I love my job!

I just want to say how much I love my job. 


**I love that I get to help people on a daily basis.


**I love feeling important.


***I LOVE that all my coworkers trust me so much.


**I love being a problem solver.


**I love visiting with the residents and making them feel important.


**I love being done with my work day in the early afternoon.


***I love providing for myself.


**I just love life, because I feel validated with my job!

I have come off CONQUEROR!

So....
This week I found a bug in my dishwasher....an itsy bitsy little black bug. 

Understand that I have a deal with all bugs. If you enter my house, I have the right to kill you. If you don't come inside my house, you will live a long, long buggy life....


So, I was totally justified in my next actions. 


I closed the dishwasher, after dumping some dishwasher detergent and bleach inside, turned all the settings on the highest temperature, and turned on the heat dry.


Fast forward 45 minutes....no more bug.


I win!

If....if is good.... :)

Random thought. 


Richest man in the world has $74 billion. Bill Gates is worth about $56 billion. Warren Buffet is worth $50 billion.


If you had just $1 billion, what would you do with it?

This is what I'd do:


1. Pay off all debt. (especially, student loans! ugh...)
2. Pay off my parent's debt (especially, their house)
3. Buy myself a 2002 Honda CRV
4. Give some money to my siblings for college (but, not enough to pay for all of college. Maybe, just pay parts of it, because, I definitely value my college education and every thing I learned...especially since I had to work all throughout college to make ends meet. But, learning hard work is priceless....now. If only my dad could hear me say that, I think he could die a very happy man.) 
5. Save. (And this would make my mom a very happy woman. She's always telling me to save some money...)


Why would I save? Because I know that things come up, that are very unexpected, and it's such a pain in the butt when it happens. 


PS. I would keep my job. I love my job. I love working. But, not to have the stress of making sure I work enough hours? That would be lovely.


So, what would you do?

Cars.....suck...too bad I'm addicted to mine...

Seriously. 


These sort of moments always happen to me.


But, this is what makes life interesting, right?


So, on Sunday morning, I was driving to work. (Which by the way, was 5am. I have the early shift.)


So, I'm driving down the road, about 1 mile from my apartment, and my tire blows. 


Awwww. crap.


This sucks. 


So, I pull the car all the way to the curb, and I stop. 


Where are the hazard lights? Where's the freaking hazard light button?!?!


I can't find the hazard light button. 


Shoot. Well, it's probably okay, because, it's Sunday morning at 5:15 am. There's no one on the road anyway....


So, I call Aunt Denise, because I'm freaking out, and don't realize that it's really Sunday, and she is asleep and not awake like I am. I'm trying to get the spare out of the trunk, as she answers the phone and sits on the phone with me as I'm freaking out, and having a total brain fart where I can't remember how to change a tire. 


Who forgets how to change a tire? It's not like it's rocket science!


Oh, did I mention that I'm completely acclimated to Arizona climate? Because, on this Sunday, it is about 40 degrees and raining. And, I'm FREEZING! And, wearing a skirt. And have no jacket. 


So, I'm on the ground, working on getting the jack situated and manage to get the jack in the correct spot. 


I'm jacking the car up, and it's working just perfect.


Then, as I'm about to unscrew the first lugnut, the jack breaks, and the car comes back to the ground. 


I start to break down. Is this really happening? 


Luckily, Aunt Denise and Uncle Joseph come to my rescue. While I wait, I call back into work, telling them I'm going to be really late, if I can get my car back together.
After a complete breakdown moment with my boss on the phone, a police officer stops. (because I finally found the hazard light knob...that doesn't have a hazard light symbol on it. ugh.)


He tells me I can't be on the side of the road I'm on. 


I explain my whole predicament. I tried to change the tire 30 minutes before, but the jack broke, and I'm late for work, which is a 45 minute drive away, I'm cold, I'm hormonal, and I don't know what to do!
He tells me I need to move my car around the corner to the side street. He helps me move everything BACK into the trunk, and I move my car. 


Then, HE LEAVES!! HE LEAVES!

HE LEFT ME STRANDED THERE!!!! 


In the RAIN! 


COLD!

DARK!

ALONE!


Really, Mr. Police Officer? I thought you were nice.....


I cry. 




Then, Aunt Denise and Uncle Joseph save the day.
I get to work.
I work.
I go to WalMart and get a new tire...with insurance on it. 


The end.

BLISS!

So, pretty much, when I saw this on my homepage yesterday, I laughed really hard. It was about 3pm in Mesa, and it was 70 degrees. BG was only 34, and Rexburg was 23...

tehehehe....

and, I thought it was kind of chilly when I walked to the mailbox barefoot and wearing shorts and a t-shirt...

Take that, you people in Washington and Idaho who thought I was crazy to move to AZ!

Who's suffering now?

WHAT? HUH? Really?

I can make this:





blindfolded.




But I can't make THIS:







Or this:





to save my life. What's up with that?

Who Woulda Thunk?

So, pretty much, I never thought about how living in my own apartment would be that much different from living in my college apartment. 


But, I love watching my different neighbors during my comings and goings. 


There is one lady who lives in the building directly across from my living room window. No matter what time it is, she is always sitting on her patio, talking on the phone....
Well, sometimes, she's sitting in a plastic lawn chair in front of her apartment...talking on the phone. 


But, I have come to appreciate the fact, that whether I'm coming or going, whether it's 5am, or 11pm, Ms. Talk-a-Holic is a constant in my new life.


And, I thought I talked a lot....