What to do, what to do

Seriously. What the smurf do I do?

Non-commenting readers (ahem), I’m in a bit of a predicament. Kinda, sorta, not really. Actually, I don’t know if I can call it a real predicament since it’s mostly internal… Kinda, sorta, not really.

I won’t go into what [un]said predicament is, but here’s my dilemma: Do I keep expending effort into this predicament? Or do I leave it to the other involved parties to do something? Granted, I’m not really doing too much right now, but maybe that’s a sign that I should be doing more. Though to be honest, I don’t really know what else I can do and if doing more would be appropriate for the situation. Most likely not.

I’m being very vague right now.

Yesterday, as I stood in line to vote, I asked my magic coin who was going to win the election. Magic Coin said Obama. With that, I think I might ask Magic Coin to help me decide what to do with my current situation.

Do I keep putting in the conscious effort or just go with the flow?
He says go with the flow.

Do I need to rethink the stance I’m currently taking?
Yes.

Am I going to get hurt?
Yes.

Should I give up?

Workin’ the Corner

… against my will.

Just kidding. But… Yeah… Just read.

7:58pm I get on the 16, on my way to meet some friends at Coffee News in St. Paul.

8:10 I get off at University and Snelling and call my friends to see how close they are to picking me up and to ask where I should wait for them. They tell me to wait there. So I wait. On the corner. Of University. And Snelling.

8:12 I see a strange man looking at me and walking closer to where I’m standing. He approaches me and asks, “Where you headin’?” while I try to call my friends and tell them that I’ll wait for them at the bank parking lot. They tell me they’ll be there in a minute.

8:13 After getting off the phone, I walk to the parking lot… and the strange man comes with me. His name is John. He asks where I’m heading. I say, “Oh… To meet up with some friends… Where are you heading?” He replies, “I’m headin’ wherever you’re headin’.” Ha… Awkward…

8:14 I get to the parking lot and wait for my friends. John asks me if the liquor store is still open. I tell him it should be. Yeah, I really didn’t know. He looks me up and down. He starts walking away. He turns around and says, “Hey, we should hang out sometime. You wan’ hang out? Can I get your number?” I gently say no. He starts walking back. Oh crap. He walks back up to me and asks, “You wanna hang out some time? You wan’ go see a movie? We should go to a movie.” The whole time, I’m shaking my head and turning him down, but he persists and would not leave me alone. So. I lied. Please forgive me, God. I panicked. I said I was seeing someone… He says, “Aww shoot. You’re seeing someone, huh? You should go see a movie with me. It’d be fun.” He stares at my legs before finally walking away.

8:15 My friends finally arrive. Finally.

I’ve made countless bus trips to Midway and back by myself before, but never again. Never again.

Diary, You’re Amazing

Dear Diary,

Hi! How’s it going? Sorry I haven’t been keeping in touch lately. I’ve been a terrible friend, but I’ll try not to let it happen again.

Oh, Diary. I really missed you. You’re always there for me, and I love that about you. When I heard about the unicorn and had to tell someone about it, you were there for me. And when Mr. Manna passed away, you were there for me again. So thanks. You’re the greatest.

You know what, Diary? I don’t think I’ll ever find a boy as cool as you. No, I’m serious! You always listen to me, and I think it’s so sexy how good you are at spelling! Where am I ever going to find a boy like that? Diary, you’re the only one for me.

Oh, before I forget, guess what happened to me today! This morning, I went to the bus stop to wait for the Campus Circulator and I found $5! Isn’t that wonderful? Maybe I can use it to buy you an upgrade. But then again, it’s not like you need it ’cause… I like you just the way you are. <3

Well, I’d better get back to work, Diary. It may be a Friday afternoon with almost everyone out of the office, but I should try to get a little bit more work done. Still, it was so nice talking to you! We’ll talk again soon, okay?

Oh, just one more thing… Diary, I think I lo– never mind! TTYL!

From,
Love,
From,
Lo

-Me

Buses and Boxers and Boys, Oh My!

If you were to ask me before today how many times I was on a city bus waiting for the light to turn green, fortuitously looked out the window, and saw a young man sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, wearing only a T-shirt and boxers as he was getting to make a pants switch, I would say, “once.”

But oh no, my friends. Today, I have been blessed with the opportunity to now say, “twice.” Yes, twice. And under almost the exact same conditions. No lie. Both guys even looked at me. That was slightly embarrassing.

The worst part is that on both occasions, I was too slow to initially realize what was going on and what exactly I was looking at. This flaw in my character resulted in me smiling at the guy today after we made eye contact. Yeah… I’m thinking now that he probably thought I was a pervert.

 

Awesome.

By the way, they were yellow.

Employed and Off to a Great Start

Nanny. Childcare worker. Baby Photographer. Caterer. Barista.

Today, I add Organizational Development Intern to that hodgepodge of a résumé. And yes, I will now proceed to tell you about my first day working at OMS. (If you really want to know what OMS stands for, I’ll leave it to you to do some sleuthing. You’ll be like Nancy Drew! Or a stalker.)

Well. First I woke up at 5:50 am. Yes, five colon fifty in the ante friggin’ meridiem. Actually, it wasn’t that bad at all. I thought it was a beautiful and refreshing morning. Besides, 5:50 isn’t that early. So, I apologize for the negativity. I just like to type angry things.

Anyway, my day started off with a Pop Tart and my glasses breaking. A screw and a lens popped off and, because I couldn’t find my tiny screwdriver, I was forced to tape my glasses on the side. It was nerdtastic.

When I got to work, my supervisor gave me a tour and introduced me to the whole office. And let me tell you, taped glasses are the perfect accessory for your first day on the job and for meeting people in a professional setting. Yeah. It’s especially great when THE boss treats you to lunch and sits across from you in a booth for 45 minutes.

Aside from the glasses, work was pretty good. They threw a lot of readings and information at me, which was a little overwhelming, but I’m sure I’ll manage. I’ve also started working on my first project of sorts, so that’s exciting. But what’s even more exciting is that I have my own office! Exclamation mark [point?]! It’s got four yellow walls and everything! It even has these two big windows that give me a perfect view of the sky and the clouds and the Lucy with the diamonds and the birds and the airplanes and Heaven. I like it. There’s supposed to be another intern there, but she’s not coming until August.

When I got home from work, I was determined to find that screw that had fallen out of my glasses. I was bent on finding it even if it took hours. So, I went to the spot where my lens had fallen, got on my hands and knees, and immediately felt something under my thumb. And hey, wouldja look at that? It’s my ol’ pal, Screwy!

Once we were reunited, I visited Jordan who saved me with his cool-looking screwdriver/compass/bottle opener device. And thus, the Broken Glasses Fixed with Tape Episode came to an end. Hooray!

And now, it’s time for bed, so I can wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.

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The Campus Connector

Where intimate connections are made.

Oh, the joys of public transportation.

Bus rides can be uncomfortable– oh so terribly uncomfortable. This morning, as a matter of fact, I found myself in a slightly compromising position whilst riding the Campus Connector to West Bank. 

As I got on the already crowded bus, I was forced to stand, sandwiched between two people while desperately trying to reach the bar overhead. Thankfully, this only lasted for a few minutes. When the bus reached the next stop, a handful of people got off and I was able to find a seat facing the aisle. Students quickly piled into the bus, and due to the position of my seat, I had no choice but to become acquainted with a male posterior that decided it wanted to get to know my face better. Great.

Unfortunately, the ride didn’t become any less awkward as we approached the next stop. Though more students got off at this stop, at least twice as many tried to get on. Bodies and backpacks shifted to accommodate everyone until the bus reached 3x maximum capacity, and when everyone stopped moving, I was somehow left in an awkward position that I had never encountered on the Campus Connector before:

I was straddling the leg of a strange man.

…

Yeah. I’m just going to leave it at that.

Yay for non-sexual, quasi-casual encounters on the Campus Connector…? No.