Something about the 4th of July just doesn’t feel right anymore.

Maybe that’s just because today was a weird day. I worked from 8:45-3:30. Work was busy, but it wasn’t bad because I was inside in an air-conditioned space while it was a million degrees outside.

Today was supposed to go as such: work until 3:30, job interview at 5:30, movie at 8:30. Two of those things happened. The job interview did not.

It got bumped to tomorrow (though I don’t have a time as of yet). It has been a comedy of errors (minus the comedy part) setting up this interview. Even the application process was funky. I had to submit two emails because I forgot to attach my resume to the first one. Trying to leave a voicemail to set up an interview went wrong and some phone tag ensued. Then, the interview was supposed to be tonight at 6:30/5:30c. Some miscommunication led to us needing to reschedule for tomorrow. I really am passionate about the position and I just hope that by some miracle, the interview happens tomorrow and it goes well. I honestly can’t believe the man who is interviewing me hasn’t given up on me already, after all these little snafus. But, maybe, just maybe, this is all meant to be. I have to believe that. I have to believe that if I’m meant to earn it, I’ll earn it. (You don’t get a job, you earn one.) So… fingers are crossed for tomorrow.

I have tomorrow off from work, but since I haven’t heard back from the man regarding the interview time, I’m going to wake up early and then just keep checking my email. I know that’s probably silly, but I don’t want to chance it. I am making sure I do everything I can to make sure this happens, so if that means waking up early on my day off, so be it.

Though I was a little frustrated the interview didn’t happen yet (frustrated because now I will stress about it for another sleepless night), the day still ended pretty well because I went to see Magic Mike with a friend.

Magic Mike turned out to be a better film than I was thinking it was going to be. I still laughed hysterically at the strip routines (I can’t help it… those thongs just look so uncomfortable, and those ladies were just throwing themselves and money at those dancing men), but the dialogue-driven scenes were pretty solid. I am slowly, but surely, warming up to Channing Tatum. It’s taken him a few years, but the man is on the verge of becoming a decent actor to the point where I would actually consider watching a movie because he is in it (I’m not there yet.) Not going to lie, but my main reason for seeing Magic Mike was Matt Bomer. I was pleasantly surprised to walk out of the theater actually appreciating the dramatic aspects of the film more so than some of those strip routines. Like, Tatum in the car near the end of the film… that was great. No dialogue. Just his presence.

(btw – I did not get that Tarzan guy. Like, Fireman – yes, any of Tatum’s dance routines – yes, cowboys – yes, uniformed officers – yes… but that Tarzan guy was just not attractive. At all. But, to each his/her own.)

This probably sounds silly, but I’m really looking forward to this on DVD so I can watch it while listening to a director’s commentary. I want to see if he can justify why that girl playing Adam’s sister (brook?) had only one facial expression for the entire film. I mean, seriously… did this girl study at the same place Kristen Stewart did. Could they just not afford Kristen Stewart so they just hired a less famous girl who could hold a stoney facade for 2 hours? Yikes. I mean… there were glimpses of feelings throughout, but not enough to keep me from questioning if she and Kristen Stewart were long lost relatives.


So, on the drive home, I saw some fireworks. I don’t know if I’ll ever just be able to sit and enjoy July 4th fireworks ever again.

The best fireworks displays I can remember were from when I lived in Akron, OH. Downtown Akron used to put on quite a show. We’d also go to Fairlawn and listen to the symphony and then watch the fireworks (set to the 1812 Overture… awesome). But, I remember one summer, my brother and I walked downtown to watch the fireworks together. It was nice – just him and I (among thousands of people). We never really did a lot of stuff together, so that was kind of special and something I’ll remember forever.

Watching fireworks from the car while driving also reminds me of my sister and our trip to Chicago four years ago. We were living in Indiana and found out that morning that one of our grandmothers was sick/dying. We were too far away to go visit, so we did what we do best (and what we thought our grammy would have wanted us to do) – we took a road trip.

My sister and I hung up the phone from our father and decided to drive to Chicago, see a musical, spend the night, and drive back to our apartment the next day. We used the trip to try and acclimate me to driving on the highway (I had never driven more than 3 miles on the highway before and we were about to move back to Ohio… so I needed to learn how to drive distances by myself). So, I drove us to Gary, IN and then she drove us the rest of the way. We saw Jersey Boys, then drove back to our hotel. Since it was the 4th of July and late at night when we got out of our show, we saw fireworks shows from all over the city on our drive back. We stopped and got day-old doughnuts at Dunkin Donuts and ate them while watching crappy television in our hotel room. Then, the next day, we drove back.

So, it’s a little hard to celebrate America’s birthday when this day marks the anniversary of my family losing a loved one :/

That’s why I was extra thankful that I was able to go see a movie with a friend tonight. It was nice to not be in my own head for 2 hours when there’s usually too much stuff going on in there in the first place.

I should probably try and sleep. I have an interview tomorrow (probably…)

Have a good one