It's good to be the king

So, I guess that early evening could technically be considered afternoon because it does happen after noon. Sorry. The past two days have been a bit hectic. Looking back on yesterday, it feels as though I'm actually looking back on six distinct days that went as follows:

Day 1: The treadmill

Lately the runs have been feeling better and better. Maybe it's a bit gross, but a sweat-soaked shirt actually feels really good against the skin after running for a while. However, for some reason my time running in place never quite feels as though it's a part of the day during which it happened. It's as if the day doesn't begin until after I've run and had a shower. Maybe it takes that long for me to wake up in the morning. But I don't know. Because we had company in the house for most of today, I haven't had any quality time with the treadmill. I haven't felt completely right all day either and was wondering if there was some connection between the two.

Day 2: Writing about myself

I spent most of yesterday morning writing and editing cover letters (with some advice from my mom) to send out with my resume. I'm not comfortable writing about myself, so the whole trying to sell myself in less than a page is quite daunting for me. Hopefully this blog is going to help with that little issue of mine. When I write fiction, it seems as though the stories that are based more closely to my life get the least kind receptions. The stuff that I completely make up, however, that's what people like. My problem with writing about myself is probably a bit of a confidence issue. I need to work on that.

Day 3: The King on display

So I took one of my cover letters and my new resume back to the professor who had ripped into my old resume. On campus outside the professor's building, a woman in a passing truck waved and smiled at me. The sun was glaring off the window so I couldn't make out anything but the smile and the hair color. The smile was one of recognition: ohmygoodnessitsnicetoseeyou. Of the women that I knew on campus, I can only think of five or six with that color hair (dark brown, almost black) who would recognize me. I'm pretty sure at least half of them were ready to graduate at the same time that I did. So I spent the rest of the walk trying to figure out who that woman was and feeling good that either an old friend or a complete stranger was happy to see me. Maybe a bit pathetic, but it started the ball rolling toward my really good mood.

The whole day, I had been nervous about what this professor would say about my cover letter and new resume. But she had no criticism whatsoever. She said she couldn't think of anything to change in the resume, and the only suggestion she had for the cover letter was a way to get around the whole "To whom it may concern:" travesty. . . So she said that everything looked good and was very encouraging in general. That put me in a great mood. Not only did I still have a bit of a fire going in my belly motivating me to do stuff, but I also replenished my confidence for the whole job search thing. So I sent stuff out to apply for jobs yesterday. Unfortunately, later that evening I got an email bounced back at me because I had mixed up a couple of the letter in the companies email address. But that was easily corrected.

The one position that I'm the most excited about is actually an internship, a paid internship with benefits. The position is with a life insurance company's fund that was set up in an attempt to better it's community. If I were to get that position, I would be responsible for researching organizations for the fund to donate to, and I might also be working on the organization's databases, writing copy, editing and writing articles for the newsletter, building presentations, and more. Even if the internship doesn't turn into a job with that company, it's still an opportunity that I'm excited about.

Day 4: So many children

My sister's family came to town last night. When they come to visit, my brother's family, who lives in town, also comes to visit. With four kids all four years old or younger, the place was a shrieking whirlwind of cuteness and stopdoingthat. For those of you who know my family and realize that when we all gather like that, pizza is likely to happen: fear not. I did not succumb to the temptation of yeasty crusts and gooey cheese and nitrite laden toppings. I was strong.

Day 5: If a couple goes off on their own to get married and then comes back to have a party, do you still call it a reception?

The reason my sister's family came to town yesterday was a party to celebrate the marriage of a good family friend, voiceman. It was very good to see him. He looked good, seemed to be doing good. It was the first time I had met his wife. She seemed amazing, a good fit. At this point, I'm not sure what I should write about the reception. It was fun. There were hijinx. I talked to people. I avoided people. It was a party. Most of all I just wanted to get across how happy I am for voiceman. He deserves all the joy he can get.

Day 6: Halo

So after the reception I went and played Halo with some friends. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I was up until well past two in the morning. But it was a good time. We laughed a lot, said, "You suck!" and "Ha!" and "C'mon!" and "Did you see that!" and. . . Maybe one of these days I'll try to recreate a Halo night. But this day isn't it.

Conclusion

I guess in writing about each part of yesterday, I didn't really explain why each felt like a different day. It's just that each part had a different quality to it, my mind was in so many different states, and I haven't had a day with so many tones in a long, long time.