I had a wonderful day off driving a rental around town and across county lines.  Lately I’ve spent much of my time researching cars and dealerships online.  Just a Girl by No Doubt came on, the volume knob went up, petal to the metal (65 miles) and I sang my heart-out.  Sure, gas is $4 per gallon, the temps was just 100° but I need it that.  How soon is now by The Smiths came on as I pulled to the driveway.  Sometimes I believe the car is my stage, even if it’s small, and the sound system is not the greatest.  Tomorrow I celebrate the 4^th of July early, as well as my friend’s b-day.  The day should conclude with fireworks or lightning, thunder, and/or heavy rain.   Maybe I’ll share pics of the occasion. 

I’m hoping to get better at the art of intimidation.  So far in my car search I’ve met intimidation by vulture-like salesmen and from me in return.  Nothing annoys those clowns more and a female consumer willing to do a cash deal, and who won’t believe a word they say and walks away.  I’m alone in this, and very grateful for the experience to prove to myself that I can play with the “big boys.”  I’ve narrowed my options to two, and decision will be made before Monday.  (I hope)

Working at a dept store is not that fun and glamorous at it sounds.  24 minutes into my morning shift and I was already bored beyond my cynical expectation.  My special duty was to put security tags on over 100 pairs of designer sunglasses.  I’ve only worked at this place for a week and I can already predict the next song that will be playing.  10:24 can only mean that it’s time for Miley Cirus to be broadcasted thru much of the store.  As I sing her song in my head a coworker interrupts me and proceeds to inquire if I am happy with my religion, as is she were asking about my long distance provider.  The nerve!  I continued on declined politely to talk about the subject.  I’ve learned by working with teens to not take it from anyone.  This has also been helpful when dealing with the various car salesmen I’ve encountered.  The worst thing to know is that I get more money here than at the school.  Not much, but it’s more. 

While at work I have a lot of time to think, meditate, plan, map-out my life, lay out the pieces of my puzzled life, etc.  I no loner tango with ideas; I know exactly what I want- finally! And know how to get it, but patience is key.  Following my passion is worth the price of the lonely embrace-less moments that intoxicate the air some nights.  (Sigh)

Enough for now about talking about nothing.