Just One of Those Weeks

It really has been "one of those" weeks. At the beginning of the summer I spent a good three weeks applying for and looking for jobs around the valley. I tell you, this is a hard place to find work.
As an art major I REALLY wanted to find a job at a framing place, like Michael's or Hobbly Lobby.  But there was no luck there.
So, one day mom and I were driving home when mom goes: "Hum... I know that Prince Gallery place is a long shot(because they're a family owned busyness), but why don't you just go in and try."
I just so happened to have a resume in my sketchbook, so I did not object.
Long story short, about 20 minutes later I walk out with the great news that he was, in fact, hiring.  Wow!
A few days later I get a call to come in for a five hour shift to see if things were going to work out.
Basically I got the job.

It was really great and absolutely perfect for the profession I'm going into in the future. Mostly I worked on making fridge magnets(we called them embellishments) for Summer Fest. I got a little experience with the frames and mat board cutting.

Unfortunately Summer Fest didn't go well for their booth, which was less than ideal. On the last day of Summer Fest I was sitting in the shop puttying a frame(one of my absolute favorite things to do) when Frank came in and took a seat. He proceeded to explain to me the negative turn of events and what that meant for the busyness and for him and that after much debating he finally decided that he had to let me go.
I kept my cool fairly well but completely broke down when I got home. All of a sudden every plan that I had made for the future, every certainty had just crumbled under me, and all of a sudden nothing was certain. I was freaking out.

So Saturday I was layed off and Sunday was Father's day, so I couldn't necessarily mope around all day. I fasted that day and then went and pranked my dad's car, putting sticky notes all over the front of it. He and the rest of the ward members got a real hoot out of that.
Monday everything was going fine. I had spent the day with my sister and her son and daughter at the pool when I went over to mom and dad's to eat lunch and start figuring out what I was going to do with myself for the rest of the summer.
And that's when it all started....
I ate lunch and then curled up next to my mom, who was talking on the phone on the couch. I waited for her to get off so we could talk, but after a while I fell asleep and then she left. When I woke up I was sick. We're not exactly sure what it was... Perhaps a 24 our stomach flu. Maybe Food poisoning. Something that I picked up from Summer fest. Who knew. So I was basically bed ridden, the rest of Monday puking my "toes up"(as mom would put it haha). The night was really hard, being in horrible pain all night long and the next morning was only a little better.
I woke up to my dad feeling my head around 2 relieved to find that the pain was finally gone. Then the neck pain set in. I couldn't(and still can't) move my neck hardly at all. So I was basically bed ridden with an ice pack on the back of my neck, unable to move at all because of the pain (and I couldn't take ibuprofen cause of my stomach).

On the bright side, I have an absolutely fabulous family who's done nothing but baby me (something I've missed while living on my own). And I've been awarded another scholarship for the upcoming school year.


There's still a lot of uncertainty but I'm hopeful.