Everything I Learned About Life, I Learned From My Internship

I'm learning very valuable life lessons from my internship (of which I'm 3/8 done with, thank you very much!). Here they are in no particular order:

• You won't click with everyone, especially your superiors. Don't feel inferior, but don't settle for their over-bearing authoritativeness either. Be cordial and flexible. [I feel like this one might apply to who I choose as a future husband. Of course I'll choose someone I connect with, but he'll still have habits or whatever that don't coincide with my style].
• Life doesn't always run by your schedule. Oftentimes, your agenda is at the mercy of others. [Can we say future kids?!]
• Eventually, a trial will be over. Even though it sometimes stinks, go with the flow and remember that it will be done with sooner or later. [Lifelong application, no doubt].
• MONEY ROCKS! [Unpaid work doesn't rock].
• Life is like a bunch of hoops. You gotta jump through them (with finesse and acrobatics) to get anywhere. [Sorry, Forest Gump, your chocolate got trumped].
• Try your hardest to do things right the first time. [Backtracking is the pits].

And for your viewing and listening pleasure, a song that ties into this post:

Random-O

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I think the word "random" is overused. That's why I added an -O on the end of it in my title, just to make it a little more original. Did it work?

Anyway, some random-o thoughts from the day:

• I had a really good work-day.
• The lead singer of LFO ("I like girls that wear Abercrombie and Fitch...blah blah blah") died of cancer.
• I dropped off an application for a preschool teaching job this afternoon.
• I saw a couple of hot-air balloons in the crisp morning air today.
• Tomorrow's FRIDAY!
• Sometimes, I'm not smarter than a fifth grader.
• I still have a cold.
• Celebrating nephew's one-year birthday tomorrow!

Write Something About Yourself

You know that "write something about yourself" box underneath your picture on Facebook? It's such a little mystery to me. Some people actually use it as a short bio. Some enter clever little quotes. Some people make jokes out of it, like since it says "write something about yourself," someone might put "something about yourself" because it's--well--telling you to write something about yourself. And then some people just leave it alone. I change mine occasionally, most always with a little saying or quote. I never actually write something about myself.

What do you think this little box tells about someone's personality? What do you have in yours?

Mine currently says:
Rule number one is, don't sweat the small stuff. Rule number two is, it's all small stuff. ~Robert Eliot

I'm really trying hard right now not to stress so much over work. It's just dang hard not to when it consumes my life. But I'm hoping this little reminder in my box helps me.

Sick Post

And I don't mean that this post is gonna be sick, as in cool. I mean that I'm feeling under the weather, and that I have some thoughts that I wanna get down.

First of all, I'm ill. I felt a cold coming on Sunday night, and sure enough, it was in full swing by last night. It took me a whole three hours to fall asleep. While laying there I had the thought, "I should miss work tomorrow. I have a cold and the whole sleep thing isn't happening, so it's probably in my best interest to stay home SLASH 4-day weekend, baby!" [ignore that little sneaky thought].

Of course, though, I still woke up at 6:30 because I had to call everyone and their mailman notifying that I wouldn't be coming in today. That was fun. But other than that, I've been computering, sleeping, and reading (gasp!). Yeah, not a reader. Not the least bit. I'd rather actually do something than sit on my keister looking at black ink on white pages. But, today, I went against my better self, and read a little Sheri Dew. She said some things that I needed.

First, she mentioned Doctrine and Covenants 78: 17-18:
17 Verily, verily, I say unto you, ye are as little children, and ye have not as yet understood how great blessings the Father hath in his own hands and prepared for you;



18 And ye cannot bear all things now; nevertheless, be of good cheer, for I will lead you along. The kingdom is yours and the blessings thereof are yours, and the riches of eeternity are yours.
 
And then she quoted the brilliant and spiritual-beyond-compare Elder Jeffrey R. Holland:
"We fear that God in his heaven, with all of his urgent national and international, galactic and intergalactic business, is certain to be occupied with things other than your hopes and happiness. I do not know exactly how he does it, but...my testimony...is that nothing in this universe is more important to him than your hopes and happienss.... When we pass through the veil, it will be thrilling to learn how God watches over us and cares for us, how he knows our every thought. For now it is enough to know simply that he does it."
 
 
Aren't those prophetic words uplifiting and a half?!
 
Oh, and not to brag, but Elder L. Tom Perry is presiding at my stake conference next month.

Pick, Pick, Pick (Part II)

My dear bishop at church today: "How's your love life?"

Me: "It's not there."

Him: "I just have a hard time believing that." (This must be the 2,549th time I've heard this or something similar).

Me: "It's all in the Lord's timing. How's your love life?"

Him: "I think my wife still loves me!"



How else does a single react to these kinds of sentiments of others?

Pick, Pick, Pick

I talked to a friend the other night who says that I'm too picky when it comes to guys. He said that guys don't change, and that I'm disillusioned if I think that they will. If they liked poop when they were teenagers, they'll still like poop as they (dare I say mature?) into their 20s and beyond. He said that I will not find a guy who doesn't pass gas from either exit often, no matter what. That's just what guys do.

Okay, I mean, I understand all of this to a certain extent. But I don't want (here comes the pickyness) a pig for crying out loud (and that's totally not selective anyway)! And you think a guy would tone it down a touch if he became interested in a girl and eventually married her, right? Right?! Or am I totally wrong? I could be,  as yours truly doesn't have any brothers and that missing testosterone may be skewing my perspective.

Happy, Level-headed, and Moral

Those are the three adjectives I used to describe myself this afternoon in response to a mock interview question.

My teacher asked for volunteers to sit in three chairs in the front of the classroom to be asked sample interview questions that a prospective teacher may be asked when applying for a teaching position. Two students in my class readily volunteered. I wasn't one of them. He made me be the third. Lovely. The first mock interviewee was David. He was asked what his classroom discipline plan would look like. He did well. Rose was next. My teacher asked her--oh heck, I can't even remember right now (that's how exhausted I am right now), but it was a good education-related question and she had a good answer.

[ugh, that makes me mad that I can't think of it right now. it'll hit me at 3 a.m.]

And then it was my turn. I was way nervous. I hate being put on the spot. I do well when I have time to think, but not only did I not have time to think, but I was also wiped out. My question: Describe yourself using three adjectives. Before I had the chance to say something, Rose piped up, "Beautiful, smart..." so I kinda played off of that, but my teacher was serious, so I went with happy and level-headed. And then my friend, Lisa, looked at me and said "moralistic." She knows I'm a goody-two-shoes Mormon, so heck, I said that I was moral.

Phew! I got the easy question!

How would YOU describe yourself using only three adjectives (in a job interview, have you)?