The thing about Sundays

The day seems so long when one is actually sitting in it and then, very suddenly, it's 8:34 pm and you have to start thinking about what you're wearing to work tomorrow.

I'm still trying to figure out what the heck I did all day. Let's see... woke up at around ten, checked up on Mom, made brekky for us, drank coffee, wrote a blog on my other site, read the Sunday paper, drank a beer and read a magazine out on the patio, did some grocery shopping, made dinner, and thought about what to do with my hair tomorrow.

I really don't like Sundays, they create a sense of angst inside of me that I can't quite explain. Perhaps it's knowing that I'll have to get up at 5:15 the next morning after sleeping in for two days straight. Or maybe it's the quietness of the day. Sunday casts a relaxed hush on the surrounding world, there's no bustle, there's no mail or rush-hour traffic, it's just a quiet time to reflect. That doesn't seem like something I wouldn't enjoy but it is.

Maybe it's because I'm lonely. I really am. And I really feel it on Sundays. It's this palpable and very tangible loneliness that consumes me on Sundays when I can't rush around at work or the shops or whatever it is I do on the other six days of the week. Even though I'm away from The Fiance every day, there is no other day that I feel more alone than Sunday.

Dream Job

One of the things about starting fresh is that it gives you a prime opportunity to reassess your goals and search for your dream job. I, however, have no idea of what my dream job is. My Bachelor's degree is in journalism and marketing and my Master's is in Professional Communications and P.R.. So now what?

I'm trying to think about what it is I absolutely LOVE. I love fashion and beauty and fitness (though I don't love working out) and food. I'd like to do fashion P.R. and help create fashion events like runway shows and new brand opening parties. I hope I don't have to be a DimDim Girl to get my start though. I don't want to be a Corona Girl, and Budweiser Girl or anything like that. I've got degrees!

I have an interview on Monday morning and the only thing I'm really nervous about is that I'm going to have to wear a dumb outfit once I get the job and do "street marketing" like the the "club promoters" in their tube tops. I'm practically married, it's just not for me. But if you do that, then more power. No, I'm hoping there is a better path to finding my P.R./ Marketing dream job. Something I can build a strong career out of. We'll see what Monday brings.

Drivin' Mrs. Carey

"You know Xavier just got his license," she stated matter-of-fact-ly.
"Oh really?" I cringed. Oh goodness, my SIXTEEN year old cousin has his license now? Not only am I feeling morbidly old but I am also so far behind in life. How is it that I've travelled across the world, lived in a different continent, received two degrees, found a husband and done a bunch of other stuff, how is it that I forgot to learn to drive along the way? My name is Porscha for crying out loud, driving should be my forte.
You know, Barbara Walters never learned to drive, now she's got, like, twenty chauffeurs. But I'm no Barbara Walters. I want to know what it feels like to just hop in your car and go. I want to complain about gas prices and mileage and really understand what the hell I'm talking about.
So I've set a goal. I will get my license before the end of June. That's it. Wish me luck!!