beginning on my quest to become paula deen.....

just kidding. well....half kidding anyway.

wow, i have not written on here in a long time.

i can't help it. my work computer won't let me blog b/c it has it blocked. and since this is the first week i have been home in forever, i haven't had a chance.
(haha...i talk like people other than my dad actually read this. i love you dad).

my first week of my new job was spent in pittsburgh. i left charleston around 6am, hoping to sleep on the way there, but sitting next to people on the plane who wanted to chat on both of my flights. however, the lady on the longer flight just so happened to start talking about faith, and her doubts, and her thoughts about the church, etc. etc. etc. Talk about the Lord handing me the easiest conversation ever to talk about my testimony, my experiences with God, and my love of Jesus. Her husband kept asking me if I wanted him to make her be quiet...haha. It was awesome...but...the bad part about plane rides is they are so short and you never see those people again. i am praying that the things we talked about and the reading i recommended will help her on her journey.

so i get to pittsburgh. at 10:30 on a sunday morning. practically everything in the whole city is closed, but i get on the hotel shuttle to go see the andy warhol museum. on the shuttle, i meet a guy and his kids who give me a free ticket to the Chicago Cubs/Pittsburgh Pirates game. I mean, really. Ridiculous.
So I go the museum....drool over the cambell's soup cans.....and meet them at their seats at the baseball game.....ON THE 5TH ROW....ON THE THIRD BASELINE. needless to say,i bought a baseball hat and some cracker jacks and called my dad to gloat over my amazingly strange luck that day.

okay okay. so the job. basically 40 new "rookies"from across the US trained the past two weeks (pittsburgh, then charlotte) learning everything about the Art Institutes nationwide. We memorized presentations, studied, and then had to get up and present...the 15 new culinary reps went into the kitchens with one of the top chefs in the country and he laughed at us while we learned to chop, mince, dice, and julienne. Somewhere between the dicing and the julienne I cut off half my fingernail and quickly got familiar with the first aid station in the kitchen. (i wasn't the only casualty, okay?).

The funny part was, all 40 of us had similar personalities. Meaning....the majority of us could have a conversation with a brick wall and like getting up in front of people. So when we were all together, it was a little.....loud.....to say the least. :)

i think one of the most enjoyable things so far is that i can be more of myself in this job. they want me to be funny....they want me to talk to people. crazy i know. i'm not afraid of taking a wrong step and getting fired for stapling something the wrong way, or not cleaning out the fridge, or something like that.

well....that and the fact that it gives me an excuse to watch the food network.