But All Endings Are Also Beginnings. We Just Don’t Know It At The Time.

Book Club did exactly what it was suppose to; provide open-minded analysis. And then, we did discuss the book we are reading. I feel like we only have a book because the name of our club is Book Club. I think we would get a lot more participants if we called it by its true name, Girl’s Club, but I guess this weeds out the unwashed masses. Thanks to everyone for their sound advice and listening to the always sad ending stories.

Today marked out first Chinese food staff meeting after our long summer hiatus. Starving this morning, I ate a lot more than I usually would, and now am definitely feeling the attack of the MSG. At our meeting, we discussed the possibility of continuing the practice of our office closing early on Friday thought out the rest of the year.

Now, if given the choice to only work four hours instead of a long eight hours on Friday, wouldn’t you take it up? However, there was one person in the office dead set against this idea. Not because she was interested in the convenience of the clients or the idea of all the work we would be putting off on Friday afternoon, but rather the fact that she would have to wait for her carpool group, who’s offices didn’t close on Friday afternoons.

Boo! Stop messing up this plan for the rest of us! My only motivation for coming to work on Fridays in the summer was the fact that we could have those afternoon naps or early trips to the mall.

I am excitedly looking forward to the weekend, as tonight kicks off the beginning of the new YSA year. Somehow, I was convinced to attend the dance tonight. In all of the years I have been in YSA, I have never met anyone of significance at a dance, only creepy, weight lifting guys. I don’t know what exactly I am expecting from tonight, but with breath held and fingers crossed, am looking forward to changing the fate of 2008.

I am not a dancer, never have been. It just isn’t in my heart. I am not fond of the music that is played, the darkly lit gym or having meaningless, shouted conversations with guys you know you will never see again. At the end of the night, you just end up tired and sweating, not exactly the way to win someone’s heart.

But I am making plans to attend with an optimistic attitude, and low expectations. So bring on the Fashion Friday, and the long awaited haircut!

I love getting my hair cut! Not too long ago, I was debating whether or not to keep my hair at its current length or to grow it out to much longer lengths, when one of my coworkers pointed out that I can really have long hair while I was young, and to take advantage of my youth and grow out my hair.

My hair is currently between where it was and where it should be. And while it doesn’t look overly bad, I am beginning to remember just how annoying long hair is. It seems like the only days that really are good hair days are the days I plan to get my hair cut. So today, I am actually half regretting my decision to loose some of my golden tresses.

Can’t wait for Sunday! Keeping more than my fingers crossed that there are fantastic stories for Monday. After all the opening fireside only comes around once a year, and maybe this year is the year.

Thankful for all that I have.
Hoping to see you.
Trying my best, and looking my best.

As Always,