Busy, Busy, Busy

I love writing.

I love word-vomiting on the internet.

I love researching, talking about and writing about Public Relations work and I can’t wait to get into that field and actively start to work at it, be it corporate, publicity, lobbying…any of it. It’s all exciting. It’s all interactive. It’s a job of endless learning, meeting, growing…and that’s why I’m so excited about it. Working in PR seems like it’ll be a chance to constantly expand and reach out.

As of right now, one of my two roommates continually snaps and lashes out at me for no particular reason, my best friend asked me to help plan her wedding, I’m stuck in too many classes and labs, and I’m working waiting tables almost every night so I can manage to make rent and bills work without running myself dry. I run on about 4 hours of sleep a night to keep my grades where I want them. I think if if you could look into my veins, you’d see coffee and all kinds of teas where there should be blood. Sleep deprivation has made my eyes look like I’m both hungover and stoned almost 24/7 if I don’t remember to put drops in them every morning.

But I wouldn’t trade this for the world. Finally reaching living-situation independence while learning copious amounts of incredibly beneficial information about my future career is thrilling. One of my roommates is my best friend in the world, I have a loving and supportive family who I get to talk to almost every day, and I’ve met a wonderful guy who I’m really enjoying getting to know.

I know the future will get better and pursuing my career will get easier and more fun.

I can’t wait for that to happen.

But right now…doing as much as I can just to live comfortably is taking precedence.

To Text or Not to Text?

A “guest” (read: customer) at work left me his phone number scribbled on a napkin and that number was inside of a map of America that he drew with Michigan (his home state) taking up about half of the country’s land mass and the path of “adventure” drawn in a straight line from Texas to Michigan.

We share the same birthday, year and all, and were both wearing camo shirts. He works for a company that makes leather. I told him our jobs were connected too because he skins what I serve. He had a nice laugh and a sincere smile and I really don’t see that often.

His name is Tyler and I got a generally good vibe from the guy. He was nice and pretty quiet. His partner, who had already downed 3 tall XXs, was much more talkative. Both of them are on a drive back to Michigan now.

He probably didn’t notice the bajillion clumsy-girl bruises on various parts of my body before he gave me his number. So that’s good.

And now I’m wondering if he does that for all of his waitresses. Is that a common thing? I’ve never felt the least bit inclined to leave my number for anybody.

My job may be stressful and hectic, but holy moly, it is ALWAYS entertaining.