I just applied and have my first job already shopping a store at the mall. I'll get $12 for doing something I already do. Bizarre. What's even stranger is the level of education and interpersonal skills the job listers DON'T take for granted. "Be kind. Speak clearly. Don't be obnoxious."

Maybe this will be a catalogue of my secret shopper adventures. Or maybe just a place to write when my work's server goes down and brings the rest of my blogs and photo albums to a disturbing standstill.

Life has cruised by me so quickly. Just last night, I started humming to myself "life got in the way." I remembered the tortured evenings of listening to every sappy alternative love-lost song I could find. Bemoaning my inability to find (or decide) love. Now those songs are syrupy sweet, full of preservatives and caramel coloring. Not to mention hydrogenated oils. Oh so unhealthy.

My music of choice has been anything relaxing, anything to get my mind off the heaps of work that has to be done. Or perhaps to massage the worries out of my mind when I realize that I am moving to an unknown location in a couple weeks. Living somewhere for two months.

Where's the adventurer I always thought I was? I must have been too coddled the last few years. Maybe wearing that graduation gown sapped it all out of me.