GlossyVeneer

Okay, so I have been reading this other girl’s blog. And she wrote one entry about how she was going to England and she bought new sandals to wear. I told her, she may want regular shoes. I said this, because when I went there, there were (American) tourists throwing food on the ground and the pigeons were all over, eating it and taking dumps all over the ground. I know I wouldn’t want my bare toes near it. Well, she immediately turned it around and said that she didn’t want to “wear Nikes” because she didn’t want to “look like an American” because “Europeans don’t like Americans”, “probably because we say their countries are dirty.” Well, I don’t like people that take a simple suggestion made with simple intentions and twist it around so that the other person sounds stupid and they sound like they are a grand, wonderful, enlightened individual that has somehow reached this exalted zen-like state that the rest of the world should be trying to attain. I’m not going to even direct you to this girl’s blog, cause she seems to thrive on her hit counter being pumped up. Freak.

Kevin had to go take a test this morning for a job he applied for. He applied to be a 911 dispatcher. It pays pretty well (for our area) and it would give him something to do. I just don’t want him to have to work all kinds of wacky hours. I feel kind of bad, because if I hadn’t gotten my current job and made him move, he would still have a job. Of course, then I would still be in a job that depressed me…

Speaking of my old job, not one of my former co-workers called or wrote or emailed me about my wedding. The crazy thing is they knew both Kevin and me, because we both worked there. We got a card from Kevin’s co-workers at his last place of employment and I didn’t know them. I thought all those people at the TV station were my friends. I’m hurt.