Thursday, April 29, 2010

Home is where came from?

Right now my work schedule has me working three 12-hour days (yaaaayy) and one 6-hour day. Add it all up, throw in a few off-the-clock 30-minute lunch breaks, and you get 40 hours. For four weeks, I work Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and half of Thursday. Then it flips to working half of Thursday-Monday (working weekends is no fun :(.)

Anyway, I worked till 11 AM today, went home and chilled, and then drove to Aggieland in the afternoon and will stay through Saturday night. I got in about, 30 or 35 minutes ago.

MAN this place feels like home. Which makes sense, since I lived here for 4 1/2 years, but boy is it strange coming back. It's only been a month since I've been here last.

The first place I went was Sweets, an uber-popular coffee shop/hangout/study joint. Mostly because of its familiarity and the chance of seeing someone I know.  There are a lot of things about College Station and its culture that I don't miss, but what struck me is that being around people studying made me realize that I miss the familiarity of being a student, the stability.

I don't know that I would have called being a student stable when I was one, but you know your classes, test dates, what is expected, and what the outcome is. And if you fail at it, you can re-take it next semester. Not so in the working world.

The other thing is that 15 minutes after I got here I started overhearing a "Christian" conversation. Sure, there's question as to the level of truth in the words spoken, but somehow there's still a comfort at the familiar words.

So I guess it isn't necessarily where the degree comes from, but where you feel like you fit. The thing is, I don't fit here anymore, cause God moved me to Houston. Can't wait to fit again.

In other news, I realize a lot of these posts have been serious-ish.  Lest I become an emo-hearted (not Elmo), Dashboard-listening, tight-jeans-wearing blogger, I'll try to lighten up and recall some of the more humorous on-goings of the new life. Stay tuned, kiddos!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Panera, Flip Flops, & The Frog Prince Toe

Ah yes, God has a sense of humor alright. Somehow people don't see that sometimes, but if you are at all a proponent of the sovereignty of God and a God who cares about the small details of life, then He definitely has a sense of humor.

Case in point.

I'm at a Panera Bread off 290 & Tidwell right now. A couple of years ago I got a $15 Panera gift card from my mom for something, but there's no Panera anywhere near Byran/College Station. So, the move to the big city was my chance to cash in. Score. Plus, they have wi-fi, so I can hang out for a bit and work on stuff. Also score.

I walk in, look around for a plug and set my stuff down. I go up and order. The girl is new and still doing training with another employee, but she's friendly and everything is good. I get my food and go sit down. Upon my attempt to sit, I jam my big toe up under the table and bend back my toenail worse than it has been for a long time. Ouch. I guess this is what I get for wearing flip flops.

So I'm sitting there wondering how long it will be before the blood trickles down into a pool on the floor. There's no band-aids in the car and I consider wrapping it napkins. Instead, I go up and ask the guy who was training the girl at the counter for a band-aid. He asks "Big or small?" I said, "Big. Defnitely." He comes back with a medium-sized band-aid and says that's the biggest they have. I say "thanks" and go sit down.

I open said band-aid. At first I thought it was Disney Princess', but upon closer examination, it's a Disney's 'The Frog Prince' (ashamed that I know that) bandaid. Sigh.

So there you have it. Now I have a pretty badly jammed up toe and toenail (which, while painful, is still kinda funny) and, even better, a too-small band-aid that a little girl over the age of six wouldn't wear.

Oh God, you and your humor.