Yes, I know. It's been four months and I haven't written a word. But in all honesty, I haven't had much time. Alright, so that's partially a lie, as my current job keeps reminding me that you always have time for everything. It's called: Time Management, and it all starts with a planner and a plan. Yeah, I know, cheesy, right? But that's kind of what my Crazy Knife Job is all about: cheese. Well, actually it's about the instruments used to cut it (which now come in an awesome Asian style). And that's also what this summer has been about: knives, food (it's for cutting!), money, and half-frantically moving from one thing to the next.
So, anyway, let me re-cap.
May was about applications, and catching up with a few friends I'd sorely missed while at Harlaxton. Unfortunately none of the initial applications were answered in my favor, except one: Vector Marketing.
June was about training and the beginning of my Crazy Knife Job. In a jist, I sell high-quality kitchen cutlery (and some outdoors items) known as CUTCO, wonder knives, really. Every night, I go through my own database of referrals and call person after person to set up demonstrations for the next day, or maybe the next, etc. Then, I call in for PDI every morning (between 7 and 9!), and the day begins (albeit a tad bit early for my preferences, which I have to get over given that my chosen career path requires early mornings and late nights). If I've got any demos during the day, that's what I do, and then I come home, have a good dinner and make some more phone calls before walking the dogs and hitting the sack.
I know, I know. It's the last thing you'd picture me doing! I mean, come on, me? Making phone calls? AND doing presentations? Actually, the presentations are the easy part. It's all there in the blue book. It's truthfully the phone calls that were scary at first, and still are, really. But once you get a few yay-sayers, everything goes a lot better. Of course, I've only really been making a lot of these calls in the past few weeks before and after SC3 (Summer Conference 3).
July was mostly taken up with a quick trip up to the French Consulate in Chicago to get my visa, which is definitely anti-climactic. Kind of like getting your permit. You stand in line, hand over some papers, pay a second $70 processing fee (the first one is to get a simple e-mail proving that, yes, you are indeed a student), and then they say ok. And you get a visa stuck into your passport and mailed to you. It's a lot more exciting to have the visa when you get it, though. Of course, July was also about going out to Colorado, seeing old friends, and spending way too much money. Which is why I've been making so many phone calls.
So, August has been about phone calls, money, and getting ready to leave for another semester-long adventure. This one to France. Rennes, to be specific. In fact, I leave in just five days. And I have way too much to do, too. Errands to run, demos to do, bags to be packed. So, naturally, I'm feeling a bit frantic. Especially since recently August has become a bit more complicated. Namely, my Granddad is in the hospital in Florida and I can't see him. I'm also not sure what's really going on with him, since Dad's family is bad about keeping people in the loop, so I'm a bit unhappy right now. But, Lauren is flying out there tomorrow as Mom and I's representative. I wish I could go with her, although it'd probably only make the situation way too real for my liking. In all honesty, I kind of like being far away where the whole situation can seem surreal and nonexistent. I don't like it when things get messy like that. I very much prefer to be uninvolved. Not really a good thing, I know.
But that's who I am right now: Detached. And a bit frantic. And a girl with a Crazy Knife Job that she actually enjoys.
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