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  <title>Between Here and There</title>
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  <updated>2008-07-24T08:10:32Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:introvertkitty:1299</id>
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    <title>Standing Still</title>
    <published>2008-07-24T08:10:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T08:10:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've&amp;nbsp;been sitting here dragging my&amp;nbsp;feet.&amp;nbsp; I'm not in school. No closer to it then I was a year ago. I'm not really going anywhere with my life. I'm just&amp;nbsp;sitting here doing the same&amp;nbsp;thing everyday.&amp;nbsp; I go to work, eat, sleep, listen to my ipod sitting&amp;nbsp;on my bed,&amp;nbsp;chill on the computer, and on occasion watch some anime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more active when J isn't&amp;nbsp;here though.&amp;nbsp; He's at work tonight and I did some Tae Bo.&amp;nbsp; Billy Blanks makes me laugh and act silly.&amp;nbsp; He's just so serious all the time. I nearly peed my pants the first time I&amp;nbsp;watched him do the whole "take a break and come right back" thing he does with the hand movements and everything!&amp;nbsp; However, I really like doing it, and I&amp;nbsp;can feel it afterwords which I like.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs deeply*&amp;nbsp; I know I have to move back to&amp;nbsp;Chicago.&amp;nbsp; I know it would be better&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;me in the long&amp;nbsp;run.&amp;nbsp; Jason and I are on&amp;nbsp;the rocks.&amp;nbsp; Store is closing.&amp;nbsp; Not any closer to school.&amp;nbsp; I'm just scared.&amp;nbsp; I don't have any friends up there, and I'm terrified that I am going to go all the way there and then just want to come back to NC again. That I will hate it there just as much&amp;nbsp;as I do here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I remember last year when I went home for&amp;nbsp;six months. I couldn't wait to get back to NC.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately though, things here have been driving me nuts.&amp;nbsp;When I hear peoples accents it's like nails on a chalk&amp;nbsp;board ( which is funny, cause I'm&amp;nbsp;the accented one down here!).&amp;nbsp; I want to smack J all the time for his bad manners (he was raised country, but not deep country).&amp;nbsp; I want to run home where there is a more ethnicly diverse croud.&amp;nbsp; Where I can go and get good chinese food, or&amp;nbsp;Indian, or Thai...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really the dread of&amp;nbsp;potentally hating my store, and being lonely as all get out is&amp;nbsp;terrifing me!&amp;nbsp; Because&amp;nbsp;I do really like working for Starbucks, I don't want to leave that job.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:introvertkitty:805</id>
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    <title>Closing Woes</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T15:06:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T15:06:21Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Keyboard clicking</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So my store is slated to close down.&amp;nbsp; We don't yet have a date, and most of the Baristas seem to think that we will pull off some miracle and stay open.&amp;nbsp; Sad thing is, our store is only four months old.&amp;nbsp; Our manager just moved here, and we all click so well.&amp;nbsp; People tell us every day that we are the best/friendliest store in town and that they don't understand why we're closing.&amp;nbsp; Granted on paper we look bad at the moment, but it's summer in a college town, and the road we are on is under heavy construction.&amp;nbsp; Just give us until the fall, and I'm positive that we will have numbers better then what they want.&amp;nbsp; I really don't want to leave my team.&amp;nbsp; We rock,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am realistic and I'm trying my hardest to see this as a positive thing.&amp;nbsp; Like a big kick in the ass when I've been stagnating for too long.&amp;nbsp; Grandma's house is vacant.&amp;nbsp; She's in a retirement center with her sister and the house is paid for.&amp;nbsp; I've been told I can live in that house for free for atleast a year even if she were to die tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; More if my sister and I both move in and pay for the daily bills (gas, electric, taxes....), which, I really do think the two of us can swing. I'm just not sure that I can deal with Chicago people again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense, I love Chicago, I'm a Chicago person born and raised (they all think I'm a crazy yankee down here).&amp;nbsp; But there is something about the south that is just warmer.&amp;nbsp; Even when people are pissed off at us there are nicer then they are back home.&amp;nbsp; People are friendlier in general down here.&amp;nbsp; Plus I would really miss some of the staff.&amp;nbsp; I mean, we're all friends!&amp;nbsp; We chill together on weekends, we go out for a beer after all the stores close down.&amp;nbsp; That and I really don't want to go back to my old store.&amp;nbsp; My manager there wants me. However he may not be able to keep me on as a shift.&amp;nbsp; And regardless no one there listens to me since they all knew me as a Barista.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J and I are also having some problems.&amp;nbsp; Things have been good since I have been talking about moving home, I think because we will both miss each other and we're comfortable right now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We've been talking of breaking up on and off for a while now, and I think that this might be a good time to do that. So, I guess I've already decided, I just have to jump up and do it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm visiting home in three weeks (planned before the list was published), and I'm going to talk with the manager of one of the stores there, and see if I can get a position.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even if it's not shift at first, they can't promise me shift here anyway.&amp;nbsp; And my manager here is going to train me up in Coffee Master to make a transfer look better for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just all too much right now.&amp;nbsp; I like plans.&amp;nbsp; I like knowing when things are going to happen, and how it is all going to go down.&amp;nbsp; Right now I know nothing.&amp;nbsp; I have no real plan because I have no dates or info.&amp;nbsp; I hate things being up in the air and it's driving me nutters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally random note, do the Vivanno drinks make anyone else have to pee a lot?&amp;nbsp; Cause seriously, every time I touch one I have to pee every ten minutes for like four hours!!! It's insane!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:introvertkitty:703</id>
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    <title>Been Quite a While....</title>
    <published>2008-07-22T18:29:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-22T18:29:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The lull of the air conditioner.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I can't remember my user name or password for my old account, it has been so long. So I figured I would start up a new one.&amp;nbsp; Actually, I got drawn back in by the Barista group.&amp;nbsp; I'm a shiftie at Starbucks currently.&amp;nbsp; No plans to do anything different in the near future.&amp;nbsp; School seems to continually slip though my fingers and run off full force.&amp;nbsp; So, for the time being this is my life.&amp;nbsp; It's better then most jobs, the company rocks and takes care of it's people for the most part.&amp;nbsp; I don't feel like a number.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much is going on in my life right now.&amp;nbsp; People dying, a potential move, my store being slated to close down.&amp;nbsp; Everything is up in the air all the time, and it is getting to be too much for me at the moment.&amp;nbsp; I need somewhere to let it all out, and not worry about what anyone thinks, or whom may be reading it.&amp;nbsp; So there you are.&amp;nbsp; I'm just gonna get up and write. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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