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Michael, Jared & the Rest of the Boys

~ so many pretties, so little time ~


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still here
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yeah

I'm still here.
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I know it's super belated, but thank you for the happy birthday wishes and comments. I really do appreciate it.

After hearing of Jared's personal issues, it was hard to watch and/or read about Sam suffering in any kind of way. I still watch Supernatural, but there is a new TV love that has replaced it in my heart. I can admit that now. I know I'm late to the party, but Sherlock is...it's like trying to describe the most beautiful thing you've ever seen but being unable to even fathom the words to use.

Interview Update
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Thanks to tasabian, cappy712, iibnf, rosy5000, dawnybee, and everyone else who read my previous post and sent positive thoughts my way. I truly appreciate it.

I got the job that I interviewed for yesterday.

I was expecting it to be a group interview like the information in the e-mail stated, but it wasn't really. They put 50 people in one room, gave us a description of the job and duties, and then called us out one by one to go to another room and answer ten questions on a form. There were about six people from the company going through the questions, so I'm sure it didn't take them long to get through everyone. The agency called this morning with the offer, and I've been filling out the necessary paperwork bit by bit throughout the day.

I still have the plague, so I'm wondering if this is all a medically induced hallucination. If this is a dream, I would like to add Jared and Jensen to the order, please. I haven't had a full-time job since 2009. I can't wait until I feel well enough to celebrate. I'm going out and eating the bloodiest steak I can find.

So...
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I have a job interview in the morning. It's a 'group interview.' I've never been on one, but after researching it seems like it might be similar to a torture session. Oh. I just so happen to have the flu. My voice is gone, and I can barely hear. I think tomorrow is going to be interesting. Life is funny.

Also, sorry I haven't been around and commenting much.

Writing Stuff
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I've gotten so wrapped up in life and living that I've forgotten how good it feels to actually sit my a$$ down and just write something. I'm going to try to finish this story by the end of the month. It's a personal goal. I can't believe I started this fic back in 2010. Time flies.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6354438/1/Anorexic-Sam

I'm still around.
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Jared is looking really yummy right now. I'm sorry, but I have a thing for tall and skinny.

RL Update
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My seasonal (November thru April) job at H&R Block ended on the 15th of this month. This was my third year with the company. There weren't many surprises or changes. The job itself feels very stagnant. I honestly don't know if I'll go back if called to work for them again next year. Time will tell, I guess. We had our end-of-season dinner/social/whatever yesterday. The bosses took us to a really nice Japanese restaurant, and I ate my fill of sushi and drank my fill of cocktails. It was yummy.

Right before tax season ended, I started putting in applications to find part-time work. In the past, I've only ever really applied for office/admin type positions. But that little something in the back of my mind (that I'm finally learning to listen to) told me to just let it rest and be for a while and if something you really want or might like presents itself, then go for that instead of just filling out countless apps that I'll never hear back on. No lie, not a week later I see a woman I used to work with over this past Christmas on a seasonal job at a restaurant. She tells me the place that she manages is looking for people and that she knows I'd be good. The rest is history. It's funny how things fall into place when you learn to be patient. So this is now PT job #1.

I can't lie. Working at Dollar Tree gives me life. This is the job I mentioned in my previous post. It is now PT job #2. The customers are fascinating, and I don't mean that in a negative way at all. I can honestly say that this job has given me a perspective and perceptive view of the human condition that I've never experienced. I don't know what it is, but a large majority of my customers seem to leave their normal societal boundaries at the door. It's as beautiful as it is sometimes horrifying, mesmerizing, and disgusting. I definitely have a changed way of thinking of money and how so many people abuse the privilege of having it and just how much a few dollars can mean to someone who has very little. The customers in the store I work in are literally from all walks of life, and I love observing how they all act and interact with each others and with those of us that work in the store.

I've also been doing some hair and private tutoring on the side. People ask me if I ever have any free time. I don't think I could properly explain to them that I finally feel like almost all of my time is free now. I guess that's the difference between only doing things that make me happy vs. doing things that people expect of me.

I'm going to stop rambling now. I hope you all are having a day that is fulfilling in some kind of way. Thank you, too, if you took the time to read all of this.

:)

I Dreamed a Dream
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This is true.

In my dream, I was walking down the aisle of a store in which I used to work. I was picking money up off the floor. After I picked up the cash, I gave it to my former boss. She looked at me with a very serious face and put the money in her pocket.

The very next day (at the time that just so happened to match the amount of money I gathered in my dream) my old boss from a seasonal job I worked last year called to ask me if I could come back part-time.

I said 'yes' because who am I to turn down money with the economy going to hell.

I've told a few people about this whatever it is I've experienced, but I don't know if they really believed me.

*cue creepy music*

Yeah.
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Attempting to write fic after not having done so for almost a year feels like trying to crawl my way across a busy highway.