Car

This car looks like my car, but isn't actually my actual car. But since yesterday, I have owned a car that looks just like this but dirtier and with more stickers on it.

I named it Rufio.

It cost me $200.

I want to take a roadtrip in it-maybe to Spokane.

It smells like a Volvo.

It has a little zombie hanging from the reaview mirror.

It has spy-like seatbelts.

It is mine.

Jorb

I have another job! A 40 HOUR a week job/I will be making real-person money job! This is very exciting because a.) I just bought a car, and I need to pay for gas and things and b.) I can now afford to go to France and c.) Even save money for the grad school which I fully intend on going to. Yay, Job! Way to save the day!

I also get to work in one of my favorite places ever. Ever ever. It is the home of dollar-fifty coffee and the all-time best bread pudding in the world. I can walk there ever single day if I want to. Or if it is raining too hard, I can drive my old-new $200 car that looks like a flat, grey shoebox. It is acceptable for me to wear my oversized baseball shirt and my gold Top-Siders every day at my new job.

Everyone seems pretty nice and adorable. There is one girl at the counter who literally looks like an angel; her hair is white-blonde and so are her eyebrows, and Jesca and I have affectionately dubbed her "Angel Head." I'm pretty sure that Angel Head and I are going to be good friends. It is warm inside, and it always smells like delicious things cooking. Because there are delicious things cooking ALL THE TIME. Tomorrow, I am going in for my second time as an employee and washing dishes for eight hours. I think it will be super.

Oh, and today I watched these DVDs about how to steam milk and make espresso, and the man who makes them is super silly looking. Here he is. See for yourself.

Hey-Oh! I Feel Amazing

So, I feel amazing. This is due to many combining factors, that together, have resulted in me feeling generally awesome. I have also had about four cups of coffee in the past hour.

Yep, so I thought I that I would post some random google images of "i feel amazing."

Pretty deep, pretty insightful. Prepare to be amazed.

Adam Lambert. Tripped-out 70s-Buddha-Jesus.

Business man running down an empty sky-bridge.Mushroom-hat girl.

I Accomplish Cars

See that? That's a freeway.








See this? This is a gas pump.



What do these things have in common?

...

I"m so glad you asked! I'm going to tell you right now.


Once upon a time, I was afraid to drive on the freeway, but not anymore! I took a roadtrip by myself, yeah, BY MYSELF. This isn't a big deal to most people, but it was a big deal to me. I accomplished freeways.

Once upon a time I lived in Oregon and never learned how to pump my own gas. Because you don't have to in Oregon. Then I lived in Washington and still never learned to pump my own gas, because I didn't have a car. BUT THEN, I drove a car to Washington, and I realized, "omgIhavetopumpmyowngasNOOOO." But then I did it, and it was fine, and I felt way more proud of myself than I should have. I accomplised the gas pump.

Sun With Frowny Face

The sun looks frowny.



So, here's the connection:
1. Not loving being out of college. In fact, it kind of/really sucks. And I never thought I would be the person to say that. I didn't even like college till I was halfway through it, but now, I just want to go back in the fall. That is true. Even to Spokane. Spokane is seeming pretty adorable and awesome right now, because at least if I was going back to school, I would have something to do with my life for another year. I mean, I think I do know what I want to do with my life-get my M.A. in community counseling, do good in the world etc.- but right now, at this point, I feel like I am going to be stuck working 36 hours a week at a restaurant for rich people, living in my parent's basement, and floating across the surface until I can do something meaningful. There is absolutely no purpose to what I am doing right now. I hate this. Yes, I will be starting grad school stuff in a couple of weeks (clutch), and I am going to try super hard to get another job (coffee shop? No more children's theater that never pays me!), and I am going to Chicago to see my ass-kicking awesome friend Emily (we will probably/definitely be dressing up in costumes/spandex dresses multiple times...Wow. That sounded kind of dirty. Sorry), and I have a new place that I want to volunteer which looks amazing (music mentorship? Alternative-school tutoring? Umm... super great.) Oh, and my sweet, great, awesome big brother is getting married next weekend, and it will be the most fun wedding that will ever be. SO all that is good. But, really, what I really want to do is go back to school. Gah! I never thought I would be that person, but I am. It's hard structuring my own life. School just makes it so easy to have a purpose.
2. No Motivation
There has been a pile of clean clothes on my floor for the past two months. I periodically replace them with new clean clothes, but I never actually put them away. I have a letter from my amazing friend Stephanie that I have been meaning to answer for a month but just haven't. Bad friend. Bad. I started a check registry, and then I almost immediately stopped writing anything in it. I'm tired all the time, and it sucks every bit of motivation right out of me. Double-shifts are brutal, and every time I'm not working at night, I'm usually doing something with someone (which is great, and I think, healthy) , and I feel off-balance. Like I never really do what I need to do, but I also can't make myself do what I need to do. Because it's so much easier to watch "Parks and Recreation" on Netflix in bed for hours on end.
3. Hurry up and end already, Stupid Summer. You've been sort of sucky.

Contains Nothing Deep

I really want to post, because I haven't in a long time, but I haven't formed any burning, cohesive thoughts lately, so I don't actually have anything to say. So instead, here is a random collection of unrelated things that have passed through my head in the last three weeks.

Random 1- Wally and Sean
I have a new (higher-quality, less-paid-but-better-employee-discount, in-Portland) hostessing job! For this job, I was required to get an OLCC liquor license, which costs a good chunk of change but sounds super-legit. To get this license, I had to take a class and pass a test. Somehow, I signed up for the class that had only one other member in it: Sean. Picture a tiny version of William H. Macy who is making his living as a jockey (the kind that rides horses. Not the disc kind.) There. That's what Sean looked like. The instructor of the class was named Wally. Wally had the biggest belly I have ever seen and rosacea up his arms. He was wearing a baseball hat
that said "A+ Server Education," and one of those novelty t-shirts that says something like "I see stupid people." And also rainbow colored mirrored sunglasses. Together, the three of us sat at a round table in a bar that should have been full of hipsters but was not, and we filled out a packet that taught Sean and I that we should question potential about their star sign to prove that their ID was real.

Random 2- Summerland
This is possibly one of the best kid's books ever written.
I bet that you would like this book. I have a hard time reading Michael Chabon, and I like this book.

Random 3- Stoplights
I've been driving downtown on Sunday mornings. There is almost no one down there at that time. It is the perfect time to drive at the exact speed that it takes for the stoplights to change, meaning that I can drive all the way across 4th without ever having to put on my brakes. This makes me pretty happy.

Random 4- Really Good French Toast
Have you ever had really good french toast? I bet you haven't, unless you eat a lot of it at a lot of different places. I eat a lot of french toast, so I feel like I am somewhat well-qualified to judge. Here's my judgment:
If you want really, really THE BEST french toast, and you are in Portland, you should go to Byways Cafe. I wish I had a picture. This french toast is epically good.

Imma Tell You Something Cool

This is possibly the best thing that has happened in the past three-ish weeks:

The week that I got home, I checked Craigslist everyday for restaurant jobs (and to see whether I had gotten a missed connection and/or if anyone was requiring an amateur, female bass player), and I saw an awesome one for this late-night restaurant called The Gilt Club. It's apparently a pretty prestigious restaurant, but I didn't know that then.

I checked out their website, and it was super-cool-funny. Look at it. LOOK HOW FUNNY:

http://www.giltclub.com/people.html

(Keep scrolling down; it just gets better)


Anyway, I though, "I could work here! I don't have the experience, but I wanna work here real bad!"

So I sat down with my sister and wrote a resume and a kick-ass cover letter. This picture was included and referenced in the letter with the description "please note: I am not the unicorn":
And then I went merrily to the restaurant and turned it all in.

I didn't expect to get hired or interviewed because apparently, Ali has a friend that has been applying their for 8 years and still hasn't been hired. No big deal.

So yesterday night, I got home from work, and I saw that I had gotten a letter from the Gilt Club. It was a form rejection letter that said that they had received over 200 applications in 3 days, so I shouldn't feel bad that they didn't hire me. But, but, my letter also had a personal note which read (word for word) *ahem*


Megan,
Your photo was awesome! We seriously considered interviewing you but sadly wanted someone with more experience. But, because you are so rad if you come and sit at the bar and say, "please note: I am not the unicorn" we'll buy you a drink.



And then I felt awesome and was so excited that I called my sister (and then kept calling till she answered) and read that note to her.


And that is the most exciting thing that I have to say about being back home.


I miss college.



But anyway, the moral of this story is: never be afraid to dress up like a Fairy of Power from Zelda, because someday you might be able to send it to a restaurant with your application, and even though they won't hire you, they might think that you are cool and give you something for free.