My six random things
Apr 21, 2008 The Story of My Life
Cynthia tagged me!
- I just got a gig I was wanting! I don’t know what the job is or what the hours are or how much of it is on-site because I haven’t found that part out yet. I interviewed three times and am still not sure. But I know it pays on time and I know it’s not full-time (although it may be 40 hours some weeks) and that’s good enough for me. Whew! This is going to take some of the pressure off, lemme tell you! (And I think the job will be fun.)
- I am five foot four but people usually think I’m taller. At least they seem to remember me as taller. My mom is five foot eight and she always thinks I’m taller.
- My eyes are getting lighter as I get older. Bummer. They used to be as blue as Noah’s but not so much anymore. Anyone else experiencing this?
- I have a weird memory. I can remember song lyrics to songs I haven’t heard in decades, outfits that friends wore at parties they don’t remember going to, and phone numbers from my childhood but I will forget your name ten minutes after you tell it to me. Those three interviews I had? I have no idea who they were with because I can’t remember names. But my best friend’s phone number in third grade? Oh yeah, I could still dial it.
- I’ve written this before but what the heck. I’m a lucid dreamer. I usually know when I’m dreaming and will sometimes discuss this with the people in my dream. I also will sometimes wrench my dreams around to better suit my purposes. In my nightmares part of the nightmare-ish of it is that I know I’m dreaming and I wrench the dream around but the other people (bad guys) in the dream will wrench it back.
- I am unable to return phone calls in a timely manner (if at all) unless it’s work-related and I have to. My friends know this about me and seem to accept it. I’m also not prone to calling people to chat because I hate to bother them. (The exception to this: My sister.) It’s worse with cell phones. I hate to call people on a cell phone because I know that they can always (theoretically) answer it and if they don’t want to, they might feel obligated. I hate to put them in that position; I’d rather just not call.
I tag all y’all. If you don’t have a blog (and why in the world wouldn’t you by this time????) then you could always answer in the comments. I mean, why not? It’ll be fun! Try it!
April 21st, 2008 at 7:02 pm
Congrats on the gig! I can’t wait to hear all about it. And I totally thought you were, like, 5′8″ or so. For real.
April 21st, 2008 at 8:12 pm
I am exactly the same as your #6. I suppose this is why we don’t talk on the phone very often? I like to get phone calls, but I hate it when I have to call people.
April 22nd, 2008 at 9:14 am
I’m the same way w/ calling people and/or initiating visits. I hate the thought that I might be imposing.
April 22nd, 2008 at 11:59 am
My Dad’s eyes changed from not-very-dark brown (”rootbeer-colored”, I called them as a child) to hazel when he moved into his 70s.
April 22nd, 2008 at 1:06 pm
How funny — I always *feel* taller than I am (until I catch sight of my reflection when standing alongside a tall person), I have the same kind of weird memory, I am a lucid dreamer and I am bad about returning phone calls (and I get the same way about cellphones — I’m always convinced I’m calling the person at an inconvenient time).
But I was also reluctant about returning work calls, too… sometimes those were the most difficult, especially if I didn’t know the caller. In the newspaper business, that usually means something ugly.