Kit Kats and Moving Walkways

My 3 year old nephew doesn't like to eat his dinner. He doesnt like to eat anything, in fact. The exceptions to this dietary rule of his include crackers, potato chips, and kit kats. I missed the commencement of what is now called the "Clean Plate Club" but quickly caught on while visiting home these past few weeks. Clean plate club means if you eat all of your food you're most likely rewarded with a kit kat.

I'm currently at the Dubai airport for our layover on our way to India. After the 12 hour flight from New York I decided to take a walk around and look at the duty free shops. I couldn't help but notice that Dubai really likes kit kats. I've seen several displays and a wide array of kit kat packaging. I couldnt help but thinking "wow, if Jeremy were in Dubai he would totally eat his dinner."

Megan and I are both like neon white. Neon. So let the staring begin. Men have begun to look at us. I think some of them believe that if they're wearing sun glasses we can't tell they're staring directly at us. But I can sir, I can. On second thought, they actually probably dont care. Its really no big deal. We were warned and we expect it.

But to make the whole thing even more commical... we're spending our layover time on quite comfortable chairs that happen to be lined up parallel to a moving walkway. In New York most people have TBD (please see Ellen's comedy special for reference) and keep walking on the moving walkways, myself included. It seems here, however, a lot of people like to take the opportunity to have a nice rest. So you take this rest, the two neon girls sitting parallel to them, combine them, and what you have is a bunch of people standing still on a moving walkway staring at us from one end of the walkway to the other. Its really a priceless sight.

30 minutes and then a flight to Bangalore :)

all this beauty.

'Be prosperous by offering yajna to the gods,' he said 'for this will bestow upon you everything desirable.'

Forgotten blogs and new jobS

I forgot about this thing. I guess when you have high amounts of stress due to being super poor you don't really think to write whitty things on the internet. Thank you to Jay Malsky for reminding me... Also, my stress level has (temporarily, I'm sure) subsided due to the fact that I HAVE A JOB!!!

WOOHOO!

I am not an employee of a cute little bar in Tucson. I will serve people drinks. I will wear a green shirt with a logo, khakis, a belt, and white sneakers. At the risk of sounding like I'm complaining (because really, I have a job, will pay my bills, and dont want to complain about it...) if someone said to me "Kim, if you had to choose the outift you would least likely want to wear, what would it be?" I would probably say "Hmm, well Person, probably a polo shirt with a logo, khakis, a belt, and white sneakers." But thats ok. I will wear them, I will smile, and I will chat with the patrons of Tucson.

So, not only am I an employee of a cute little bar in tucson... After 2 and a half months of not being able to find a job I had another interview today for which I believe I will be offered the job. Jobless for months, then 2 jobs. The second one is for a cute little cafe where the owner reminds me a Jane Lynch. Due to the overwhelming credit card debt I've recently put myself in I think it would be smart to work both jobs until term starts, pay off the debt I've accumulated since moving to Tucson, and then keep whichever one will work better with my DM schedule once term starts.

I should hear from Jane Lynch by Sunday, and if I dont, she told me to call her. And I shall...

New Year.

Since it is the first day of a new year, the first day of a new decade - I can't help but be reminded of the Fiona Apple song: Better Version of Me (lyrics below)

The nickel dropped
When I was on
My way beyond
The Rubicon
What did I do

And of the games that I can handle
None are ones worth the candle
What can I do

I'm a frightened, fickle person
Fighting, cryin', kickin', cursin'
What should I do

Oooh, after all the folderol,
And hauling over coals stops
What will I do

Can't take a good day without a bad one
Don't feel just to smile until I've had one
Where did I learn

I make a fuss about a little thing
The rhyme is losing to the riddling
Where's the turn

I don't want a home, I'd ruin that
Home is where my habits have a habitat
Why give it a turn

Oh, after all the folderol
And hauling over coals stops
What did I learn

I am likely to miss the main event
If I stop to cry or complain again
So I will keep a deliberate pace
Let the damned breeze dry my face

Oh, mister, wait until you see
What I'm gonna be
I've got a plan, a demand and it just began
And if you're right, you'll agree

Here's coming a better version of me
Here it comes a better version of me
Here it comes a better version of me

Now, I dont necessarily agree with having to make a new years resolution. Jay and I had a talk about this yesterday. I mean, why make a promise to yourself that you're not going to keep right? If anything, make a first week of the new year resolution and then keep it after that if you can. But I still think the song is a good 2010 anthem. I mean, seriously, how much do we miss by pouting? I can't speak for anyone else but I know that I waste tons and tons of time wallowing in the stupidest things. Therefore this will be my 2010 anthem... for the first week... and then I'll keep it after that if I can.

Its a new decade. I feel clean, I feel fresh. (I also feel jobless and poor but I believe that will soon change) I hope everyone else does too. (minus the jobless and poor) Sometimes you have to fake happy until you feel it for real. Then when you do - hold on to that fucker and dont let go.

I LOVE ANNE!

I am happy to report that I will be meeting with Anne on Monday morning at 9:30 to see if we can find a "good opportunity" for me!!!

I. LOVE. ANNE.

Mystery Books and Swine Flu Jobs

I read a book titled: Jennifer Jones is Sick of Being Single. I think thats what its called anyway. I dont have the energy to get up and see if thats what its really called. Anyway, it was really funny. Like, crazy funny in the beginning to the point where I was laughing out loud while reading it and people thought I may be crazy. I mean, I might be crazy but its not for the laughing out loud while reading a book reason. So, if you have $14 and want to laugh you should read the book. Hopefully I got the title right and you can find it. If there is an alternate book called Jennifer Jones is Sick of Being Single and it wasn't the one I was talking about then I hope you enjoy your new book that I havent read!



I'm still jobless. I've handed in about 15 applications and/or resumes. No one is hiring... or no one is hiring me. Its becoming a pain and I'm beginning to have anxiety. No one wants to hire during the holidays. Its sad, really. Today I called Anne at The Temp Connection. I sent Anne my resume and she said she'll look at it and "see what we can do." Thanks Anne. I have to call her back in about an hour so we can "talk some more." On my resume Anne will see that I've worked with Domestic Violence victims and Cancer Patients. Next perhaps Anne will have me working with Pig flu victims or something. She'll be like "oh, this girl is good with disasters - Swine flu!" I dont want to leave the AZ so please, Anne, find me a job.



Other than that nothing is really going on. I'm working on some classes, trying to excel at Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook, and failing miserably at Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook. I took a yoga class with a teacher that I really liked. He kind of kicked my ass. So I'm going to go back again tonight to get my ass handed to me again. Woohoo! I sometimes sit near our Christmas tree and thats a little bit comforting. I still want to take pictures of where I am and put them online but I still don't have the hook-up for my camera. I should get a new one but girls without jobs cant go around buying camera hook ups. (Please Anne, please, this is an emergency!)



Ok, just for the sake of having a picture for people to look at I looked up the wonder-book and I was most certainly wrong about the title. It is NOT Jennifer Jones - Its Jennifer Johnson. Close enough...

the project continues... also, my mom is awesome.

The Project Continues...

I've now put in an application or a resume (yes, a resume to make coffee... I dont know...) to 8 different cafes. To my unpleasant surprise none of them said "Wow Kim, you're awesome we want to hire you right away! Here is an apron for you to put on..." I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. My bank account is swiftly dwindling. I really need to have a job before I don't have enough to drive the car back across the country. I'm not there yet but it probably won't take long.

also, my mom is awesome.

That being said, I have probably the coolest mom ever who is way more supportive than she needs to be. So no one be nervous that I'll end up in a gutter somewhere hungry and cold.

Thats really about it. Nothing else is going on. I'm bored. I'm meditating. I'm job hunting. I'm not spending money. I just put a whole bunch of old music on my ipod...most of which makes me laugh.