Interesting

Today was interesting. I spent the majority of my time working with materials, trying to stay awake, and thinking about my next meal (what's up with that??). On the Metro on the way home, a tiny woman was practically groping me trying to keep her balance between stops! So I came home, made dinner, and decided I would go get a gourmet cupcake from Alexandria Cupcake down the street!

I can't explain my excitement walking to the store. I walked fast for two reasons: 1. I couldn't wait til I got my hands on a cupcake! and 2. I wanted to make sure I got home early enough to see Wheel Of Fortune!! Well, I walked up the stairs, opened the door, and behold: ten types of cupcakes staring at me in the eyes. No doubt about it: they looked yummy, but there was hardly anything in the store. Now, here's my next point: if you're going to do "small business," do good "small business!" This girl (who didn't look much older than me) was not friendly, happy, smiling...NOTHING! She said, "What can I get you?" That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. I told her it was my first time there (expecting an introduction to her cupcakes), and she just said, "Oh." Needless to say, I went with a mission, and I chose a mocha cupcake. Chocolate with whipped mocha icing and a chocolate covered espresso bean. She rang me up and put the cupcake on a napkin for me. I said, "Actually, do you have a box I can take it in? I need to walk a couple blocks home with it." She said, "Oh. I should've asked. Sorry." That's it. Nothing less, nothing more. I took my damn cupcake and walked out. I can find a better cupcake shop.



Also, I have been cooking (a bit), and thought you'd like to see my unorthodox dinner I made a few nights ago:



Honestly, I need to confess something. I have been questioning becoming an interior designer for years, and honestly, I'm still second guessing myself. I am also second guessing living up here. It's just so expensive. I would be much happier in a place where it didn't have to cost a leg and an arm to have a roof over my head. Of course, I need to be in the city to make any money in my industry, which is another reason why I'm not 100% on this decision. I just don't know about anything today.

*Sigh*. I am a pretty normal girl, but I do not want a normal job. I do not want to sit in an office, in a chair, day in and day out, answering phones, and updating files. I do not want a boring, lifeless, calm, easy job. I do not want a strenuous, 60 hour a week, sorry I can't do lunch, can hardly see my family job. I want to help people. I want to interact with people. Not just any people, though. All people. Every people. I want to see new people I have never seen before, I want to see people that I see all the time, and I want them to want to be around me. I feed on conversation. I don't want to be afraid to say too much, and I want to be my bubbly, cute self. My industry is a bit suffocating. It's unsure. It's elegant. It's a job girls (and some guys) dream about having. I...haven't ever dreamed about this job, honestly.

If I had a dream job, I would want to be a successful cake/cupcake baker. I would want to be in a cute location, cute decor, with cute baked items stacked everywhere. I would want to do event cakes, party cakes...I'd have regulars, I'd have new people, and I would be friendly, helpful, and nice. People would love to come to my store. They would bring their friends and family to my store. They would love to sit in there, enjoy a homemade up of my coffee, and would head home to my loving family after a day's work.

Is that too much of a dream? My education could help me so much with this idea. I would just have to go back to school for baking. Maybe take some classes while working during the day to pay off student loans. ...Dad would disown me.

Maybe a glass of wine will help me make my decision.