The Secret's Out.

So...apparently people have found out I semi-have a blog.

Hi Mom. (and Emily.)

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.