Needy

Well, Kenny’s M.I.A this weekend because one of his bros is in town and they’re off to some wedding. So for the past few days, it’s just been texting here and there. Now I understand why LDRs don’t work. Because texting is lame. You can’t keep a relationship texting back and forth. The simple things like, seeing each other during his lunch breaks, video chatting with the combination of texts is what keeps this thing alive. You eliminate everything but, and you’re left with a middle-school-text-only-“relationship.”

It makes me feel needy, you know? And definitely zeroes in on how I lack a social life post-college career. Most days I’m okay with it, but not when I don’t have work taking up 9 hours of my day (aka weekends).

Yesterday, I thought I lost my cigarette case containing my credit cards and ID. I totally freaked out. Like, FREAKED. The last time I remember seeing/touching it was Thursday afternoon when I went to Subway for lunch (Eat Fresh). I’m trying to save money and Thursday is my rest day from the gym so I didn’t have a reason to get it out. Friday comes around and I pull into my bag to get it out to swipe into the gym and it wasn’t there. I didn’t freak out just yet because I use a different bag on days I don’t hit da gym. I walk home and don’t really think about it and decide to order some food. I search my bag a few times and then I stop and it hits me: I don’t have my case. What. The. Fuck. I call some of my co-workers, thinking I left it at the office...but I didn’t think it was there. They checked my desk and didn’t see it so I just book it back to work to search for it myself. I mean, I don’t go anywhere else but work and the gym...and I hadn’t gone to the gym the day before so it HAD to be there. It was the longest 30 minute walk, it seemed. 4 blocks away and I was practically running. I get there and search and search and search...and I found it! It was behind this printer where I usually put my bags. It must’ve fallen out when I threw it into my bag Thursday afternoon after lunch. I was so so relieved. Special thanks for those who talked to me during my mild freak out. I love you all.

I guess I have a lot to blog about because I usually talk about what’s going on with K, but he’s not really around. Friday at work was crazy-busy. We had to build these fans with popsicle sticks for some wedding. It’s been such a ridic project. First, the client had questions about ink bleeding through and affecting clothing. Next, we printed it all out (150 fans, a front and back so 300) and there was a typo. Then our round-corner machine was messing up so we had to sand the corners. Then we couldn’t find the hour-glass type of popsicle sticks in enough time, so we had to use regular sticks. Then we ran out of double-sided tape. Next, the 2 sides were uneven so we had to trim them so they were flush with each other. So cray-cray! Meanwhile, I was trying to figure out the orientation of these silly greeting cards and scoring them in half, only to realize the guts were 180 degrees off. So we had to reprint and re-cut then re-score...only to have the client deny the cards because there was mild cracking in the spine. Oh well. It happens.

So another weekend is here and July is practically over. I love August, not only because I hate writing 7’s when I write the date...but because it’s my birthday month! Last year was nice, we had that fun-due party at Joyce’s and the year before, Blake threw me that (sort of) surprise birthday party at Thousand Hills. Maybe my next post will talk about past birthdays. I’m a fan of birthdays, but have always felt like mine wasn’t looked at as important to my friends. I guess I just feel forgettable when it comes to my birthday. Oh well. In a little over a month, I will be celebrating my first anniversary in Los Angeles! Time flies.

- J.