Happen Chance

I love coincidences =) I swear they make the world go round. Like yesterday, I was calling my local credit union to do a friendly transaction on my car loan, which quite honestly I wasn't too thrilled about. {What's the use of having a father being CEO of the place and the 'convenience' of online banking if neither one of them is willing to help you? Seriously.} So I'm forced to call the call center and explain to them the situation. So I say "Hello, I need to make a payment on my car loan." and she says "What's the account number?" and I say "**insert special number here*** ...and she says "And what's the name on the account?" And I say " It's Kate..."
"KATE!!"(she yells) "...It's Tenille!"

What are the chances it would be one of my best friends (who never told me she transferred to the call center...) who would answer the phone. I love LOVE it. 

Excuse me?

I have a complaint. A big one. THE TWIXs ARE GONE. Does no one else see a problem with this?? The vending-machine-man has come in twice. TWICE. Does he not understand our buildings love for TWIXs? I thought it was apparent by the obvious absense in both vending machines upstairs and downstairs...and the obvious non-consumed-ness of the rest of the products. Yet, there he comes...and there he goes. Leaving our empty stomachs and the empty machine...well...empty. Someone needs to explain to this man how the system works. Supply and Demand. Give the people what they want. If nothing else in the machine is missing except for that one row of TWIXs, then fill it up. In fact, give us two rows.

Take the hint.

Apparently--i suck at this whole blogging thing. Obviously.

**UPDATE**

Remember how I was brave once and emailed my phone number to a stranger?

Well.

Contact was made, a date was went on, and sparks flew. (technically, it was July 4th, so not necessarily between us). But. Consider me accomplished. It is yet to be seen if anything will come of it. But go me.

Candid Camara

Holy Moly. So, today at work? A boy gave me his number. He got one of our business cards wrote down his name number and a little message (in my 6 years of tellering ,this has never happened before...). I got a kick out of it...i'm pretty sure he was pushing 19 years of age and from what I heard, he doesn't speak much English. Needless to say, I am not going to be calling the gentleman, but I keep thinking about his note he wrote. A simple 3 words. "Smile more, ya?"


I can't be certain, but I have a pretty good feeling that I look angry. All the time. I'm generally not. In fact, quite the opposite. But when I'm not talking or when I'm thinking, or working hard, I look very stern. This is not inviting! (this could be a very big factor in that whole 'never getting a phone number given/taken thing'.) I don't want people to think I'm bitter! I swear I'm the happiest person you know!


New conscious effort to look pleasant...without looking psycho. This could be interesting.

Momentous Occasion

I decided to be daring yesterday. Dont' ask me why--after 24 years of being scared and introverted--I decided to contradict my entire being , but I did.

I may or may not have given my phone number to a stranger. Not in the traditional "Hey, here's my number, call me sometime" way...cuz that would be way too easy and logical. And I dont' do easy. Or logical. Besides, you couldn't expect me to completely abandon my fearful tendencies all at once. Baby steps.

So, let me tell you my story. Cuz it's hilarious.

I went to a certain place of business to pick up something that was getting fixed. Walked in. Waited to be helped. Noticed cute boy in the back. Paid for things, and went outside **sidenote--it was pouring rain** So this thing I was picking up, would not cooperate with me, and I couldn't seem to get it into my car. So one of the workers came out, and I asked for his help, he says he has to run in and do something else, and he would be back. But who comes out instead?? Cute boy from the back. So he helps me load my car. We chat for a few minutes (I swear he was flirting). And I leave.

Of course, the whole way home I worked out what I should have said, how I should have acted. And by the time I got home, I had totally worked up my courage. So I google this particular business. find their email. And send them a nice little message saying something like "Hello. I was just wondering if you had any single employees who happened to help a girl with a VW Beetle. If so, could you please give him my number, and see if he wants to take me out. If he's not single, delete this email and please don't mention it to him? Thank you."

I haven't heard back yet. And I'm kinda freaking out. And feeling pretty stupid.

Yay for me, facing my fears.

Observations

• I'm pretty sure my fruit loops cut the roof of my mouth. Is that a legitimate deduction?


• I thoroughly enjoy cutting my 'Snickers' bar into bite sized pieces.


• Couples that make out in my lobby are ridiculous.
  
• I don't really understand that song Peter Paul and Mary sing about the Hammer. I think its weird. "If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning, I'd hammer in the evening, all over this land?" What?


• I also don't understand why this song plays repeatedly over the speakers at work.


• Old/Unattracive/Obese/Awkward/All People should wear clothes in public.

Bon Voyage

I'm gonna be a world traveler. Starting on Friday. That's right. Two days from now, I will be on my way to The Bahamas. I will be enjoying the to and fro of a massive cruise ship. I will be taking full advantage of the all-you-can-eat dinners. I will be taking a million pictures of all things non-Utahn. I will be sitting on the beach with an umbrella topped glass. It will probably be raining, but I will be in my shorts and my swim suit, wearing over-sized sunglasses to keep the percipitation out of my eyes. And I'm excited.

Thoughts for a Sunday...

Strangers in the Night

I had a dream last night. More like a nightmare. Although. I can't really remember any of it, quite honestly.

Nonetheless, I know it ended with me waking up, and someone suddenly grabbing my arm. (Or maybe someone grabbed my arm, and then I woke up?) Either way. It was freakishly realistic. I felt it.

First instinct, I jumped out of bed, shaking. For the split second that i stood there, all I could think was that someone had to be under my bed. I thought about turning on the light to confirm, but the thought of actually finding someone kinda terrified me to an exponential degree. So. I turned and ran to the bathroom instead, locking the door behind me. I sat there, trying to decide what to do...and going back into my bedroom was not sounding like an option. Keep the door locked and sleep on the floor until morning? Go get my room mate? Head for the door and go sleep in my car? The problem with these solutions, is that they all required me to open the bathroom door, and the possibilty that there was someone on the other side, just waiting for me, kept me from moving, or breathing, or flushing the toilet...much less walking out.

I kept telling myself that it was a dream, as lifelike as it seemed. No one was there. No one had snuck into my room. No one was hiding under my bed. Nothing was going to happen. But I couldn't get my heart to slow down and agree with me, or my fear to subside (I'm pretty sure the repercussions of watching "Lost" episodes until 12:30 am) I couldn't convice myself that I had dreamt the whole thing. It didn't feel like a dream.

So I prayed. I prayed that my heart would reach an understanding with my head. I prayed that my imagination would control itself. I prayed for strength; I prayed for comfort. And I prayed for courage. It took me 20 minutes, but I finally managed to calmly make it back into my bed...(after a thorough investigation of my apartment and my bedroom, of course)... I needed help, and I knew it was okay to ask, as ridiculous as it sounded. I knew he would be there for me, because I needed him, and it's always okay to need him, no matter the circumstance.

La La-La La-La...

Work is broken. I was supposed to get off an hour ago, but here I am. Still.

Stupid Computers.

Movin On

I’m sitting in my new apartment. I’m pretty sure I can hear absolutely everything that is going on in every room surrounding me. I’m kinda nervous about this new adventure. (I think the upstairs neighbors are dancing. It’s 11:30 pm. Why are they dancing?) I'm in the middle of the city. And my apartment building looks mighty questionable. I had to fix the sink when I got here. And I forgot I don’t have any towels. I also don’t have a bed yet. There’s a smell that I can’t seem to get rid of--I’ve been spraying air freshener every 10 minutes since I got here. There may also be a spider problem. That can’t be good. Maybe this situation will be temporary. I don’t know yet. It’s only day #1. I've got time to figure it all out. And who knows. Maybe all this place needs is a couple pictures hung on the wall and a plant. And probably earplugs.

.:*Kate*:.