Well. Yesterday (Thursday) I went and did sealings at the temple. My first time. Wouldn't you know it, one of the former Provo DI associates was also there. It was the most awkward experience of my life. I think he got fired. And if you get fired from DI, that is a big deal. You win some kind of award for achieving the impossible. He kept chewing his nails and picking at his eyes the whole time. And I know that is a horrible attitude to have. But come on. I pretended like I didn't recognize him. I don't think I will do sealings again until I am married.

Then today I went to the Sugarhouse DI grand opening. They put me in charge of the cashiers since, you know, that is my forte. O.M.G. It was fine, really, except for all the mean customers. The day started off with some old lady pulling the matriarch card on me when I wouldn't lower a price for her. "I'd think you would be kinder to a grandmother!" I was still feeling pretty good about the overall experience until the end of the shift when some girl started mouthing off to me. I wanted to cry right there on the sales floor. I don't like taking crap from people I know and I definitely don't appreciate having to take it from a stranger.

Then I went out to my car and my windshield was cracked. Ah. Sum.

Really the best part is that all these guys in my ward are suddenly interested in me. Seriously, they have done nothing with their lives. Why not, I ask? "Anxiety issues." "I'm still deciding what I want to do." Seriously? At 30 years old? It's like the older I get and the further I push myself, the older I have to date. And there is a guy who seems to have it all together who SEEMED like he might have been mildly interested in me at one point. So what did I do? Shot him down. Again and again. I was afraid of circumstance. Of course, now that I realize what an idiot I was, he is laying low.

Sometimes all you can do is cry your eyes out and resolve to buy some See's in the morning.