The first two weeks of not working has been incredible and relaxing, however I don't want to do it anymore. I fill my days with window shopping and obsessing over crazy soaps on TV. Now that I am stress free... kinda... I want to be back at work! As much as I love hanging out with a huge dog that sleeps for that majority of the day, I think I am ready for something a little more exciting.
Today I woke up from a restless sleep. My nights are filled with nightmares of snakes, so I practically was up all night. I awoke to Beckett barking at nothing. I ran out to the living room, but he was in fact lying on his bed barking at nothing. I went into the kitchen had my morning coffee and some toast and popped in Desperate Housewives. Just as Susan was deciding if she loved Mike or Ian, I felt a huge pressure from the bridge of my nose pop and a liquid sensation began to drip out, bright red. I held the paper towels with as much pressure as I could trying to get the bleeding to stop, but it didn't. For the next hour and half I spent shoving cotton balls in my upper lip and a bag full of ice on the back of my neck. Pleasant.
Finally the bleeding slowed then stopped. I sat down and started job searching and applying for jobs, I have even stooped to the level of retail cashiering... ugh! I am motivated as I need some stories to blog about. Obviously my days are filled of "dramadies" and puppy snoring.

I have recently joined a new club, to network and such, called Club U (the "U" stands for ultra super cool... or unemployed). OK, so I lied about being in the club to network, but it seems to be a popular group, because people keep joining... ah the economy.
Since joining this particular club, I moved to sunny Arizona in hopes to ditch the group and make some money... you know to pay off those pesky college lending agencies. Well, I have been here a week and to my surprise NO ONE is fighting over my resume. I can't believe it, I mean I have a college degree from an accredited private university. Who wouldn't want to hire an Organizational Communication major from Kirkland, Washington? I mean that is a hot commodity. What's even more impressive, is that my professional experience is booming. I mean, I have worked in three different fields in the last two years; Hospitality, Health Care, and Non-profit. My value of loyalty is really exceptional, because I only willingly left one of those "careers."
I had some interviews in Olympia, before I moved, but none of the employers wanted to hire a quick-witted receptionist. OK, so, I wasn't SUPER bummed that Mr. Sparky's One Hour Heating and Air didn't hire me. Somehow I couldn't actually imagine me answering the phone, "Good afternoon, Mr. Sparky's, this is Trina how can I brighten your day," without laughing hysterically... maybe if I were blonde.
Most of my interviews went like this:

Interviewer: Oh, so you went to Northwestern University?
Me: Ha! I wish, no it's Northwest University.
Interviewer: Wait... what's the difference?
Me: (rolling my eyes and sighing) Northewestern is in Chicago. Northwest is a private college in Kirkland.
Interviewer: Where's Kirkland (said in disgust)?
Me: (thinking to myself if people in Olympia EVER get out of their bubble and look at a map) Kirkland is on the eastside of Seattle, by Bellevue and near Microsoft campus. That is actually where Costco started. (It sounds rehurst, because it is)

Yeah, then it's pretty much down hill from there.

However, being an active member in Club U, I have been able to explore many extra caricular activities. I am expanding my cooking abilities and often take take trips to the grocery store with my sister. I have been to the store about four times in the last week. Today, I went alone. I'm making a Jello "Poke" Cake.
I took up swimming, well really lounging in the pool.
Finally, I am watching four women try to solve a mysterious case in the form of Desperate Houswives Season one. However, this morning I put the final episodes in wanting to see how the season ends only to have the disc freeze and the entire dvd player along with it! Is Gabbi really pregnant? Will Paul Young attempt to silence Susan? What of Mike... and all that... tension? I think it may have been a good break, because I am writing on my blog instead.
The way I see it everyone has a Club U tv show addiction. My friend had an addiction to All My Children; my dad watched countless episodes of the Andy Griffith Show; last October I fell into a 24 obsession. I think my dreams were actually narrated by Kiefer Sutherland... no, but I wish they were!
I hope to leave the club soon, so that I can get a real life! Club U kinda stinks... kinda.