Lemon poppy seed bunt cakes. Little. Yummy. And he delivered them to our door with a smile and “welcome to the neighborhood”…

I must admit. This neighborhood, or at least my neighbors, makes me happy. There is honest friendliness here, not inquisitive neighbors that make introductions just to get an avenue into your business. Nor are there the downturn glances when you drive by. A hand is extended, in the true sense of hello, and you almost wreck waving back because you want him to know you saw him wave….it’s such a change from Delaney Park. I realize that we were out of place, one duplex of three slapped on the corner of Mills and Delaney Park Drive. This house fits into the surrounding area, standing out a bit because of the porch, but it blends well enough, and so do we. Sometimes its nice to not stick out like a sore thumb…sometimes it’s nice to be welcome.

Job update. I hate it. It sucks. I hate the uniform, the attitudes, the competative (and not in a good way) nature of the business. The sight of a new table seems to bring out the worst in those who “need” the money. I didn’t reveal to them that I almost bankrupted us by pulling a bank (all of 40 bucks) out of our account so I can make change when I work. I don’t drink like these people do, and that makes me feel wierd. I feel like I am supposed to be some sodden lush with bloodshot eyes and a smarmy smile in order to work at a place like that. I am ready to run back to the office enviornment. I don’t like the feel of ketchup and lemons beneath my nails. I’m just not up for it anymore. I will stay there till something else comes up, but restaraunts are not for me. I will smile I will say “good day and hello,” but I will not extend my uniform beyond the one shirt and one pair of pants, for I know it would just be wasted money.

OUC should call sometime this week. Yet another lead, but this has to go somewhere. She seemed impressed by the scores on my assessment tests (the usual typing, word and excel), and ensured me an interview. I need to WOW them. Now, if I could only figure out how.

Saw Hellboy. Loved it. David was not as keen on it as I was. It wasn’t a perfect movie, not by far. But, neither were the Blade movies, and I love them all the same. Plus, Selma Blair is hot, literally!!! (I crack myself up)

Found out Mom’s going to be in town from the 28th to the 1st. That is going to be awsome. Thought about a party, then thought better of it. Will host a very small gathering, or drag her out to dinner to meet my fellow goofballs. You will love my mother. I do!

If anyone knows of any positions open for either David or myself (his company is on very shaky legs) give me a holler….

Don’t forget to wave to your neighbor.