It was only a matter of time

...until I developed a for-real, visceral crush on a gay boy. 

Ugh.  This sucks.  We work together.  He went to my esteemed school of higher education.  He's perfect.  Really.  He's well-read, hilarious, passionate, cute, nerdy. 


And he likes boys. 

God and I are not on speaking terms right at the moment.  Well, about that at least.

We ARE on speaking terms as to our Pentecost sermon from yesterday:  God has charged me to change the world in only the way that I can--no one else can affect the world like me...and I believe Him.  What an empowering thought! 

Also, I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful it is to spend so much time with my dad.  It's like there are no years that we didn't talk...it's terrific and perfect and I love him and I am very glad he's a part of my life now.

Neighborhood Grocery Store

Four years and seven months...and I'm officially burned out on my second job. But I make GREAT money (more an hour than my day job). GREAT benefits. Paid time off.  15% of what I make goes into a profitable money market account to which I never have to contribute. It's a really great job...and I'm tired of it.

So, if you find yourself bored, please offer up a prayer for me to find some discernment.

Maybe one of these days I'll be wise with my money and won't have to have two jobs. One of these days (as I stare off wistfully).

Wouldn't have thought it true

So Monday night was terrible at the NGS. I cried...it was a mess. Thinking SERIOUSLY of transferring to the store that's 2 miles from me and not the current 18.5 I drive now. Thinking seriously about finding another part-time job. 4.5 years is a long time to sell food and perform manual labor...

But that's not what I'm here to talk about. So, I didn't work last night--so I went to the Laundromat, went grocery shopping (at the MUCH closer NGS) and came home to make dinner. All very enjoyable for a night off. Tonight, also off work. I stayed at the non-profit until around 6:30, came home...and I have no idea what to do with my nights off. I watched the rest of a movie I started the other night. I wasn't interested in anything on Netflix or TV.

I've registered for this season of kickball (which means having a team to drink with pre- and post-games). I ordered some art prints from a friend selling his amazing photography...and now I'm writing here. It's only 9:53 PM EST and I think I'm going to head to bed. Am I that tired? No. I just don't know what else to do. I'm not in the mood to read, or call anyone, or work on my decoupage art project or go anywhere or be with anyone. Man, I am just out of sorts lately!

Bonus: I'm very happy I dumped Thumper. Haven't heard from her again and I can't say I'm surprised by that. I DID have a creepily real daydream on Monday regarding the chef from the neighborhood restaurant whom I may or may not have semi-stalked via Twitter. I worry about my brain pathways sometimes.

I'm happy for my dear M and her Italian tonight. I'm happy for a lot of things. And sleeping well the past week definitely helps.

Wishing everyone a lovely evening.