For days and days and days I had been miserable at my job at Borders. I absolutely LOVE books and reading and talking to others about books. The management got to be so bad that on a daily basis I was harassed and belittled and threatened by my boss and the sad part, corporate; who is supposed to be there for its employees, didn't care. Then one day my best friend Manda called and told me I needed to put in an application at Les Schwab in Placerville. I did, called and scheduled and interview and got the job all in the same two days! The only downside is that it's 40 minutes away (although I've been getting there in 30). However, I absolutely love it!
Placerville is so beautiful. The mountains are so green and it smells so fresh. I'm naturally a cold weather person. I love the coolness and I think that I would choose a mountain area over the beach any day. I think it's perfect weather if I can wear a t-shirt and jeans and this is what I experience everyday. Most days, I take walks on my lunch and visit the little shops that line the streets. I have a hunch that the whole community knows each other. That the sheriff is an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair, large brimmed hat, and a dog named Hank that rides in the back of his patrol car. The under sheriff is this goofy young guy that tries to hard and takes himself too seriously but gets the job done nonetheless. I guess what I'm saying is it's my kind of place.
I love the job itself. It's very hard right now because I'm new at it and there's so much more to learn, plus I can talk books like no body's business...but tires...yeah that's like asking me to explain why the world is round haha.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
New Blog
This is kinda one of my lazy day posts. I'm afraid to stop writing for a while because I'm pretty sure I'll get another comment from my cousin asking where all my posts are...in my head :)
Nothing exciting happened today. I had to work, then I joined my parents for my step mother's mother's birthday. So my stepgrandmother's birthday. I'm now sitting in front of my computer watching CSI, writing my blog and plan on writing another chapter to my blog story. Still untitled but it's about a struggle that a young woman goes through after the loss of her mother and brother. Her determination to remain focused and not blame God. I spent a lot of time on the names. It's very important to me that the meaning of their names help depict what kind of person they're supposed to be. I hope that the reader doesn't go looking them up because I hope that I'll be able to show them who they are.
The blog is called Bookworm but the story remains untitled. I hope you enjoy :)
Nothing exciting happened today. I had to work, then I joined my parents for my step mother's mother's birthday. So my stepgrandmother's birthday. I'm now sitting in front of my computer watching CSI, writing my blog and plan on writing another chapter to my blog story. Still untitled but it's about a struggle that a young woman goes through after the loss of her mother and brother. Her determination to remain focused and not blame God. I spent a lot of time on the names. It's very important to me that the meaning of their names help depict what kind of person they're supposed to be. I hope that the reader doesn't go looking them up because I hope that I'll be able to show them who they are.
The blog is called Bookworm but the story remains untitled. I hope you enjoy :)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Dead or Alive
Hey all! It's been a while. I haven't been writing because...I dunno...figured I had nothing to write about. I've been all over the place emotionally and I think it's unwise to go on a rant when upset so I like to calm down. I'm trying to make changes in my life. I'm striving to get a new job because the one I am at I'm being verbally harassed by my manager and corporate doesn't want to do anything to help thier associates. A few of us are preparing to file with the state. It's sad when it has to come to that. People unable to be civilized, and I know I'm not the first or last to be harassed by this individual.
I've started a new train of thought in what I want to do with the rest of my life. In the beginning and for as long as I could remember (and my Mother has not let me forget this) I've wanted to be a doctor. Originally I had planned in double majoring so that I could go work/live in South America helping people medically and spiritually. Last sememster I took a foresnic anthropology class and felt completely comfortable with it. Maybe it was a premed kind of thing but what made it better was that we each had to do a project. To get off topic for a moment...I read this author Iris Johansen and she had a specific character she wrote about who was a forensic sculptor and I had always imagined being able to identify a person with just thier skull....to get back on track I decided that I would do my project in forensic sculpting. I got a skull from my professor and set to work. Actually I didn't actually begin my work until the Thanksgiving vacation week. I was sitting there using identifying markers to determine age, sex, and ethnicity. As it turned out the person I was giving a face to was a 40+ woman with heavy asian ancestery. I measured tissue depth and gave this woman a face. It was so fulfilling and I had so much pride. I was able to give closure to a family. Other factors that one considers when doing a this was COD (cause of death) and I believe mine had died of natural causes or causes that can't be determined by just the skull. There was so many indicators that when I was explaining it to my grandmother (because I was doing this on her kitchen table :) )she asked, look at all this inticiate work, how could there not be a God with this beautiful design?
So now the question remains: Why am I going to school? To eventually work with the living or work with the dead?
I've started a new train of thought in what I want to do with the rest of my life. In the beginning and for as long as I could remember (and my Mother has not let me forget this) I've wanted to be a doctor. Originally I had planned in double majoring so that I could go work/live in South America helping people medically and spiritually. Last sememster I took a foresnic anthropology class and felt completely comfortable with it. Maybe it was a premed kind of thing but what made it better was that we each had to do a project. To get off topic for a moment...I read this author Iris Johansen and she had a specific character she wrote about who was a forensic sculptor and I had always imagined being able to identify a person with just thier skull....to get back on track I decided that I would do my project in forensic sculpting. I got a skull from my professor and set to work. Actually I didn't actually begin my work until the Thanksgiving vacation week. I was sitting there using identifying markers to determine age, sex, and ethnicity. As it turned out the person I was giving a face to was a 40+ woman with heavy asian ancestery. I measured tissue depth and gave this woman a face. It was so fulfilling and I had so much pride. I was able to give closure to a family. Other factors that one considers when doing a this was COD (cause of death) and I believe mine had died of natural causes or causes that can't be determined by just the skull. There was so many indicators that when I was explaining it to my grandmother (because I was doing this on her kitchen table :) )she asked, look at all this inticiate work, how could there not be a God with this beautiful design?
So now the question remains: Why am I going to school? To eventually work with the living or work with the dead?
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