Oh My Holy Freaking Cow

I think I'm going insane. No, really, I mean it this time. For one, I was lying in bed last night, and I heard a bird. Although unless he's a ventriloquist, it isn't Earl, it's more of a "chirrup" sort of sound. We only have weensy trees on this side of the building, why oh WHY is yet another bird coming to torment me? Do I have some giant only-visible-to-birds target on me? I think this has ruined my ability to appreciate birds. Perhaps for life. Darn.

Now onto the big news. Nope, wait, I can't say the big news yet. Because I hate spoiling surprises. Suffice it to say that I was very, very excited when I heard this news. And then I panicked a little, and went to giggling to myself all last night pretty much. I tend to do that when I'm excited. I want this to stay under wraps, for now, even though it's killing me, it'll be that much sweeter when the day come. Watch this space. And follow the links if you're dying to know.

I do have other big news, though. As some of you may know, I am not coordinated. I am a writer and a singer, but I can't draw worth anything. Or write legibly for that matter. But, as of yesterday, I am an artiste. A sandwich artiste. Because too much time plus not enough money equals- Nettie got another job at Subway. Although it may produce spectacular, linktastic blogs, sitting round at home don't pay those bills. I've only really worked twice, but some things are obvious:

At Bath and Body Works, we wear aprons to look cute and to carry all our female junk around in. At Subway, aprons are so you don't get mustard at your pants. When I'm in the mall, all I get to drink is what I bring, unless someone makes a Chick-Fil-A run and brings me free water. During my first shift at Subway, after pulling a double at BBW running off that water and half a Peach Fanta, I think I filled the 20-ounce cup with Sprite five times in the first hour. Use your imagination on that. Because I do just like to think that I can juggle it all...