I feel like the last month has kind of been mashed together, a lot like ketchup, so trying to catch up is fruitless.
I should not be allowed to write at 2 a.m. I come up with the worst puns.
I've decided to write 5 things a week that have happened or that I find particularly exciting about that week. Today is now Saturday, so I'll write from the previous week.
1) On Tuesday morning, I received a call saying that I won a door prize for going to an all-you-can-eat fundraiser last weekend. It's a $10 gift card to a Spartan store.
2) Tim and I went out job hunting on Tuesday, picking up several applications, filling them out and returning them. I ended up returning several of them on Wednesday. I returned about 14 of them, but I still have about 4 more to fill out and return, not to mention the online applications and people who said, "Come back later."
3) On Thursday, I also had an interview for a job at the new coffee shop in Lowell. Come to find out the owner and I hang out in the same circles, but we're always the opposite sides. He is longtime friends with a close friend of our family who took both my brothers' and my senior photos; he also knows my pastor fairly well (who came in at the end of the interview and said, "I can vouch for her!"); and to top it all off, his wife works at the other office for the company I'd been filing for during tax season. I'm hoping connections might help me get that job.
4) I'm filing a couple hours a week again for the financial company. Yay for gas money!
5) Thursday night my mom went with me into Barnes & Noble for a book signing. I enjoyed the chance to talk with Shauna Niequist, the author of Cold Tangerines, a book I'd read earlier this year on recommendation of some people from Willow Creek. She had a lot of encouraging things as a writer, and I appreciated the encouraging things she had to say. It was also fun to make some connections over people we both knew from Willow. Even with that part of the conversation, I'd thought nothing of who she might be related to because there were a lot of suggested books flying across my desk while I was there, but driving down the road five minutes after our conversation, I realized why the dedication in her book was written to whom it was written. No wonder they'd recommended her book. (That's far from saying it was awful writing; I loved it.)
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