actual childhood toy

Life wasn't as I liked it as a Kelly Girl temp after all.  Today I took Frank up on his challenge to me to do something better and put in my notice.  I did it without telling Nigel, but he was very supportive.  "Congratulations for putting up with it for so long" he texted me.  Today was my last day.  What am I going to do?  I'm not sure.  What I'm not going to do is sit around and watch Richard and Judy.  I'm not going to stoop to such lows this time.  I'm not ready to look for a new job yet.  Perhaps I'll pursue some of the interests I've listed on the "interests" section of my CV.  Things I forgot I did until I looked at it yesterday.  Printmaking and Bookbinding for example.  Yes, I remember I did have those interests!  It was easy to keep going to work week after week by telling myself that it was a temp job and I could quit anytime I want, but after 10 months it was looking like anything but temporary.  So I quit.  Ha!  That's the beauty of temping.

I'm going to miss my friends of course, but I'm sure I'll keep in touch with them.  I'm also going to miss crazy old people trying to sell their shares, or buy "points" or whatever.  Crazy old people who think I'm Scottish or Australian.  "She does talk funny Stuart, she sounds like a foreigner".  Ah, phone work.... But I'm sure there will be crazy old people in real life too.

It's been exactly a year since I graduated from UT.  I'm feeling a bit introspective.  Things turned out a lot differently than I had planned.  Wasn't I going to learn how to drive this year?  Didn't I get my BS in Education to ... um, teach?  Wasn't I going to keep in touch with all of my friends?  When I sold my little honda, I told myself that I would use the money to buy a Vespa, but where did that money go?  Since I started at the Company (halifax sharedealing limited if you must know) I haven't had much time to do anything.  This week I'm going to do things that I've neglected to do the past 10 months such as get my haircut.  Maybe I'll even see if I can challenge my attention span to something a little more testing than TV. 

listening to:  Prince - Around the World in a Day

reading: Umberto Eco - Misreadings

secretly craving: a mochalatta chill from Cinnabon and to shop for new underwear at Victoria's Secret*.

*ladies, despite the fact that VS used to advertise themselves as "Victoria's Secret London", there is not, nor has ever been a VS in London or anywhere else in England.  I fell for this.  If you wear any cup size over C, bring your bras with you or all you'll be able to find is cotton beige and white ones.  Oh, and that'll cost you $40 thank you ma'am.  Tsk tsk.