okay, so...

You Are A Little Snobby

And being a little snobby every once and a while is totally allowed. Because if no one was ever snobby, no one would ever try to dress up or look pretty. And while you do enjoy the finest things in life (that you can afford), you tire of superficiality. You know there's more to life than what's just on the surface.

Are You a Snobby Girl?

Amen to that.

You Are Incredibly Virtuous

You're so good that you may end up a saint. You do the right thing a lot more than most people, even when it's near impossible. You put a lot of thought in to every action you do. You always try to make the right decisions. And that's all it takes to be a truly virtuous person. Where You Are Virtuous You have the virtue of Industry. You know how to do what's useful and avoid time wasters. You have the virtue of Cleanliness. You keep yourself and your home clean. You have the virtue of Resolution. You are determined to do what you should, no matter how difficult it is. You have the virtue of Sincerity. You are not deceitful, and you always have the best intentions. You have the virtue of Moderation. You don't do anything at excess, and you avoid extremes You have the virtue of tranquillity. You do your best to keep your life peaceful and calm.

Are You Virtuous?

Hah. It all fits.


So last night...

I dunno. I had a good time and I definitely want to see Brandon again. I just don't know...geez, maybe this is the downfall of blind dating. Every time I've been out on a date before it was with someone I picked, so there was already a bit of..."spark." This time? Well, I didn't NOT like him, lol. He's funny and he opened the door for me, we have the thing going on where we have enough in common to get along but enough different that we can maybe explore a bit... (I'm referring to music and movies, mostly--after dinner, because Mountain Home is sucky about having shit to do, we went to Wal*Mart and went back to electronics and compared taste in music.)

At this point--he said he'd call me, and I hope he does and that we go out again, but if he doesn't, I'm not going to melt down over it.

Maybe that's healthier, though. I'm coming away from this asking myself questions and the answer is usually "I don't know." So I think basically there's just a lot I have to find out--which means more dating.

Afterward I went up to Taco Bell to tell Nico and stuff, and April ended up showing up so I chatted with her. Turns out this wasn't so much her idea to fix us up as it was him wanting to meet people--he DID just move here. So that's kind of points in his favor, but that means he doesn't come with the "Oh, I think you two would really work" stamp of approval that I thought he did. She also said that he said (he'd been mandated to call her as soon as he left) I looked better in person than my picture. This is insanely encouraging because I picked out a picture that I was afraid might have been a little misleading--too flattering, not really me. ^_^ (It also lends points to my theory that I don't photograph as well as I look because sometimes I think I look great in the mirror and try to snap a pic before I lose it, and the pic doesn't look as good as the mirror.)

While at Taco Bell, I was outside with Nico while he smoked and Steve was there, and I asked Nico what he thought and Steve cut in with "I think maybe you should stop asking other people what THEY think and do what the hell YOU want." I flipped him off, but I wonder if he maybe has a point.

Best moment of the evening: At Wal*Mart, he pulled out a CD by a band he liked, and we looked on the back and there was a song called "To the Pain," and I asked if that was a Princess Bride reference. He didn't know because he hadn't heard the song, but he started quoting the movie. "'Yes, a fight to the death.' 'No, it shall be to the PAIN!'" And then he was all, "I don't know, I've never heard of this movie you're talking about," and we laughed and I told him good, if he really hadn't I might have left him there at Wal*Mart and gone home. XD

His favorite movie is Boondock Saints, which is also Kristy's favorite movie and which I've been meaning to watch. (Note to self: don't let them meet until I've either snagged him or decided I just want to be friends! Nevermind that Stuart--Kristy's bf--loves it, too. Lol.)

Oh, and some of the things to check over: He IS apartment-hunting, and paying rent to his family in the meantime, so that's all good, and the drinking thing is a nonissue. Forgot to ask about the dog. Grr.

So yeah. Hopefully he calls. I'm going to...do some work...now...

oh yeah, there's work stuff too

So Tim is pretty much taking over, but he's introducing changes that I see as improvements. MY GOD, THEY ARE REPLACING QIC THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! He's giving out random bonuses (we're getting $10 for every demo we set this week in the form on a Wal*Mart card, hello gas money on Monday), definitely giving out raises (I don't care how small it is, it's pretty much just principal), and getting us better equipment--headsets for those who want them (not me!! I don't want this job to remind me of Taco Bell) and possibly dual monitors. (Which, well--if that's dual CRTs I don't want them, but if that means dual FLATSCREENS I'm all over that.)

Today we're not calling followups, we're calling schools in Texas to invite them to an education conference. For every one that shows up that we called, we're getting $10. (I'm willing to bet on a Wal*Mart card, too. The thing is, if they give it to us that way, it doesn't get taxed, unlike our bonuses. So that's kind of good, too.)

I think I might actually adjust to these changes really well!

ETA--Oh, and rescheduling today's followups will give me an excuse to stay late...hehehe...

my job...is full of win

Best thing ever: Tisa (our receptionist) calls to let me know Tim, call center's new boss, is on park one, so I hang up and answer. The first words are out of his mouth are "I'm sorry, you were right, I was wrong..."

And then about three more seconds into it, I realize there's been a mixup and he meant to call the other Sarah. (I think. He might actually have been trying to get a hold of Sara.)

On a side note, her last name is Ferguson, so she's Sarah Ferguson, like the Duchess. The real Duchess, not Fergie of Black Eyed Peas fame. Her name is actually Stacy, which took forever to get through my head, and then she put it in a song. </ramble of random>