At the beginning of February I started a new job in a warehouse. (In case you don't know.)
Amanda, what do you do there?
Actual answer: I pick items for orders and package them up. All day long.
Real answer: I spend 8 hours a day listening to books & music... drag around uncooperative "dogs," come up with story plots and practice my spy work. An occasional verbal fight will break out between me and my cousin. Mostly because she takes any moment she can to alarm me and freak me out. Some of the guys I work with have taken it upon themselves to join in on the fun and games. Not the yelling, just the alarming.
Yesterday was an interesting assortment of days... There is an odd fellow that, for whatever reason, likes to bring up odd topics. Thankfully not with me-my head might explode. Yesterdays train-wreck was, (i condense), something along the lines of saying that men and women, no matter where they are from, have a smell... and that men can smell when women bleed. (umm. pardon? excuuuuse me?) I was informed of this conversation, and let me tell YOU that I was floored. FUH-LOOORED! He seemed to think there was nothing wrong with this line of questioning. Maybe a cultural thing? Language barrier? Maybe just a moronic kind of notion? Who knows. So that was the beginning of the day...
Followed by Eric taking it upon himself, in his boredom, to try to scare me. It didn't work.. Although he found just standing there, in his freakishly tall-ness, was enough to alarm me and make me swiftly move away.
Simon, and a conversation about sucky handshakes, upcoming shows, and guitar lessons. And potentially my secret love of Coldplay... good thing he informed me of it because I had no idea.
Charlie and his inadvertent ability to potentially knock out the populace in the morning with Old Spice.
A conversation with Chelsea about my love for DP and convincing Eric that yes, as a Mormon, I do drink it.. Yes it does have caffeine.
And I have to say that it's different being the mormon in a group. After High School, I went to Mormon country- Rexburg... then later Utah. It's different now having people ask me about temples, coffee, and my beliefs...
I will add that, for the most part, I really like who I work with. Through the banter, the teasing, the scaring, and yelling... sometimes I can't help but look around and smirk to myself about how much I like these people.
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I found a neat site that I read on my kindle called efictionmag.com. It's an online magazine that monthly publishes short stories, poetry, and other literary treats. Their focus is community and social network geared stuff, ie a community of volunteer readers decide which content to include and what topics to feature. It's other focus is helping independent writers have a forum for widely circulated and accessible publishing.
I heard about the site on a podcast I get about the kindle which featured the creator of the magazine who is a recent English major graduate.
I guess I'm telling you all this because when I told Megan what I was reading, she said I should send it to you because perhaps i)you too would enjoy reading it, ii)you may enjoy submitting your work to it as a budding indy author or even perhaps iii) you may get some kind of crazy inspiration to start your own online dealio that lets you do what you love all day long. English majors are allowed to make money too I guess.
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