The Next Great Adventure

Big news, Peeps.

This week, I made a life decision, which could either turn out to be amazing, adventurous, wonderful, and life changing, or it could turn out to be monumentally disastrous and an epic fail.

For those of you that know me, or are at least familiar with me, or have at least read the “about me” on the right side of this page, you’ll see that I am a Boston Red Sox fan ‘trapped’ by life’s circumstance (and the fact that I was born and raised here) in, let’s face it, Yankee country.

Well, that is about to change, my friends.

This week I applied for a job in Boston, Massachusetts.

(One that I am likely to get, btw.  I wouldn’t put this out there without you guys thinking that it was just a whim.)

I’m not even going to lie a little, I am a scared mess right now.  Honestly, if I were a caricature, I’d be the tiny little Chihuahua teetering on the brink of a nervous break down, backed up into a corner and nervously peering from side to side.  Everyone keeps saying that I should be excited, and this is going to be an adventure, and what I’ve always dreamed of doing, and I am, don’t get me wrong, but with that excitement comes the nervous-I’m-going-to-vomit feeling and doubt.

What if I can’t do it?

What if I fail?

I’m terrified of failing, ending up homeless and living on a bench in Boston Common.  What would I even do?  I would be pitiful.  Thankfully, my friend live there and I hope hope hope that they wouldn’t let me become destitute and a bum, (how would I write the Awesome Blog?!?!?!?!?!?!) but you never know.

I would love to hear from any of you who’ve ever decided to just up and move away from everyone and everything you’ve ever known.  Do you have a success story? How about an epic fail?

Mystery, Inc.

This is really a short post that goes out to my Mystery, Inc. buddies.

Recently, I've discovered how much I despise going to work, so much so that I sit in my car before I get there, look up at the big white letters that spell out our name, and physically try to convince myself to get out of the car and go punch in.

Sometimes, though, I am surprised with small moments of deja vu, which reminds me why I really enjoyed working here in the first place.  My co-workers are a bunch of characters, and not just the cafe family:

Me - obviously.
Meggles - The socially awkward, but totally lovable, panicky dork.
Kymiah Dawson - The sheriff of these here parts, with her pink badge.  Love her guts.
SuperD*ve - Crazy Asian Pacific Islander.
Merejiah - I partially despise, and partially idolize.
Nai - My Friday Night buddy who is always rushing me out because "I need to get down to Rutgers."

Plus all the secondary characters like Music, the rest of the Managers, and the occasional comments from the cash wrap area like "Sunshine, maybe the announcements are better left to the professionals."

::shakes my head::

I hate going to work, but I love my crew.  They make it bearable.

Nia - Will Work for Beer!

Merejiah - Will commit evil deeds for $
>:-)

Thanks, guys. <3

Sunshine... Queen of India.

Well, Peeps.  Maybe my time here on the interwebs has come to an end.

The other morning I had to stop for gas before making the ardous trek to work.  I really despise getting gas in the morning because aside from the fact that I AM SO NOT A MORNING PERSON, there comes the part where I am still not in touch with my vocabulary *and* my morning coffee, so I am like half-a-Sunshine. 

I roll up to the pump and smile like I always do to the station attendant, because lets face it, most people aren't very nice to the gas station people.  They're always treated with disrespect and never told to 'have a nice day' or given a 'thank you' so I try to make sure I'm polite, gracious, and friendly.

I guess I'm too friendly.

The man at the gas station down the street from my house has lately been asking me a lot of personal questions like 'where do you live', 'are you in school', 'where do you work', etc.  Well, this most recent trip to the gas station he asked me whether I was married and/or had any children.  I told him definitely not. I am WAY too young for marriage. He laughed and asked if I had a boyfriend.

I said not really. I was hoping to just drive away and leave, but he wouldn't stop! "You don't get along very well?"

:::Gives the deadpan stare:::

Ummm. Right!  Well, call me a horrible lesbian, but I just went along with it.  It's not like its so easy to tell an older Indian man who gives my car the breath of life once a week that I think boys are icky, I mean come on!

(I am laughing as I type this right now.)

I said something like 'I'm just looking for the right one... A good one.'
He said 'I am looking for a good girl, too.' 

I'm pretty sure that was a proposition.  I immediately made my way out of there as fast as possible, and was creeped beyond belief, but on further reflection (and talking with my favorite jewrican), I have decided that we are in a recession and I should be ashamed of myself!  Maybe he's a King in India or something?! So, as of now, I will be planning my wedding and my future as royalty... maybe.

Or maybe not.

Crown Jewels

Ladies and gentlemen.... oh, who am I kidding, Peeps, we're not that classy around here.  This is what's goin' down:  Someone thinks I'm a "Kreativ Blogger" and I deserve pretty, shiny, picturey awards!

The rules of this bad boy are to share seven random things about myself, answer some [personal, or not so since I blog about almost everything] questions, and pass it around, woot!

Share 7 random things about myself:

-I love country music.  I can totally get down to Rascal Flatts, Dixie Chicks, and Garth Brooks.

-I do NOT like chocolate sprinkles.  If I go for sprinkles, it's gotta be rainbow.

-I am full of astronomical trivia.  I can tell you why the sky is blue.

-I like peach snapple, but I don't like peaches, and I do like nectarines.

-Sometimes, when I pull up to the big white lines that go across the road, I feel like Paul Walker from Fast and the Furious. 

-My left hand is numb right now.

-My eye twitches when I get stressed out. 

Answer the following questions:

Fav. Color: Yellow.

Fav. Song: Right now, it's "Stereo Hearts" by Gym Class Heroes

Fav. Dessert: Pecan Pie

Biggest Pet Peeve: Being Interrupted.

When you are upset you: keep it in until I can't handle it anymore, then vent at anyone in the vicinity.

Fav. Pet: Dogs

Black or white: Yellow.

Biggest Fear: Animals that Fly

Best Feature: My eyes

Every attitude: I don't know that this means. 

What is perfection?: Seeing the flaws and looking past them. 

Guilty Pleasure: Cheesy romance movies and Disney movies.

I am going to pass this along to my most favorite poet ever, Runaway Sentence, who does amazing things with words. 

<3 

Thank you very much, miss Ashley at She Who Will Be Tamed, for taking the time to think I am worthy of such fabulousness. You're great!