Two Stepping to 39 Steps

Mom and I spent the whole day yesterday packing boxes and rocking to Girl Talk with a sponge. Well, most (or dare I say, all) of the sponging was done by mother who decided kitchen talks (not to be confused with the kitchen debates of Nixon and Khrushchev. Mom and I definitely did not discuss communism nor capitalism while showing off new-hit kitchen appliances and inventions) was a better way to spend the afternoon than Mahjong. Good choice is my vote!

So, my apartment is looking rather bare bones and I'm convinced I now have the packing skills necessary to get a job with UPS. Except, I think that job entails more along the lines of delivering packages then actually packing. So maybe I could be a grocer? I'm aware that it does take some serious years to develop the experience and know how to group together the perfect combination of comestibles per grocery sack. Except, I don't get to wear a cute outfit when working at Central Market or Tom Thumb, so scrap that. Clearly I have my priorities in job hunting straight! Top of the list: the opportunity to buy a new career wardrobe (which might I say, includes shoes and accessories). Second is the big bucks, or in my case $10.00 an hour.
I'm currently disappointed since Powell's is not hiring at the moment, my luck. So I'm now hoping that Janice can pull a few strings and get me an interview at Ikon where I can sell copiers and other office products to pour souls who are about to be bought over with my devastatingly affective puppy eyes and puffed out lip. Basically my loquacious attributes and persistence will knock them off their feet and guarantee me the sell. Portland buyers, you don't stand a chance against me! Hazahhh! But, I guess I might need to compile a resume first.

Having family + Aaron (family) stepping night. Probably somewhere close to 39 steps. Step 1, the meet up. Step 2 DART. Step 3, Campizis for butter/parmesan saltines. Step....39