I’m at a point right now where I don’t really know what I’m doing.  I wouldn’t call it lost, and I don’t think I need soul searching of any kind.  What I need is a kick in the right direction, geographically and professionally.  And I have faith I’ll get it soon.  In fact, I’m quite content to wait it out until the right opportunity presents itself.

But really, I just want to be Sandra Rinomato when I grow up.  So that means I should move to Toronto, get my real estate license, and buy lots of different suits.

Then maybe one day I’ll have my own Property Virgins-type show.  It could happen.

In the meantime… someone hire me!

Me?  I work downtown.

It’s been two weeks, and I am not yet tired of saying that.  Today on my lunch break I walked to the bank, then to Subway.  Delicious Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki!  This is the life.  If I didn’t work downtown, I would have had to drive to obtain such a sweet sandwich.  What a horror that would have been!

So yeah, I work downtown.

Why do today what you can put off until tomorrow?  That appears to be my motto this summer.

Today I head back to work after two days off.  I did plenty, PLENTY!!–  I tell you, in these past two days.  But I’m looking around my room this morning thinking back to Tuesday where I said “well, I’m about to have two whole days off, I’m sure I will have time to clean this, read some more of my book, clean my uniform for work, and solve the global energy crisis before I have to get back to work on Friday.”

Did a single one of those things happen?  Neg-uh-tive.

I was far too busy biking, playing kickball, drinking beer while listening to a band practice, forcing a friend to go for a 3 mile run with me, baking cupcakes, babysitting twin girls, AND… sleeping.

The laundry, the still unpacked suitcases… I’ll get around to it.  Tomorrow.

I am completely freaking out about not having a constant source of internet access this summer.  I mean, how in the world am I going to be able to watch the next episode of The Bachelorette?  Yeah, did I mention that I don’t even know if there will be a television or not.

I feel like I’m going to be in the Martha’s Vineyard season of The Real World.  Seven four strangers, picked to live in a house, have their lives taped, work together… you get the idea.

I’ll probably even make that obligatory first night phone call to my best friend from home and tell them all my first impressions on everyone in the house.  This being after we all go out to the bars on the first night and end up back at the house naked in the hot tub.

Kidding.