So it's been like a month since I posted. Honestly, nothing exciting has happened to me all summer. I work. Every day. Sometimes I go to church and work on VBS things. We've really lost our steam on this one - none of us really cares any more. I mean, the week of VBS itself is a lot of fun, but the whole getting ready for it... not so much. We've downsized our decorations from what we'd originally planned - we're no longer building animals out of chicken wire and papier mache. We are, however, still building the tree. I think we're scheduled to start that this Sunday, perhaps.

The only exciting thing I've had happen to me - if you can say it's exciting rather than awkward - is that my desk fell apart and the maintenance crew had to come fix it. The maintenance crew consists of three men - Billy Brimm, Farrow Gibson, and a boy named Brian. Billy and Farrow are friends of my grandfather. I don't know who the boy is. However, apparently this boy has been talking to my grandfather about me because he sees him when Billy and Farrow go to their daily 'meetings' at the Amoco with all the other old men in Bells. And so naturally my grandfather's having a fabulous time teasing me about it. I don't even know this boy. He is kind of cute, but he seems a little young. I'm not worried about it, really.

I've decided I have to live somewhere near water. My mother, sister and I went to a friend's lake house for the weekend. I spent most of my time on the boat tied to the dock - we couldn't take it out for a spin, because none of us knew how to operate a boat, but it was a nice shady spot to sit and talk to my mom and sister who were laying out on the dock. It was fantastic. I love just looking at the water - something about it pulls at me. Mama says she's the same way.

And yet we live in landlocked Jackson. Huh.

The conference is coming up in about a month. I sent in my packet at the end of last week, and they cashed the check in it so I'm assuming they got it. I'm mildly anxious about the conference. I always get a little freaked out when people read my stuff, though - it's not so bad with Kevin, probably because I'm used to it, but this is a whole new thing. I guess we'll just have to see how it goes.

Now, as it's the weekend, I'm going to chill and play the Sims (which I FINALLY got working on my computer - installing Leopard, while a good plan, totally screwed up my Sims playing) and read and watch movies and generally not think about invoices and packing slips and purchase orders.

So I had my first day of work at Pictsweet today. (For those of you who don't know, Pictsweet is a company that packages and sells frozen vegetables.) I'm basically a secretary for a guy who does accounting things. I am an English major. Accounting things don't compute with me. So mostly I file things.

Lots and lots of things.

Like ten thousand sheets of paper crossed my desk today. Not even kidding.

Oh, and I work in a cubicle. It's like stepping back into the early 90s lol. Though I suppose some businesses (like Pictsweet) do still do the whole cubicle maze thing. My cubicle is right outside my boss's door, so he can check on me and make sure I haven't filed anything incorrectly. Which I'm quite likely to do in these first few days. His filing system makes no sense to me... mostly because everything's in triplicate and color-coded and it all has to go to a different place. And I'm not sure where anything goes at all. So I have about forty sticky notes stuck to the side of my cubicle to remind me where everything is supposed to end up.

Yeah. On the bright side, I get to eat lunch with Katie every day. So this is good.

Scenario: You get a text message from a long-time friend, asking for a favor. You reply to ask what they need, and they answer that they would like you to kiss their significant other.

What the hell do you do with that?

That happened to me tonight. It was freaking awkward. I've been friends with both of them for the longest time, and yeah, the guy did have a crush on me for a while, and I on him, but neither of us would ever dream of doing anything about it because he was in a relationship with one of my very good friends. For a little while they were on a break and he asked me out. I said no. That was also my answer tonight. Apparently this is a fantasy of theirs - including a third person in their relationship. As much as I love the both of them, I just can't be the third wheel. Or third partner, as it were. And I think she might be mad at me, because I called him and asked him what was going on after talking to her.

And to top it all off, there's this guy I like. He's been a good friend of mine for a while, but he was in a relationship, so I just kind of had a minor crush on him, and that was that. But now he's single. Only he likes this other girl, and he confides in me about it. This is also awkward. While I want to be helpful so that he ends up happy, I also want to be selfish and sabotage it. I won't, though. I don't think I could do that.

My life is so weird.