Stuck in a Rut

Does anyone else feel like they are stuck this summer? I go to work and sleep that is my life....how depressing (i hate being a grown up). The fact that I'm looking forward to getting a wax this week is seriously disturbing, and that I made an impulse buy which is completely out of my character (a plane ticket to cancun, mexico) means only one thing. I am sick of this provo life. Sure I love my friends and I don't think that going home for the summer would be any funner. Lets face it, moving back home to live with my parents the summer before my senior year of college is not what I would call a step up from the provo scene. But I need something fun and exciting to be going on, if only the weather can stay above 75 so I can use my season pass to 7 peaks.

The Center

As most of you know I have taken the job opportunity as a care technician at a eating disorder clinic, and some might wonder what I actually do in my eight hour shift that brings so much joy in my life, here are just a few:

1. Flush Toilets
   
2. Watch girls eat 6 times a day (big bonus to my job, because if i work the day shift all my meals are paid for)
3. Try to make sure no one has a huge breakdown (which about three times a day is unpreventable)
4. Get told to f*** off by angry new patients who were being forced to come by their parents
5. Become an official facebook stalker during the grave shift when I can't find anything productive to do at 3 am.

But seriously this is the first job I've ever really enjoyed, some days I even feel like I actually make a difference and a bonus is that I get caught up with all of my favorite tv shows during the grave shift because there is absolutely nothing to do the last 7 hours besides checking the girls every half hour to make sure they haven't died of heart failure.

Finally Something To Blog About

So after having a blank page for about a month now, I finally have something to blog about. For the first time I, Katie Cullen, drove a stick shift. And I only stalled once (and it wasn't even that bad, luckily no one was behind me). This was only made possible by the continuous support of family and friends. Thanks to Gianna, Jessie, Whitney, and Caroline I was able to gain the confidence that I probably wouldn't kill myself and/or others on my way to work this morning. Through the experience of learning the ways of the stick shift these past few days I have gained compassion for all the manual drivers out there who stall at the light in critical moments, I too have felt there panic and from now on swear to never honk in anger (because that only makes the situation worse), and to never stare at them as I pass (question...why do people do that, the driver already knows your mad at them its not like they need you to remind them that they just cut you off, or that they stalled in the middle of the intersection two stop signs back). So if you see a white '93 ford ranger with me struggling in the drivers seat, smile and wave as you pass.

Whitney, I hope one day I will stall at the intersection of university and 7th and you pass me angrily in the 5th avenue. Only then will it be acceptable for someone to stare me down in sunglasses made in the year of 1985.