Well I think it's official. Taylor Swift is the most beautiful woman ever. Congratulations to all the finalists but she is just incredibly good looking and talented at the same time. No I didn't meet her so I don't know her personality but as far as superficiality goes ... she's there.

On to today's news. It hasn't changed much so brace yourself. I worked. *gasp* yes, I know, it is surprising that I would work on a day like today but I did it.

So, here's a question for all you readers out there (Gretchen) ... was I able to manage a theater filled with my friends? Serious question -- hopefully it'll be answered. I'm just curious if I was able to do it effectively or if I just compensated by bossing the others around more. I ask because, in my quest to have a social life, I was asked by one of the assistant managers if I was able to hang out with them (yes, they asked me). I stated that, as long as it does not affect my work, it should be OK as long as we are not announcing it to everyone. I say this based on what my boss had stated that he does not wish to tell us what we can and cannot do out of work but if it affects work, he must get involved. It makes sense to me but I want to make sure I was able to handle it in the past or if I just thought I did. If I cannot handle it, I'll have to decline any invitations but I thought I'd ask first.

It has finally warmed up a bit. It was 72 degrees down here. Just in time for spring break, which starts Monday. When I say "spring break," I mean for colleges to come down to our area for vacation. This lasts about a month as different schools come down during different weeks. If it rains, the theater gets slammed so that is going to be the anti-fun but otherwise it's basically business as usual except with more traffic to get there.

I have a funny feeling I am next at the theater to get sick. My throat is feeling a little funny this evening and I had managed to avoid it so far but I think I got too cocky and now I'll have to deal with whatever it brings. Illness usually doesn't hit me TOO hard but it still isn't fun.

My cousin Bob is having a baby (ok, his wife is having a baby with his assistance). Very exciting to have our first second cousin come into the world. I wish I could be back up there for that experience but no such luck for now.

So I head back to PA in May for a few days as one of my close friends gets married. It should be a momentous occasion even though I will not be bringing a date by my current pace. It would certainly be expensive to bring someone from down here should I meet someone between now and then anyway. Add to that my lack of skill in dating and you have my situation in a nutshell. I'm sure my "lack of skill" is mostly mental but, as per usual, the only place I really have any luck is at work where I demonstrate more confidence. I'm sure that is no accident as confidence is an attractive quality to have. Now I just need to transmit that confidence to every day life and we'll be onto something.

My one co-manager on several occasions has mentioned how one color combination or another matches my eyes. She almost seems to point it out at any opportunity. I cannot tell if it is some sort of flirting or if she just happens to notice that my eyes match green very well ... and brown. Tough to say but I say thank you and move on. Not really worth dwelling over since I cannot date a co-manager if I can barely hang out with them for sure. It's fun though anyway.

So I've been living on my own for almost two months. It really does not feel that long but time flies when you're staying focused I suppose. Maybe it just flies fast because there is no gauge with which to compare it to after college. Consider that all of your schooling you had a gauge to match your age. "Oh, I'm in 11th grade. Just one more year and I'm outta here." "Oh, I'm a sophomore in college, two more years until I'm outta here." You get the idea. I don't have that anymore so life seems to be moving much faster. Frightening really since I do not really have anything to look forward to except aging and promotion. Promotion is not going to be a standard item with which I can relate time to and aging is aging. I'll wake up one morning, look in the mirror, and go, "wait, is hair supposed to be there?" The answer of course is no and I'll then weep because I'll know I have gotten old. Is 25 too young to have a mid-life crisis?

Maybe working at a movie theater is a bad idea. You forget that you are not a "spring chicken" anymore although I am not old by any means. The staff manage to stay the same age and so, in your mind, you don't see yourself getting older either. If I worked with the same people for all of these ten years, I'd probably have better recognition of my aging since everyone else will be doing the same thing. Since the staff is still 16 - 18, I must still be 18 - 20, right? Nope. I'm 25. 26 this year. As far as they are concerned, I'm old. Woohoo. When did this happen again?

Bills are the pits. I've decided that someone wanted us to be tortured so they created money. Bleh. Nothing like living paycheck to paycheck, even for a temporary period of time. C-mon promotion. I have been told that May is a good timeline to aim for but part of me wonders if it'll actually happen then. I'll keep doing what I'm doing and see how it goes. I'm sure my parents will be fine with my getting fired and moving back home but "fired" and where I am right now are opposite entirely. (ok, so I'm not president of the company but you get the idea)

I'm sufficiently tired and, being my potential future illness, I am going to take this opportunity to get a good night's rest. I shall post again soon.