No Espanol

Today I worked on the cash register myself. It was fun :-)

Most significant was my exchange with a woman who spoke very very little English. I mean, she was spelling out her name and address to me in spanish. Picture me saying the spanish alphabet like a preschooler! It was so funny for me because a year before I was teaching preschoolers the English alphabet and now here I was trying to remember what letter "hota" was. It was definitely one of those moments where I learned more from her than she probably learned from me. And when she apologized and said "no English" I replied "no Espanol" and we laughed. Good-humored laughter needed no translation.

It's a reminder that when kids are learning English language it's like learning a new language!
I have never ever taken a formal Spanish class. French was the romance language of my choice. My first introduction to Spanish coursework was when I was 11 and my older sister asked me to do her Spanish homework for her. (I did it with the help of a Spanish-English dictionary).

Definitely I will brush up on my Espanol, because "hota" is the letter J, not the numero 8.

That moment you realize what the song really says >_<

It's not so bad

So much going on! So little sleep so I must be quick.

I'm officially done with all the paperwork for my job. But haven't done orientation or work yet. From past experience, I'm waiting for that first day to consider myself "employed".

I'm also officially a volunteer note taker. So I'm doing a good deed and getting a stipend, which is swell because I need every penny I can get.

I've learned to not complete job applications after 10pm. My brain goes to thoughts of sleep.

I did a swell job on my PowerPoint presentation! Got an A, and also an A in the exam so I'm happy. I'm so happy because I didn't wait until the end of the semester to present and stress about it.

I did well on my other exams too, already another A and the other grade pending.
Tomorrow is yet another exam, and one more on Monday.
So no sleep for the weary until Tuesday.

I've also been on a cooking spree. On Tuesday I'm going to try making salmon for the first time. O.o

Overall I'm stressed but blessed. I feel this year coming together, and when I feel low talking to people helps. I joined the women's club which seems to be mostly chit chat for now, but even that is helpful to reduce stress as it widens your point of view. I will be blogging for them too, which is exciting.

So to bed I go... Pray for me to do well tomorrow!

Day Break

I can't sleep. And now I'm hungry.
I feel asleep relatively early at 10pm a and woke up around 3:30am. I showered, for some water and looked through some apps to pass time. For an hour I've been trying to go back to sleep and can't. I keep dreading  working at sears, hoping another job offer comes up, thinking about what I'm going to make to eat and all the studying I have to do this week.
I don't feel stressed, just short on time.
I'm thinking I should make an early day of it. Go make breakfast, watch pride and prejudice, do yoga sleep around 10am then study and head to class.

No use laying here ruminating on the less pleasant things in my life. I think I have a propensity to sulking. Or I have SAD. God knows I miss me some warm weather and baby blue skies, laying out in central park and feeling the warm sand between my toes on a sunny day at the beach.

Courting like a Gentleman

I'm sitting here watching millionaire matchmaker. And I'm pleasantly surprised by this one guy who I thought was an empty barrel. He started off playing up his net worth and his wrestling persona, even saying that he likes when women fight over him because it just goes to show there must be something about it. I was not impressed. **double Mckayla Maroney face.**

But and a big but!
He turned out to have a sweet and funny side. He left a trail of skittles for her to follow into a yoga studio where they did a private session. Then he took her to dinner and called her dad while on the date to chat. It was sweet, he was humble, and he didn't drop money/status hints.
I'm kinda jealous :-) not for him, but that's a great first date for me (especially if he left me some skittles).

I'm that girl who grew up prizing independence and not seeing men display affection. It turns me off when a guy doesn't try to be affectionate, especially in a thoughtful way. I don't expect money will be an object for me in the future so I don't want someone who thinks money is enough to hold my attention.

Sigh. Hoping it happens for me.

Pride and Unemployment

Job hunting is not for the faint of heart.
I've had great interviews, no call backs. And so many more resumés sent out. It is frustrating, because although my availability is now limited, I cannot seem to find anything to offer upward mobility or jobs that pay well.

At this point, I need something...dare I say anything. My wallet is only good for carrying an ID right now. And so in that vein I applied to Sears as a cashier. I don't frown on a hard day's work, but I had to control my facial muscles as the interviewer (who looked to be in my age group) explained that although the position is not entry level I seem to be "a promising young woman. It pays $7.25 an hour (minimum wage) and I'll have to prove myself to her."

Did I mention I have a Bachelor of Science degree?

My tuition cost more per hour than this job. Breakfast costs more than the minimum wage, and gas is not far off.


But I will go on in prayer. All things in God's time.

fatigued

I've been sick with the flu, and slowed down by abdominal and shoulder pain. My opinion of school, work, and NY has become worse. I just cant bother with school anymore, A&P and Physics are kicking my butt! I'll be grateful to pull off a B.
Volunteering feels like a chore, I have a crappy class schedule 5 days a week. So when I gt a day off I'm volunteering. NY feels too rushed/cold to live...

My mom told me that she heard a story recently. Someone asked a homeless man on the train how he feels being homeless. He answered that its the tired and sleeping people on their way to work that are homeless because they cant live in their house. They work 2-3 jobs just to pay the mortgage.