November 15, 2007
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Airport baby…L to R: Ann, Me, John, David, Mariana, Lindsay, Assuario, and Alyssa
Red eye to match. Alyssa, me, and Mariana. i am bummed because Mari didn’t come stay at my house. she was homesick and flew down to Texas with friends.
Art museum with my buddy. i really like long skirts. can’t wear them in Brasil…
it is nice to be home with family. yep yep.
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so yeah…first day on the job. a REAL job. Like when i was 8 when i asked my mom for REAL milk for my birthday (i hated that dry milk stuff). This is the first time where the word “ministry” is not involved in the job description. I am a sales person. people ask me things like “Where is the mezanine floor” and i don’t even know how to spell it, let alone answer it. But now i know…because that is what you do during training. I learned how to fold clothes today. put together displays. And i rung up three people. They were nice old ladies who did not mind waiting around while i learned how to remove those tacky plastic things that beep if you steal them.
I talked with Joyce and Susan and Heather and Lindsay and a lady who’s name started with an L…and now my shoulders hurt and…dang, i feel like an adult. i brought my lunch to work and everything. leftover feijoada.
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trying to…do something…here