a different direction.

I can still remember my very first day of my very first real job. I wore my favorite jeans and my brown and pink Converse. I met the manager outside before the theater opened and we walked into the rest of my life. I’ve had a job since I was fourteen. And now, as I’m filling out the millionth and seventh job application, I can’t help but wonder want exactly it all is for. Money? Money is annoying. Childish. And full of germs.

I put on my (okay, it’s Holly’s) favorite blue skirt and my new oatmeal colored shirt, slipped on my cheetah flats, and finished off the look with one of my signature headbands. After a quick ‘good luck’ from my roommate Lynsie I was off to a job interview. Exactly an hour later, they called me saying that they were ‘going in a different direction’. Um. Hello? What direction am I exactly? Up? Down? North? West? After the call, I made a resume online and applied for more jobs.  As Taylor Swift stated ‘we’ve got bills to pay…we’ve got nothing figured out’.

Attractive man update: One waved at me while I was mixing a chocolate Frostie with a vanilla Frostie, creating a fantastic twisty cone, and it was melting on my (um, they were Holly’s) jeans. I ran too hard that morning, got sick, and had exactly ten minutes to shower and get to class. Maybe college guys like the ‘natural’ look?

What direction am I? What direction are you?