Double...

I was driving home just now, worrying about several different things in my life, when suddenly, something told me to look up. Over my apartment, stretched between the clouds, sat a double rainbow.

I knew at that time that everything was going to be okay, and there's got to be some luck headed my way.

I'm ready for it, too.

A better life...

There's an oldie running through my head tonight...

"We got to get out of this place. If it's the last thing we ever do. We gotta get outta this place. Girl there's a better life for me and you."

Well, minus the romantic innuendo, that's exactly what I'm feeling right now.

Maybe I'm just tired, exhausted, or frustrated, but even more than in the past while at this job, I am more willing and ready to quit, be fired, or just walk out than ever before.

I am not a quitter. And definitely not the kind of person to ever be fired. But this job is literally killing me I think.

It's not about money, benefits, or title anymore. It's about quality of life.

I feel like I never leave that restaurant. And when I do, they call me with questions, problems, or just because. What did I do to deserve that? :)

I've got to catch the eye of an employer who will see my potential, my desire to achieve and make a difference, and then get them to hire me. Once I'm hired, I'll set boundaries. And if it's the right job, I won't have to.

Until this happens, the song will continue to play. And until the circus music makes me run myself through the bread slicer, I guess I'll continue slinging bagels.

Until the phone rings with the right offer.

Woman vs. Machine

I mowed MY grass for the first time today.

Enter machine.

I borrowed my brother's lawn mower for the day and set out to beautify MY lawn. Dressed to kill in short shorts, bikini top and a cute tank, I set out to execute a task I have accomplished numerous times in my life.

I pushed the lawn mower into the yard, grasped the handle, and started pulling. Once, twice, nothing else. Okay, I can do this.

Pull again.

Once, barely twice, nothing again the third time.

Okay, now I'm starting to get frustrated.

After using a few choice words against the lawn mower, and (of course I would never tell my brother this part...) kicking the stupid thing, I decided to be bigger than the machine.

I sat down, eye to gas tank with the lawn mower. I studied it. Thought about what makes it tick. Gas? Check. Oil? Check. Did I prime it? Yes.

Out of the blue a thought popped into my head. Does it have to be on level ground to start? Bing! The light bulb went on. I jumped up, moved the mower to level ground...first pull, ba-bing! VRROOMMMMM!!!!

SUCCESS!!!!

I struggled two other times with the mower throughout the afternoon, and when I cut the final square of lawn, I released the handlebar, and shouted for no one to hear but me, "And THAT'S how you mow grass!"

After that, I went and bought an electric weed eater with a push button start.

I win.