I love British culture. Just everything to do with it. I’ve been obsessed with all of it since I was a kid. I get really emotional looking at photos of the UK. I would move there in a heartbeat. If someone told me I could move there tomorrow I’d pack up the cats and never come back. Jessica joked that I have a suitcase packed specifically for this occasion. I should consider it.
Anyway, this love for the British has led to my apartment being kind of an anglophilic museum of sorts. In my living room I have a dictionary paper with a TARDIS stamped on it, teapots in the shape of the Tower Bridge and my wifi name/password is 221b/Sherlocked. In my bedroom I have a TARDIS in my fish tank, a vintage fabric print with welsh words, 6 framed Doctor Who villain prints, a photo of me and my friends with a dalek and the TARDIS, and a tea bag with William and Kate on it.
Last night my friend Katie and her English boyfriend stayed with me. It was pretty embarrassing to have all of this british paraphernalia hanging around my house and even more embarrassing when he asked for my wifi information. To make things a little more awkward I quietly went “I’m in love with your culture.”
I have to go train for a week in Charlotte. Look at me, international business lady.*
*In this scenario international means 2 hours away from my home.
It’s like an almost big girl job. Like a step down from a big girl job. I’m going to be running my own store y’all. Well, eventually. They brought in someone from corporate to run the store for 2 months BUT THEN I’M RUNNING THE STORE. whaaaat.
I call this one “Cleo won’t leave my chest because she’s a spoiled baby”
I’m not sure how I’m ever supposed to go back to work now that the cats are used to having me home.
Not having a job is starting to feel like a personal attack. I know that’s the stupidest thing in the world, but it’s how I feel. I’ve been on SO MANY interviews. I have to stop taking the rejections personally. It’s a bad economy and I live in one of the worst cities for jobs.
Today I ended up calling the girl who was supposed to call me Monday. She apologized and said she got incredibly busy and she’ll be making final decisions tomorrow. So maybe it’ll be me. Who knows. Bahhh.
I called this morning at 11:30 about the job I posted about yesterday. She still hasn’t called me back or called any of my references. Do I call again or just let this one go? I’m actually really upset because the girl told me I’d definitely be hearing from her and that she really liked me and I have a great energy.
but no word at all. :(
So my parents have a cabin rental business. It’s super cool and everyone who stays there loves it. My parents are, however, terrible at social media. Today I had enough so I took over their facebook page. I have a contest going right now where you’re entered to win a free night stay if you leave a review on tripadvisor. I plan on doing another one where you can win a free night stay if you share the status or page.
What are some other good ideas to get people to interact with the page?