanted to that makes it worth while.

This week, as in all that have come before, has had it's challenges.  It's also had many fun moments and memories that will stay with me forever...or until I have a brain cramp.

I was finally contacted by a temp agency that was willing to interview me.  I think I may have impressed them with my testing scores.  Apparently I'm great at data entry, have above average customer service skills, and I can put files in order like nobody's business.  I think I could have told them that but they need you to take a test to make it more true.  Hopefully they will be able to place me somewhere that will be a good fit.  I will know more next week.

I still haven't heard back from FASFA letting me know if I can have a loan for school or not.  So I will have to wait until next semester to get any sort of funding for school.  This put a bit of a damper on my mood but I know that God has a reason for me waiting.  I'm sure the answer will be revealed one day but for now it makes me a little crazy.

I attended my first Richmond Flying Squirrels game last night.  They happened to have Oktoberfest going on as well.  This made me happy.  I sampled a couple of German beers which always puts a smile on my face.  It's nice to know that Virginia isn't really all Bud Light and Yuengling (no offense).  I suppose this makes me a beer snob but you just can't beat a nice pint of Smithwick's, Stella, or even NewCastle.  And now I really want a beer....

After a fun night at the ballpark I awoke to find myself craving something yummy for breakfast.  I decided to make french toast sticks along with an egg scramble full of turkey bacon, onions, and cheese.  In the process of preparing this wonderful morning meal, I burned myself on the oven...twice!  Needless to say, some choice words flew out my mouth but for some reason this never woke up the person sleeping in the next room.  I wonder, if I really had a problem and hurt myself badly, would she even notice?  This thought passed but now I know I need oven mitts desperately.

Lessons learned this week: 1. Writing is good therapy.  2. Temp agencies aren't as bad as I originally thought.  3. School will still be there in six months.  4. Beer is good therapy, too.  5. BUY OVEN MITTS!!!