Oh my freaking goodness. I hardly exist, if at all. I'm dissappearing moment by moment.


On a happier note, I have been working at a job since Monday. I helped set up the new store, which is friggin' huge. It's the biggest Walgreen's I have ever seen. My manager's name is Gormon Mau. He's the nicest man. I don't know how he became a store manager. They usually have grumpy attitudes. Maybe it's because the store hasn't opened just yet. Maybe he'll get his attitude when the store opens. I doubt it though. He's Asian, and besides that, I am definitely the only white person that works there. At the store I was trained at, only one of the assistant managers was white. His name is Bill Novy. He is sooo cute. He's the kind of guy that was probably one of the boys all the girls had crushes on in grade school. He kind of reminds me of Zack Wright. All of the girls who went to Macon Grade School remember Zack Wright. He was the cutest and nicest boy. He gave the balls he caught while playing dodge ball to the girls so as to include them. He moved away in fourth grade. To this day if anyone says, "Whatever happened to Zack Wright? I bet he's hot now." anyone who knew him sighs and has a happy little Zack Wright memory. I bet that's the same for Bill Novy. I bet he moved away from his school and the girls that went there are like, "Whatever happened to Billy Novy? I bet he's hot now." Well, girls that went to grade school with Billy Novy, you are correct. He's as adorable as he was in grade school, and just as nice. I'd like to think that Zack Wright is the same way. He's just as cute and just as nice. *sigh* [insert happy Zack Wright memory here]
After that tangent, I must say that I really like Walgreens so far. It reminds me of the zoo in that it is so laid back. Old Navy thinks it's a hip and fun place to work, but it isn't. It's so far from it. Walgreens, as their orientation video says, isn't trendy, but it's a great place to work. I would have to agree. So what if I have to wear a hideous navy blue, polyester smock? So what if I can't wear jeans? At least I like the people I work with. At least I can just up and go to the bathroom or to my lunch break without making a big to do about it. They have security cameras everywhere, but it's to do it's job- catch shoplifters, not make sure the employees are doing their job. Bah.
Also, Mr. Mau was going to train me to do something special, but since I wasn't going to work there every day, he changed his mind. I still don't know what it was, but he took me aside and had a little sit down with me. He asked me if I was looking to make Walgreens into a career. I laughed at him and told him that it was just a job until I was done with school. He laughed at me and said it was understandable. He asked for my school schedule and that was that. I was sent on my merry little way to do my job without knowing what he wanted to train me for. Sounds a little fishy, eh?

I have a little complaint about this interior design business. There's waaaay too much hooplah involved. See, there's this one place we have to go a lot, the Merchandise Mart aka "the mart" to get samples and stuff. If I stay in Chicago and work here when I'm done with school I will have to go there all the time. The thing with the place is that it is intimidating as hell. You have to DRESS UP just to get inside and get a simple brochure. If you aren't, no one will even look at you. Sometimes security or even the sales people will ask you for proof that you are an interior designer. Since we are students, they are sometimes very rude. I don't even get it. We are your future purchasers. Why are you so stuck up and pompous? This is Chicago. I can go down the street and there's a place that sells the same thing you do. It might not be the same quality, but at least they will cooperate with me. Also, there's so much networking, as they like to say, involved. When I'm done with school I am NOT going to work for some huge corporation. I want to work for a small firm where I only have to kiss maybe two asses rather than an entire industry of ass. I'm not going to change my major again because I am totally loving it, but all this hooplah just doesn't seem necessary.

As for everything else. I miss human contact. I miss not hearing about everyone every day. Give me a ringy-dingy, a text message, something. I want to know what is going on with you. I miss you.

That's my blog for now. I'm going to try to work on that internet thing since I have a job now, but we will see. Relish in the cheap things you have living anywhere but Chicago.
*muwah!*

This lack of internet thing is killing me. Wowza.

They changed my wild cherry pepsi. At first I thought it was just new graphics, but it says "Great New Taste!" I didn't notice the new great taste all that much until I opened a can of the old stuff. Let me tell you, that shit rushed straight to my brain. I literally shuddered and went, "Aaaah. Now THAT'S what I'm talking about." Now I notice a difference. This explains why I went through the new stuff so fast. It wasn't affecting me the same way the old stuff was. I am such a drug addict. I like drugs that aren't really considered drugs. Won't it be a sad day when caffeine will be considered one? The difference between new wild cherry and old wild cherry is that it has lower sodium and less carbs. Damn you mass America with your fad diets and low-carb solutions!! Damn you for fucking with my pop! Damn you for your unintentional intervention! Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!

What I found on wildcherrypepsi.com---> "Why did you change the formula for regular and diet wild cherry pepsi? Wild Cherry Pepsi is one of our popular brands, however, we are answering our consumers' call for a cola that provides a more robust cherry finish. In focus groups, this new formula won hands down with our consumer."

Lies! All lies! Just admit that your fat ass wants a low-carb quick fix, but still want to drink your cherry pepsi. I was not in this focus group. Had I been, the bitches wouldn't have changed the formula. That's a fact.
This is a serious business for me. I curse mass America with random acts of weight gain. They'll wake up one morning 20 pounds heavier. No, wait, I curse the idiots in the focus group. More robust cherry finish??? What does that even mean?!? I'm so bitter about this. If you see an old can of cherry pepsi, save it for me. Or else drink it and think of me. Then spit it all over the new packages so no one will buy it.

New topic of conversation: has any one noticed the hip new way of wearing a scarf? I don't know who comes up with these things. Wait, yes I do- the cool kids. That's what they do. Maybe it's just a Chicago thing, but no one just wraps a scarf around their necks anymore. You fold the scarf in half, drape it around your neck, and then loop the two ends through. If you don't understand what I am talking about, I will show you next time I see you...whenever that will be. I'm gonna just admit it now, but I have fallen into this trend. Whoever this cool kid is that came up with it is a genius. First of all, the wind does not grab your scarf and play with it now. Your scarf stays around your neck like a good scarf should. Second of all, my neck has never been warmer. Genius! I'm way impressed with this scarf-wearing phenonmenon. Plus, you just look cool. You look like you came up with it all on your own...but then you look around and see that you didn't come up with it all on your own. You are now a part of mass America. I don't know how I feel about myself now. Oh fuck it- my neck is warm, and I own two pairs of Chucks. Who am I to compromise my happiness? I work for the man anyway.

Speaking of the man, I think I have a job at Walgreens. For sure. I had a weak interview with someone who didn't even know she was supposed to interview me, so she was totally unprepared and didn't even have my application. I also had to go take a drug test, which I don't want to talk about.....and then the manager called me and was like, "we need you to do step three so we can start you next week". No one has actually said, "you're hired", but they keep on contacting me so I am going to assume yes. I am employed. I start at $7.35 which is a little less than Old Navy, but it isn't Old Navy and that is the important part.

So much to say, so much to say. I'm going to quit now because I have to go buy some markers. Hopefully I will have the internet at my home before January is over. That is my goal.

*muwah!*

Do I have the time for a blog? I'm gonna sneak it in, because I have to get back to class in...2 minutes. I can do this.

I'm in part two of my drafting classes. I decided to take a different teacher. BIG mistake. She's a nosey nazi. First, I understand that people think it's interesting to know about people and where they are from and all, but the more impersonal the better, I say. Second, she's frightening. She expects absolute perfection or we will fail. Done and done- fail. I'm going to drop her and go back to my other teacher. His a hip and cool Asian homosexual. I don't know if he's homosexual, but it sure does seem like it. I didn't want to take him because he made us go to Kinko's and copy our work for $2.50 a copy. This nosey nazi wants us to go somewhere to blue line our work for $7.00 a copy. Let's think about this a second, folks. I can do math, you know. My skills assesment test at Walgreens told me so.

....aaaaand my time is up. That's all you get for now. I will return when I can.

*shriveling up from lack of internet*

What's this? A blog from Sandra Goaley? Why yes, yes it is.

What can I tell you? I'm so full of stories.

My tiny new apartment has had more people in it at once than my old apartment ever was. Thanks for making me feel loved, boys and girls, you are all the greatest.

Let's talk about a game for a second. Let's talk about Trivial Pursuit 90's Edition. Let's talk about how I rock that bitch. A shindig went down at the Whit house a little after Christmas. It went down good. It was good, clean, girl on boy action Trivial Pursuit style. The girls' team, "Team Blow", whooped ass the first game....and that's the only game that matters. Mainly because the guys' team, "____" won the second game after about three hours. We basically had to give them a last question that we knew they could answer. Lame-o. It was quite a time. Stephy made us scarves, I made no-bake cookies, we all engorged ourselves, we giggled and had so much fun. =)

Now let's talk about New Years Eve. At first it was just Jessica coming up. Then Erin called me and was like, "hey, I can come now!" I didn't know that her coming was even a plan. Mike and Terri weren't coming because of Brian. Mike then calls me shortly after Erin and is like, "my car died. We're not coming" even though I didn't know they had reconsidered. Then Erin calls me to tell me that Terri is coming up on the train, but no Mike Hagan. Sad news. So, Jessica comes up via a bus because her train is delayed five and a half hours. A few Guess Who? games and killing babies later, Erin and Steve Kupich show up to my apartment. Steve decides to take us to Jewel and buy us food. A few steaks, chicken, cake, pop, and liquor later, we go back to my apartment and he cooks us a delicious meal. My tummy grumbles in remembrance of that meal. A few Uno games after that, in walks Terri Giller with non other than Michael P. Hagan. We collectively jump for joy. Have you made the count yet? Including Zach and myself, we had a total of SEVEN crazy kids in my little studio apartment. We watched Anchorman and giggled up a storm. I love lamp. Erin got drunk and we laughed. Steve snored and no one got any sleep. Terri closed the windows at night and we all smoldered. We all enjoyed ourselves.

Now let's talk about New Years Day. We woke up and went ice skating at Millennium Park. Strike that- Erin, Jessica, and I went ice skating. Everyone else watched and/or videotaped. Yeah, we're kinky like that. I fizzled out due to weak ankles, but Erin and Jessica made friends with a little girl. They are pedophiles in the making. After that we got in contact with my Whit girls to meet up for lunch, and then went back to the apartment. They and Colleen come to my apartment, then the whole crew of us (minus Steve, he had to work) head to Nan's for some yummy Japanese and/or Chinese food. To our dismay it was CLOSED when we got to it, so we journey down on the road to find an open Potbelly's. mmmmmm.potbelly's. On our way back to the el, we find that Nan's is now open. Damn the luck! We go back to my apartment and everyone parted ways, except for Erin who was waiting for Steve to get off work. Zach, Erin, and I go back up to and inside my apartment with a rather cute fella. Turns out he lives on my floor. Erin is infatuated, as Erin does. That's why we love her. We all watch some Freaks and Geeks and I end up describing Erin's future boyfriend. Some of the attributes were of the guy in the elevator, so Erin is super curious. Eventually she wants to go knock on some doors to meet him. I come up with the idea that I don't have any sugar (true) and we want to make Kool-Aid. Sooo, she tottles off in the direction of where he went and ends up hooking in some guy who was NOT the guy in the elevator. This guy's name is Kevin and he wants some Kool-Aid. He ended up being a really nice guy though, but really persistent with Erin. He just wanted some lovin', Erin. Why can't you give it to him?

kidding.

In other news, I just got a call from an employer. Walgreens. It's not my dream job, but it's a job, right? They're opening one on Clark & Lake (like Chicago needs another Walgreens), and they are training people right away. Just in time, job. I'm po'....and white. Forgive me. Walgreens always has the crappiest lighting, but I will suck it up and work for the man. Mike Hagan will be proud of me. I finally did it. This is a convenient location because it's next to my school, the el, AND a bus that runs 24 hours. Viva la employment!

That is my update. Right now I am basking in the wireless cable internet at Zach's house. When I get home, I will definitely get hooked right up to the internet because I had withdrawals. I got the shakes. Zach has to shave his two-week beard today. That makes me sad. I liked him scruffy. He's sad, he says, because it will hurt him to shave it. Too bad I don't care.

Back to Chicago Friday, maybe Saturday depending on weather. Apparently it's ridiculous there. We shall see. I start school on Monday. What a load of bunk. If I don't have internet by then....

HAPPY 21st STEPHY!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!