I just wanted to say that today, I'm going to work at the Ascadian city market I was talking about, at Sky Cupcake and Coffee. It's a coffee shop next to the city market in Ascadia, lifted up twelve street-levels high in the sky, serviced by blue-sky elevators (and stairs for the athletic, A.K.A. los locos).
Because the shop and market are set up on the twelfth level with a class B hovercraft system by Tristian Mechanics Inc., we attract clients from Tetra Company and the district palace here in Ascadia. In contrast, a store using a lower level hovercraft system like Hovercraft Speed! Co. or LockFloat (tm) wouldn't attract high-end customers because of the accident associated with those systems last year. Of course, those companies have reinforced their system's lift quality, but it has made a difference for our clientele regardless. That means I have to be up to professional game level as an employee at Sky Cupcake and Coffee!
I'm scared, because I've never held a full-time OR part-time job before. Can you believe that? At my age?
(I'm.......... um........
I'm 25......)
I like to blame it on my upbringing, but I don't know if it's appropriate. After all, I had a pretty great upbringing, a comfortable childhood, and loving parents. I wouldn't say that happens to everybody.
The requirement my family has for me in pursuing a worldly career out here in the "wild" (i.e. the normal world, where there are cities, and people who don't go to my church, and, you know, the grouchy people!) is quite an undertaking for me. However, I think I'm starting to realize why it's mandatory.
See, there are homeless people here. There are grouchy people. At work, they expect you to be on time. Responsible. Dependable. You have to wear what you're told to wear, and you have to quit sneezing (I do that a lot) and be polite, and kind, and give great customer service!
It helps to be non-argumentative, too. I've just noticed this. Yesterday, my new boss disagreed with me whether or not she was the one who hung up, or if it was I. I really can't know for sure whether it was me or not, but now I realize, I should have apologized! But instead, I argued with her. Isn't that terrible?!
Don't argue with you new boss. That is so not smart.
I think I have a problem with authority. I'm going to get over it now! A ha ha ha....
My computer time is up! I have to go now. Thanks for reading about my adventures in Arcadia! I will tell you more next time. Bye bye!
Friday, April 18, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
News!
It's really quite silly what I've been avoiding talking about.
Yesterday, I was trying to tell you, in my entry, is that I want to make sure, that in the future, that I continue to rise out of my rags. See, you can be middle-class. You can be upper-class. You can be low-class. But what happens when you settle for something? When you say, "Hey. this is good enough for me. I am satisfied with the way my life is."
To look at it negatively, that's limiting yourself. I mean, I don't want to be negative about it if you are truly happy and satisfied. But there is a difference between being satisfied with an accomplished goal and just having given up, and making yourself feel better by saying it's good enough.
Now, it's good to admit when something is enough. Maybe I put less emphasis than I should on the good things I've accomplished in life. But all I'm saying is that I mustn't do what I know I might do: and that is to get back to a place I'm comfortable with, where I have a place to live and a way to support myself, with something that someone else might find satisfactory, and tell myself that it's time to rest, or that it's enough, and forget what my true desires are. Supporting myself is already such a new horizon, I might just consider it good. But it's not! how can I forget what I truly want? Do I even know? If I come to a place where I'm happy, I mustn't stop there!
Ahead of me might be an untamed wild and a rising sun on a bright, colorful horizon. That doesn't mean the wild is the only place I'm going. There are ladders in the sky.
And if I stop to explore the wild, and allow myself to forget my wish to climb, I'll never get there. I'll never reach the true me. I have to head towards the first step of those cloud-steps and inch toward the diving board at the end of the walkway. If I want to fly, I need to visualize the possibility--and not settle for the ground. Maybe I'll even find a way to grow wings.
In case this doesn't make sense, I want to explain in more realistic terms. I'm saying that I'm living in temporary housing, a women's shelter. It's a bunch of beds in one giant room, and shared bathrooms, and government assistance, and a company of women who have recently quit drugs, been fired, lost their apartment, or are disabled. When you're in that position and you aren't used to it, you feel low. You may be motivated to make a change (I am) and you might even know how to do it without too much help from an advocate, unemployment services, or department of human services. In my case, that's how I feel, and it's how I'm doing. I have realized what to do to get back to my high-middle-class life. But I don't want to be middle class. I want to be a leader or to do something influential in the world.
So even though I know how to fix my problem and it's easy to jump up and take the steps I need to raise myself from the caverns underground to the higher subterranean levels, I am SAYING that I DON'T WANT TO STOP THERE.
Since I know how to level-up now, I should be able to apply the process again to raise myself higher than I've ever been.
It's a long shot, and one thing WILL be different than the other. Level one takes effort like I've never imagined.
So what will level two take?
But if I think of it as a game, can't I beat anything?
It helps that I just got a job offer today at Sky Cupcake and Coffee, at an Ascadia market, which I accepted. I have yet to learn about the district... I don't even know which district it's in, I just hopped the Crystal Tomorrow at 2 P.M., I will go through the hiring process. I will let you know how much richer I am tomorrow evening!
Yesterday, I was trying to tell you, in my entry, is that I want to make sure, that in the future, that I continue to rise out of my rags. See, you can be middle-class. You can be upper-class. You can be low-class. But what happens when you settle for something? When you say, "Hey. this is good enough for me. I am satisfied with the way my life is."
To look at it negatively, that's limiting yourself. I mean, I don't want to be negative about it if you are truly happy and satisfied. But there is a difference between being satisfied with an accomplished goal and just having given up, and making yourself feel better by saying it's good enough.
Now, it's good to admit when something is enough. Maybe I put less emphasis than I should on the good things I've accomplished in life. But all I'm saying is that I mustn't do what I know I might do: and that is to get back to a place I'm comfortable with, where I have a place to live and a way to support myself, with something that someone else might find satisfactory, and tell myself that it's time to rest, or that it's enough, and forget what my true desires are. Supporting myself is already such a new horizon, I might just consider it good. But it's not! how can I forget what I truly want? Do I even know? If I come to a place where I'm happy, I mustn't stop there!
Ahead of me might be an untamed wild and a rising sun on a bright, colorful horizon. That doesn't mean the wild is the only place I'm going. There are ladders in the sky.
And if I stop to explore the wild, and allow myself to forget my wish to climb, I'll never get there. I'll never reach the true me. I have to head towards the first step of those cloud-steps and inch toward the diving board at the end of the walkway. If I want to fly, I need to visualize the possibility--and not settle for the ground. Maybe I'll even find a way to grow wings.
In case this doesn't make sense, I want to explain in more realistic terms. I'm saying that I'm living in temporary housing, a women's shelter. It's a bunch of beds in one giant room, and shared bathrooms, and government assistance, and a company of women who have recently quit drugs, been fired, lost their apartment, or are disabled. When you're in that position and you aren't used to it, you feel low. You may be motivated to make a change (I am) and you might even know how to do it without too much help from an advocate, unemployment services, or department of human services. In my case, that's how I feel, and it's how I'm doing. I have realized what to do to get back to my high-middle-class life. But I don't want to be middle class. I want to be a leader or to do something influential in the world.
So even though I know how to fix my problem and it's easy to jump up and take the steps I need to raise myself from the caverns underground to the higher subterranean levels, I am SAYING that I DON'T WANT TO STOP THERE.
Since I know how to level-up now, I should be able to apply the process again to raise myself higher than I've ever been.
It's a long shot, and one thing WILL be different than the other. Level one takes effort like I've never imagined.
So what will level two take?
But if I think of it as a game, can't I beat anything?
It helps that I just got a job offer today at Sky Cupcake and Coffee, at an Ascadia market, which I accepted. I have yet to learn about the district... I don't even know which district it's in, I just hopped the Crystal Tomorrow at 2 P.M., I will go through the hiring process. I will let you know how much richer I am tomorrow evening!
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
I'm still alive! And quite poor. But happy.
I am in love. Don't tell Merrick. It's him, though. Just so you know.
And we're not even close. We're far away. Ninety or so miles, to be exact. Wait, that's not exact. Just a minute. 105 miles away. From each other.
*Sigh*
I've had my first kiss by now, by the way. :) :) :)
I actually moved away from Atlantis a while ago.
But do you want to know what the glorious thing about this is? I can type this to you all, my dear readers, from my blog dashboard. No more cheating by doing it through e-mail anymore.
*Sigh*
I don't want to be rude, but I am in the palace library, but it's open to the public. Thus the dude sitting next to me who smells strongly of something or other. I don't know what the smell is, but it is strong and woodsy, or smelly, and not in a good kind of way. But distinct. Maybe sawdust? Or... egh! heheh. I'm sure I smell bad sometimes.
But still! *shiver*
And my nose isn't getting used to it! That's uncommon, you know? Usually, you know, how you get used to a smell after a while? That's why, when you go to candle-selling parties or whatever, where there are many different scents to explore, they have a little dish of coffee beans or something like that for you to shock your smell-glands (?) and re-start your senses.
I live in a huge city now. What is it called? I can't divulge the name to you..... because I forgot what it's called.
Actually, to be honest... I am supposed to explain what its name is. It's so hard to be imaginitive when I'm distractable. And hungry! Not the point. I need to leave the palace soon, as the hour of eight draws near, and head to my quarters in the ancient ruins section of the city. If I don't, I'll run into raucous rabble as it grows dark.
I am a princess, and this time I truly get to be a princess in rags. It's like, I'm trying slowly to rise.
Now, here's something I was thinking about today when I was on the crystal train. You want me to tell you? Okay.
So. The city I'm living in is Ascadia, with many a watercraft roaming about, underground tunnels, and ancient ruins on the outskirts.
When I take the crystal train, or the hover-strip, and the Whisper, I have time to think. This time, I was thinking about how hard I am working to find employment.
As a girl of royalty, who
*my nooooooseee*
By the way, I am reading The Wallflower by Tomoko Hayakawa in English. Yes, I have broken down and started reading manga in English, instead of trying to learn Japanese first. I have no access to Anime, since I have no apartment of my own, and left my personal computer back with my boyfriend, Merrick, in Atlantis, the only way I can access J-media is to read manga at my public library at the palace here in Ascadia. I haven't been studying the language of Nippon (sorry, this isnt my Japanese keyboard) either, because I've been focusing on employment.
But back to that. As a girl of royalty, I've got to keep my status on the down-low. I dress normally as possible, and sift myself among the normal people
*hence the smiffy shmellick ick ick ..... smell*
Ha ha ha!
Anyway, I'm being mean and gossipy and it's pointless. My point! My point, was, okay.
I hang around the normal people. As part of my adventure, I have to survive without help from my contacts and royal support system. Instead of asking permission to receive funds from the golden treasury like I did after my sixteenth birthday, I have no access to it at all. This adventure certainly is a challenge, I will admit it.
I have to find my own food, which I pathetically leach from our very own government of which I have a part in the say of, and I also request other services of it.
With this bit of help here, and that bit of help there, and advice from about twenty people (maybe more, no joke!) I might be getting by as a normal Kaeto-Atlantian citizen. We shall see!
For now, I have been submitting numerous applications to companies and tall, shiny buildings in the vicinity of and nearby the city of Ascadia. As of today, I have attended one interview with personnel from a high-end merchandise store, and have another set for tomorrow for a barista position.
Prayer to the beautiful God I know as Christ!
Alas, my time is up. I must now exit the central palace and head to the ancients, where I shall read The Wallflower and enjoy a night in the dreamworld.
And we're not even close. We're far away. Ninety or so miles, to be exact. Wait, that's not exact. Just a minute. 105 miles away. From each other.
*Sigh*
I've had my first kiss by now, by the way. :) :) :)
I actually moved away from Atlantis a while ago.
But do you want to know what the glorious thing about this is? I can type this to you all, my dear readers, from my blog dashboard. No more cheating by doing it through e-mail anymore.
*Sigh*
I don't want to be rude, but I am in the palace library, but it's open to the public. Thus the dude sitting next to me who smells strongly of something or other. I don't know what the smell is, but it is strong and woodsy, or smelly, and not in a good kind of way. But distinct. Maybe sawdust? Or... egh! heheh. I'm sure I smell bad sometimes.
But still! *shiver*
And my nose isn't getting used to it! That's uncommon, you know? Usually, you know, how you get used to a smell after a while? That's why, when you go to candle-selling parties or whatever, where there are many different scents to explore, they have a little dish of coffee beans or something like that for you to shock your smell-glands (?) and re-start your senses.
I live in a huge city now. What is it called? I can't divulge the name to you..... because I forgot what it's called.
Actually, to be honest... I am supposed to explain what its name is. It's so hard to be imaginitive when I'm distractable. And hungry! Not the point. I need to leave the palace soon, as the hour of eight draws near, and head to my quarters in the ancient ruins section of the city. If I don't, I'll run into raucous rabble as it grows dark.
I am a princess, and this time I truly get to be a princess in rags. It's like, I'm trying slowly to rise.
Now, here's something I was thinking about today when I was on the crystal train. You want me to tell you? Okay.
So. The city I'm living in is Ascadia, with many a watercraft roaming about, underground tunnels, and ancient ruins on the outskirts.
When I take the crystal train, or the hover-strip, and the Whisper, I have time to think. This time, I was thinking about how hard I am working to find employment.
As a girl of royalty, who
*my nooooooseee*
By the way, I am reading The Wallflower by Tomoko Hayakawa in English. Yes, I have broken down and started reading manga in English, instead of trying to learn Japanese first. I have no access to Anime, since I have no apartment of my own, and left my personal computer back with my boyfriend, Merrick, in Atlantis, the only way I can access J-media is to read manga at my public library at the palace here in Ascadia. I haven't been studying the language of Nippon (sorry, this isnt my Japanese keyboard) either, because I've been focusing on employment.
But back to that. As a girl of royalty, I've got to keep my status on the down-low. I dress normally as possible, and sift myself among the normal people
*hence the smiffy shmellick ick ick ..... smell*
Ha ha ha!
Anyway, I'm being mean and gossipy and it's pointless. My point! My point, was, okay.
I hang around the normal people. As part of my adventure, I have to survive without help from my contacts and royal support system. Instead of asking permission to receive funds from the golden treasury like I did after my sixteenth birthday, I have no access to it at all. This adventure certainly is a challenge, I will admit it.
I have to find my own food, which I pathetically leach from our very own government of which I have a part in the say of, and I also request other services of it.
With this bit of help here, and that bit of help there, and advice from about twenty people (maybe more, no joke!) I might be getting by as a normal Kaeto-Atlantian citizen. We shall see!
For now, I have been submitting numerous applications to companies and tall, shiny buildings in the vicinity of and nearby the city of Ascadia. As of today, I have attended one interview with personnel from a high-end merchandise store, and have another set for tomorrow for a barista position.
Prayer to the beautiful God I know as Christ!
Alas, my time is up. I must now exit the central palace and head to the ancients, where I shall read The Wallflower and enjoy a night in the dreamworld.
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