New and Old

New job. Old skills.
Nervous

breath

A girl can always dream, can't she?

Home

...is where I park my car. zoom zoom

Interaction

Human interaction: everyone needs it.
Everyone needs a friend.
Everyone needs companionship.
Everyone needs to feel important to some degree.

Bottom line: Everyone needs to feel loved

Post Office-too much control

Back in January of this year, I went to the post office to change my address from Arizona to New Mexico. It asked if it would be a permanent chance to a temporary one. I put permanent, just because I had no clue where I would be moving after I was done here in May. Being that I trust the girls I was living with, they said they would hold onto or mail my mail to me. However, the USPS decided to take things a step further, they went and informed every single company that I had changed my address. The next time I went to type in my Tucson zip code with my credit card it said, "not valid". No one told me the Post Office would be changing my address with everyone. Shouldn't there be some type of notice?? I mean, they even changed the address for my car insurance AND informed the state of Arizona that I am no longer a resident there, in turn, revoking my Arizona voting rights. Goodness! You know, anyone can go fill out a change of address form for anyone and just drop it in the mail. Highly illegal, but very very easy to do. Not so easy to do online, but easy to do if you get the paper copy and just drop it in the mail. How terrible is that? Something you think they would regulate just a little better. As long as I know your address and your first and last name, I can change all your address information-and in turn-the post office will change all your address information for all your banks, credit cards, car insurance, voter rights, any other important stuff that you have coming to your current address.
Wow, scary.

The part that really sucks is that I still don't have a permanent address. I've been moving around a lot, and don't know exactly where I will settle down. Using my parent's address is out of the question because I refuse to claim that I still live with them: I'm an independent woman.
Today I logged onto the USPS web site to see about changing everything to a P.O. box, however, in order to open a P.O. box, you need to have an address. UGH! In order to get a place to live, you need to have a previous address, in order to get a job you need to have an address. What about people who are like me? New location every 3-6 months? What the heck are we suppose to do? It just seems a little messed up. As if you are not a USA citizen unless you have some sort of permanent residence.
Jen's address: HER CAR!
You know what my next big goal is? Get a house. Something to call my own. I'm sick of moving my stuff from place to place and never having a place to call "home". Apartments suck. I want a house.

Are You My Friend?

I rarely get onto my Myspace (compared with how often I check Facebook) but I do know how many friends I have, last I checked I had 51, I checked today and I have 50. So I scrolled through the people who are on there to try and figure out who dropped me, but couldn't. Currently I have 696 friends on Facebook, but there are a few I have never met, some I have met only once or twice, several I knew pretty well at some point because we worked for the same company or went to school together (most college, some high school, and even fewer, jr high). However, out of all these "friends" very few are actually what I would consider true friends.

What is a friend?

Is a friend someone you can call up and chat with?
Help you out with whatever? Whenever?
Someone who goes out of their way to do you a favor?
Someone who recognises when it's your special day (and not just a Facebook message because they just so happened to notice in the little box on the lower right hand corner of their homepage that it was your birthday) but rather, someone who goes out of their way to make it your special day regardless of what you may or may not have done for them for theirs?
Comes over in a heartbeat with a box of tissues, a chick-flick, red vines, and a warmly scented candle after your heart was just broken?
Knows most all your secrets and keeps them secret?
Will listen to all your problems without rolling their eyes?
Gets up at 1am in the morning (no questions asked) and drives half-way to phoenix from Tucson(even though they have work at 4am) for much needed comfort for running your car off the road into a guardrail?
Sends you random cards/letters/post cards/gifts?
Calls you just to say hi?
Uses you when it's convenient?
Lets you crash on their couch/floor/or whatever space you have available because they'd rather stay with a friend than in some over priced, lonely motel room?
Spends time with you just because they enjoy you?
And how often should these thing be done? Once? twice? Continuously?

Under these conditions, I would say I MIGHT have 5 friends, maybe less. OR are these the only conditions we consider a "best friend"?

What is Facebook or Myspace really for then? To check up on people, stalk them a little so maybe you don't really have to call them and "waist time" talking when you can figure out what's going on in a few clicks on pics and and once over their "wall" and "about me" profile?
Do we use it to compare one another? To see who's better off/doing well? Jealous? Or, to just stay in the loop? Who's with who? Who's still available? Did you see the latest....?? Gossip gossip gossip. MORE GOSSIP.
To stay in contact?
BUT for what reason??

Do we really need all these friends we claim to have? How many of them are really there for the enhancement of our own lives? Or do we remain friends with them because we think we are enhancing their lives? OR do we remain friends because "we might need them someday"? But what if that "someday" comes and they can't be counted on?

In short, I'm sure my life would go on and be just fine without half the "friends" I have in it. In fact, I'm tempted to do what so many already have and "lose" all my numbers. AND THEN if someone calls me, contacts me because they want to talk to me for me, then maybe that person is my friend. hummmm.... but that would be giving up a sense of control.... but I'll save that topic for another blog.

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