Let me start now.
How I got started, and why I thought it would be a brilliant idea to blog.
May 15, 2010 I graduated from college. (Hurray) success here I come! right?
So I have made a list of new life goals, being a college graduate and all I though was important to get my life in order. Such as:
- Get a job!
- Move to Tulsa!
- Get a new car!
- join a gym.
- re-connect with old friends!
- Start a blog! check.
- ect...
Considering that I am lucky enough to attend college and graduate as an Outstanding Senior, and have the most incredible friends anyone could have, still I am about the unluckiest person ever(probably).
First I am very thankful for a lot, and I do have a lot to be thankful for so I don't want anyone to think I am just a big baby, that would say "Yes, I'd like some cheese." (with that whine).
Example:
Yesterday, I had a job interview for a company that I no desire to work for, but since I am in dire need of employment I drove to Tulsa for my interview .. on to have my car breaks down at a extremely busy intersection. Where people did not understand that I was having a crisis and could not move, due to last of my car being able to start. As if I am the only person to ever have car trouble.
Even though several nice human being did ask me, as they drove around, questions such as "do you have phone to call someone" leaving me no time to answer before they zoomed off, "can you turn on your emergency flasher so everyone knows you are not moving", as they flip me the bird and "is someone coming to help" to which I replied yes AAA is coming. (which they weren't).
But, in this already unfortunate moment I called the one person who I thought would be most concerned about helping me and ensuring me to safety. My Grandpa! then again unfortunately my Grandma answered. After I told her the situation and that her poor helpless grandson was in, she replied "I don't know what you want us to do about. You Grandpa is napping anyways." Oh thanks Grandma you always know just how to help.
After this a nice ed hardy t-shirt wearing guy with greasy long blond hair ask if he could push me out of the road to Zio's (Which luckily was very near). I told him yes.
So missed interview, and am now car-less. That is correct car is un-fixable. Just my luck.
