It's early again, and I just finished a major english paper. I'm going to try to post some thoughts here..........try to follow along.

Eric asked me yesterday, as I was leaving the NHS meeting early to go to work: do they own your soul there, or what?

The answer is no. Sure, I complain about work. A lot. However, in the grand scheme, I work as much as I do so I can spend time on my ridiculously dangerous and expensive hobby- dating- and flying, also. That's it, plain and simple. I work so I can do the awesome stuff I love to do. I may complain, but it's only complaining about paying my dues. There are, however, side factors to the hours of work I work a week. Recently, our lead dishwasher was fired, our secondary dishwasher quit to be a school bus driver, and our lead cook tripped over the sidewalk and broke her collarbone (don't ask). As a result, I've picked up a few hours. To some extent, the job itself brings some satisfaction, but, alas, not enough to keep me happy from paycheck to paycheck. Mike told me that I was hands-down the best teenage employee Mt. Washington Care Center's kitchen had ever had.......stuff like that helps also.
I might as well get this out in the open. I've finally (after nearly 4 months) decided I can move on after breaking up with Kristen. I justify this by arguing that I can only love so much without feeling those feelings in return. Therefore, this can also explain why I don't chase endlessly after her as "my true love" or "my soulmate" simply because she said she does not want to be with me.........and for 4 months I tried to deny this.
But now I've moved on. Connecting the first and second paragraphs, I have a date on Saturday night with a girl from work. This is me moving on. To my surprise, I realized the other day that this cute girl, Kayla, was not just being *super* nice to me..........she was flirting with me. Honest to goodness, flirting. I don't know what I did, but the point is, I asked her out, and she said yes. So I can't wait for the weekend.

Thoughts of note-
*I realized the other day that her mother works at the facility also (I sure can pick 'em, eh?)
*Ok, so she's a couple inches taller than me.........I don't have a problem with it
*Everybody says it's a bad idea to date people at work.........oh well, I guess I'll have to prove/disprove that one on my own
*Flirting- women do NOT "accidentally" bump into you twice (ok, call me obvious, but I pick up subtlety with all the finesse of a brick to the head)
*speaking of blows to the head- Kathy at work tossed me a supplement to take out to the dining room and it ricocheted off one of the carts and smacked me in the face (I'm left with a cut and a mighty bruise)
*the sprayer at work, which I Hulked to death, has now been replaced with a super gauge sprayer that works quite well (maybe I should start Hulking other things if I want new equipment at work)