...to those who do the wave"
The Lord is looking out for me, of this I am sure.
I've been job hunting by category. One day I applied to every hotel in Temecula. After that, I tried every department store I could think of. One day, I applied to every hardware store between here and Elsinore. Over the space of a week, I tried every Fast-Food place I could think of. Yesterday, I did the movie theaters. Last night, one of those movie theaters got back to me.
This afternoon, I had my very first interview, ever. This afternoon, I also had the last interview I'll need to have this spring.
Yes! My persistence paid off, and I have been hired by UltraStar movies, the company who just bought the Tower Plaza theater! I start training Friday night, and I'm so excited! I'm so incredibly grateful, because I know people have been trying to find jobs for months, and my search was a fraction of theirs. I just take this as a sign that the Lord knows that I should have this job, which ultimately means that I need to take advantage of it and be the best employee I can be. That's the game plan anyway. I also have every Friday and Saturday night for the next four months spoken for. Oh well. It'll be worth it!
-Katie
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Coloring on the Lines
I figured I might as well just post something, since I'm in a writing mood.
I am officially starting my fourth week home in California, and have finally gotten used to calling this house 'Home', and Rexburg, 'School'. Separation of Church and State? Easy. Separation of Home and School? Not so much. What do I have to show for all my time here? Well, I've lost more weight (yay me!), I've filled out more applications than I care to consider, I've spent good time with friends and family, I've accepted a calling at church, and I've slept a lot.
Let's see, starting at the beginning. You've heard of the Freshman Fifteen, and the rumors of it actually being the Freshman Forty? Well, I conquered it. Yup, I'm down fifteen pounds from last fall! I have to admit though, not all of it is my fault. My inability to eat much of anything without getting sick for the first two months of school definitely took it's toll. After my surgery (of which, you can read my before and after blog posts) I was finally able to eat real food again. This included the yummy and healthy things, like raw veggies and whole grains that had always made me so sick before! But, because of the way my digestive system works now, I don't feel the need to eat as much. In short, I am happier and healthier than I've been in a long time, and I love it!
Next, applications. I think I've applied to every fast food restaurant within a 15 mile radius, all of the hardware stores, the drugstores, WinCo, Walmart, Costco, Sam's Club and so many others, it's crazy. I come up with two major problems though. First, I worked for two years in dentistry. Sure it's two years of job experience, but how in the world will my knowledge of the human mouth help me get a job cooking food? Second, very, very few people are hiring. I can't tell you how many times I've heard, "Well, we're not hiring now, but we are accepting applications!" Fantastic. Here it is. I wish I could fill out a generic application and just mail it everywhere. They all ask the same questions. (No, I did not live in Louisiana in 2005. No, none of my dependents are eligible for food stamps. I can work any day, any time, because I will not have any sort of life until you hire me. Please hire me!)
One of the first things I did when I got home was ask my bishop to give me a calling. I loved being home, and I really didn't want to go to our singles' twig, (I kid you not, it's not even big enough to be a Branch) but Home Ward Relief Society and Sunday School are just too...I don't know...grown up for me. Luckily, I've been called as a Primary teacher! I get to play and learn with the ten year olds for two hours every Sunday. My first week in, I actually played with (I mean taught) the CTR 7 class instead, but oh well. I taught my class for the first time today, and love them all to death. I still haven't decided how they'll address me though. 'Katie' is excellent. I mean, it's my name, right? 'Sister Thompson' says 'Hi kids, I'm your teacher, and an adult, so you need to respect me. But Sister Thompson is my mom, not me. So then I considered 'Sister Katie'. I mean, back in the time of the Restoration, everyone went by Brother/Sister [first name], so why not? Well, because it sounds like I'm a nun if I go by Sister Katie. Actually, I'm going to post this as a question to my readers. What would you do?
Last exciting thing in my life: I gave my first Grown-Up Talk in Sacrament Meeting today! A full 15 minutes. By popular request, I'm posting it as one of the tabs on my Blog, so you can read it if you really want to. It was pretty well received, I guess. I mean, I hadn't even left the stand after the meeting before someone had asked for the copy of my talk I had with me, and someone else rushed up to tell me that I'm 18, but speak like I'm 40. I guess that's a good sign? (*sniffle* I'd like to thank my parents, for never giving up on me, and my AP classes for teaching me to write good stuff quickly, and my job for teaching me how to talk to people, and my love of story telling for helping me tie it all together!) Please excuse that drama moment.
Alright, I write way too much. I may be shy sometimes, but once you get me talking, you may never get me to shut up. Sorry. Since my writing, when not required to be professional, often comes across as very conversational, you can bet that my blogs and things will be much the same way: Never Ending. Oh well. Love you all! Good night!
I am officially starting my fourth week home in California, and have finally gotten used to calling this house 'Home', and Rexburg, 'School'. Separation of Church and State? Easy. Separation of Home and School? Not so much. What do I have to show for all my time here? Well, I've lost more weight (yay me!), I've filled out more applications than I care to consider, I've spent good time with friends and family, I've accepted a calling at church, and I've slept a lot.
Let's see, starting at the beginning. You've heard of the Freshman Fifteen, and the rumors of it actually being the Freshman Forty? Well, I conquered it. Yup, I'm down fifteen pounds from last fall! I have to admit though, not all of it is my fault. My inability to eat much of anything without getting sick for the first two months of school definitely took it's toll. After my surgery (of which, you can read my before and after blog posts) I was finally able to eat real food again. This included the yummy and healthy things, like raw veggies and whole grains that had always made me so sick before! But, because of the way my digestive system works now, I don't feel the need to eat as much. In short, I am happier and healthier than I've been in a long time, and I love it!
Next, applications. I think I've applied to every fast food restaurant within a 15 mile radius, all of the hardware stores, the drugstores, WinCo, Walmart, Costco, Sam's Club and so many others, it's crazy. I come up with two major problems though. First, I worked for two years in dentistry. Sure it's two years of job experience, but how in the world will my knowledge of the human mouth help me get a job cooking food? Second, very, very few people are hiring. I can't tell you how many times I've heard, "Well, we're not hiring now, but we are accepting applications!" Fantastic. Here it is. I wish I could fill out a generic application and just mail it everywhere. They all ask the same questions. (No, I did not live in Louisiana in 2005. No, none of my dependents are eligible for food stamps. I can work any day, any time, because I will not have any sort of life until you hire me. Please hire me!)
One of the first things I did when I got home was ask my bishop to give me a calling. I loved being home, and I really didn't want to go to our singles' twig, (I kid you not, it's not even big enough to be a Branch) but Home Ward Relief Society and Sunday School are just too...I don't know...grown up for me. Luckily, I've been called as a Primary teacher! I get to play and learn with the ten year olds for two hours every Sunday. My first week in, I actually played with (I mean taught) the CTR 7 class instead, but oh well. I taught my class for the first time today, and love them all to death. I still haven't decided how they'll address me though. 'Katie' is excellent. I mean, it's my name, right? 'Sister Thompson' says 'Hi kids, I'm your teacher, and an adult, so you need to respect me. But Sister Thompson is my mom, not me. So then I considered 'Sister Katie'. I mean, back in the time of the Restoration, everyone went by Brother/Sister [first name], so why not? Well, because it sounds like I'm a nun if I go by Sister Katie. Actually, I'm going to post this as a question to my readers. What would you do?
Last exciting thing in my life: I gave my first Grown-Up Talk in Sacrament Meeting today! A full 15 minutes. By popular request, I'm posting it as one of the tabs on my Blog, so you can read it if you really want to. It was pretty well received, I guess. I mean, I hadn't even left the stand after the meeting before someone had asked for the copy of my talk I had with me, and someone else rushed up to tell me that I'm 18, but speak like I'm 40. I guess that's a good sign? (*sniffle* I'd like to thank my parents, for never giving up on me, and my AP classes for teaching me to write good stuff quickly, and my job for teaching me how to talk to people, and my love of story telling for helping me tie it all together!) Please excuse that drama moment.
Alright, I write way too much. I may be shy sometimes, but once you get me talking, you may never get me to shut up. Sorry. Since my writing, when not required to be professional, often comes across as very conversational, you can bet that my blogs and things will be much the same way: Never Ending. Oh well. Love you all! Good night!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Merry Christmas!!!
Courtesy of Julian Smith, my favorite movie maker/actor of all time.
I'm officially home from school until April! Drove through three separate storms and five states in two days.
Total Traveling time: 17 hours
Things learned:
Driving through a blizzard in the dark feels like driving at warp speed.
It is possible to make the suicide run from Provo to Temecula in one shot, but it's best done with a friend and lots of music.
It's also possible to sing yourself hoarse on said trip.
ALWAYS watch the weather. Driving to get ahead of storms isn't fun, but neither is trying to get home when three of your required mountain passes are snowed in/flooded.
Anyway, Merry Christmas everyone! Hope it's fantastic!
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Fere Universa
Or, A (theoretically) quick update because I have white glove tonight and need to get back to cleaning.
I finished my last Chemistry class today, and ultimately am very sad. I loved that class!
I have one more Orchestra rehearsal, then Sunday's Dress rehearsal, and then Sunday will be the Messiah Fireside. 500 singers, 200 musicians, 8 soloists, 1 Messiah. I will be one of the 200, and I'm more ecstatic than words can describe.
The only other class I have is Book of Mormon, which I'll sit in two more times.
Well, that and a LOT of online classwork.
Between today and Dec. 17, I have no fewer 5 exams, only 3 of which are actual finals. I have crazy teachers who think it'd be fun to do a unit test right before finals. Silly Teachers.
Tonight I have a massive white glove clean check in my dorm. I've spent over three hours just cleaning the fridge and defrosting the freezer. I still have to go through and clean every cupboard in the kitchen, inside and out, then completely overhaul my bedroom. The goal is to make everything look better than when we moved in 3 months ago. The problem is, we still have to live here for another week too. I'm still trying to figure out how to get everything move-out clean, a week before I move out. And, for that matter, how to keep it that way.
For anyone who's wondering, I feel 100% recovered from my surgery, and feel healthier than I have in over three years. Normally, I'd post pictures of my four awesome scars, but for modesty's sake I will forbear.
By way of update, I'm changing my major...probably. Seeing as how I'm an average student (ok, maybe a smidge above average, but not enough to count), and the nursing program involves competing with over 200 students for 24 spots, well...I don't have the 3.5 required to get in, let alone the 4.0 required to beat the other applicants. So I've decided to pursue and idea that I've been tossing around for a while now. Even though I hate to look like one of the 150 other students who decided that the nursing program was too hard, and will end up going for something like dental hygiene (no offense to hygienists, I love you), I have decided to look into becoming a paramedic. Like I said I've been tossing this idea around for a while. Over summer was when I first started getting the impression that it's more of where I should be, and the idea has slowly taken life, grown a personality, and decided to nag me constantly until I look after it better. It's like, Nursing is the neighbors dog, and she's so cute, but someone just gave me my own little puppy, and though it may not be the purebred labradoodle from next store, my little Paramedic mutt still wants to be taken care of. So I think I'm going to give Nursing one final goodbye, and start falling in love with Paramedic, because he's still adorable and puppy-like, and it could be the start of a beautiful relationship.
There's so much to do in these next eight days, I just might go insane.
Thank you so much to all of my family members who have made this semester possible.
With any luck, I'll manage it even better in the spring.
Much Love,
Katie
I finished my last Chemistry class today, and ultimately am very sad. I loved that class!
I have one more Orchestra rehearsal, then Sunday's Dress rehearsal, and then Sunday will be the Messiah Fireside. 500 singers, 200 musicians, 8 soloists, 1 Messiah. I will be one of the 200, and I'm more ecstatic than words can describe.
The only other class I have is Book of Mormon, which I'll sit in two more times.
Well, that and a LOT of online classwork.
Between today and Dec. 17, I have no fewer 5 exams, only 3 of which are actual finals. I have crazy teachers who think it'd be fun to do a unit test right before finals. Silly Teachers.
Tonight I have a massive white glove clean check in my dorm. I've spent over three hours just cleaning the fridge and defrosting the freezer. I still have to go through and clean every cupboard in the kitchen, inside and out, then completely overhaul my bedroom. The goal is to make everything look better than when we moved in 3 months ago. The problem is, we still have to live here for another week too. I'm still trying to figure out how to get everything move-out clean, a week before I move out. And, for that matter, how to keep it that way.
For anyone who's wondering, I feel 100% recovered from my surgery, and feel healthier than I have in over three years. Normally, I'd post pictures of my four awesome scars, but for modesty's sake I will forbear.
By way of update, I'm changing my major...probably. Seeing as how I'm an average student (ok, maybe a smidge above average, but not enough to count), and the nursing program involves competing with over 200 students for 24 spots, well...I don't have the 3.5 required to get in, let alone the 4.0 required to beat the other applicants. So I've decided to pursue and idea that I've been tossing around for a while now. Even though I hate to look like one of the 150 other students who decided that the nursing program was too hard, and will end up going for something like dental hygiene (no offense to hygienists, I love you), I have decided to look into becoming a paramedic. Like I said I've been tossing this idea around for a while. Over summer was when I first started getting the impression that it's more of where I should be, and the idea has slowly taken life, grown a personality, and decided to nag me constantly until I look after it better. It's like, Nursing is the neighbors dog, and she's so cute, but someone just gave me my own little puppy, and though it may not be the purebred labradoodle from next store, my little Paramedic mutt still wants to be taken care of. So I think I'm going to give Nursing one final goodbye, and start falling in love with Paramedic, because he's still adorable and puppy-like, and it could be the start of a beautiful relationship.
There's so much to do in these next eight days, I just might go insane.
Thank you so much to all of my family members who have made this semester possible.
With any luck, I'll manage it even better in the spring.
Much Love,
Katie
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