I'm just a 32 year old gal living in the middle of the USA. Work too much, don't play enough. Love photography, ice hockey, playing bass guitar, and most anything British.
I blame the fact my company is stuck in the 70s. I was told to create a notepad design with a quote about “touching students’ lives” on it.
I might be a bit cynical, but it is taking a lot of willpower to not include this.
I get a text of “What are you doing the weekend of January 4th?” That is months away, I have no idea, which I tell him.
"YOU HAVE PLANS, MUAHAHAHAH!"
"Ooookay. Going to share them?"
"Wait, no, December 14th, that weekend."
"Nope. Still open. No hints?"
I got home from dinner with friends and he completely caved.
"Do you want to go to an Avs game on the 14th?"
Damn it. Spilled the beans on our anniversary present, but probably good because otherwise, in my infinitely busy life, I would have double-booked myself somehow.
I don’t know what I did to get so lucky, but I found myself a keeper.
I went to the job fair.
I intended to apply for a design job.
I applied for the design job.
Somehow, I also applied for on-air talent.