There are so many things I should be doing right now. For example, finishing my AP Lit homework or finishing my last three college supplements. But instead I'm blogging and going on sporcle (great website btw- but deadly if you've got important things to do). Damn. I've been having such a hard time because I already have senioritis and I haven't even gotten into a college yet. I have no real right to be doing this right now until April, when I've heard from the fourteen schools I'm applying to (I shouldn't have ended that sentence in a preposition- my English teacher wouldn't be happy). At least I'm thinking about English, right? I'm also thinking about college and getting the apps done....I guess "it's the thought that counts" doesn't exactly hold water in this particular situation. I just want to get into college and be done with it. At first, I was thinking, I just want to know that I'm at least going to go somewhere. I know I'll find out from some places fairly soon because they have earlier notification dates, so then I'll have that bit of comfort that I'm not going to be living with my parents next year (not to be anything against my parents- I just want to go to college- see new things). Even though I want that comfort, I'm afraid that if I get into the schools that have earlier notification dates, my unprecedented senioritis will get so increased that it will become fatal. My god, I'm SO ready to get out of high school. I could graduate a semester early if I wanted- I'd have the credits, but I'd have to find something to do for 4 and a half months before I went to wherever I decide to go to college. I also think that there's something in graduating with your class and having all the end of year special senior things at the end of the year. All that stuff's starting to not matter to me anymore- I JUST WANT TO GET OUT. OK- time to peel myself away from this and finish my monologue analysis.
This was a really negative post. I apologize. I'll try to be more positive next time.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
My Job
I work at a dog kennel (there's a place for cats too, but I don't go up there very often). I love dogs- I have three in fact. Their names are Guster (beagle/hound mix), Kate (Sheprador), and Clara (boxer/lab mix). That's in order from oldest to youngest. They're really awesome.
Anyways- this is about working with other people's dogs- not mine. So, I like working with dogs, but at the kennel, I hardly ever get to be with them. With some exceptions, all I do is clean the kennels and clean up their shit. I say with some exceptions because I do help my boss (we'll call her Jill) or another person who works there wash dogs sometimes and that's pretty cool. And I do get to move dogs in and outside sometimes- so I supposed that's something. It's just that everything is so fast-paced and stressful so it's not like I get to pat them and play with them, which would be nice. Plus, because I do essentially the same types of things every day I work, things get really tedious and monotonous (I used red to express my annoyance at this inescapable fact). I work four days a week, 28 hours a week (give or take- depending on when things get done).
So here's an edit. I haven't been working there for a LONG time, but since it's been so long, I'll just tell all about it. First, I want to post this cool thing that I wanted to send in as a short answer response on the commonapp about the kennel. I didn't because it really didn't have anything to do with anything good about me. It's just kind of funny:
When I started working at the local kennel, I expected to find an enjoyable atmosphere with dogs to play with and interesting “dog people” who could teach me. What I found was quite the contrary. I found dogs whose poop (and occasionally vomit) I had to clean up every day and people that were such “dog people” that I was surprised they were human. I found myself alone much of the time, scrubbing cages until my 30-minute lunch break in a 9-hour day. I’ve never complained about some alone time, but I soon realized that there is such a thing as too much. Despite the negatives of this job, there were benefits. I learned what kind of job I don’t want when I grow up and I was left with a comical story to tell whenever anyone asks me “What’s working at a kennel like?” Well, let me tell you…
The reason it's so short is because it could only be 150 words or less. I think this is exactly 150 words. Anyways, that's the job in a nutshell. But here's why I don't work here anymore...I had told Jill that I could work for the whole summer. My soccer preseason started in the third week of August or something and there was an AFS thing where I wanted to volunteer the week before. I'm an AFS volunteer, so that's not just some completely random thing. So anyways, Jill tweaked when I told her:
Her: with a sharp angry tone that she calls matter-of-fact I thought you were working for the whole summer?
Me: timidly Well, this is my summer.
Her: Well, August is our busiest month. I need someone for those last weeks. abruptly We'll just make the ninth your last day.
note: this is the sunday before the AFS week
Anyways- this is about working with other people's dogs- not mine. So, I like working with dogs, but at the kennel, I hardly ever get to be with them. With some exceptions, all I do is clean the kennels and clean up their shit. I say with some exceptions because I do help my boss (we'll call her Jill) or another person who works there wash dogs sometimes and that's pretty cool. And I do get to move dogs in and outside sometimes- so I supposed that's something. It's just that everything is so fast-paced and stressful so it's not like I get to pat them and play with them, which would be nice. Plus, because I do essentially the same types of things every day I work, things get really tedious and monotonous (I used red to express my annoyance at this inescapable fact). I work four days a week, 28 hours a week (give or take- depending on when things get done).
So here's an edit. I haven't been working there for a LONG time, but since it's been so long, I'll just tell all about it. First, I want to post this cool thing that I wanted to send in as a short answer response on the commonapp about the kennel. I didn't because it really didn't have anything to do with anything good about me. It's just kind of funny:
When I started working at the local kennel, I expected to find an enjoyable atmosphere with dogs to play with and interesting “dog people” who could teach me. What I found was quite the contrary. I found dogs whose poop (and occasionally vomit) I had to clean up every day and people that were such “dog people” that I was surprised they were human. I found myself alone much of the time, scrubbing cages until my 30-minute lunch break in a 9-hour day. I’ve never complained about some alone time, but I soon realized that there is such a thing as too much. Despite the negatives of this job, there were benefits. I learned what kind of job I don’t want when I grow up and I was left with a comical story to tell whenever anyone asks me “What’s working at a kennel like?” Well, let me tell you…
The reason it's so short is because it could only be 150 words or less. I think this is exactly 150 words. Anyways, that's the job in a nutshell. But here's why I don't work here anymore...I had told Jill that I could work for the whole summer. My soccer preseason started in the third week of August or something and there was an AFS thing where I wanted to volunteer the week before. I'm an AFS volunteer, so that's not just some completely random thing. So anyways, Jill tweaked when I told her:
Her: with a sharp angry tone that she calls matter-of-fact I thought you were working for the whole summer?
Me: timidly Well, this is my summer.
Her: Well, August is our busiest month. I need someone for those last weeks. abruptly We'll just make the ninth your last day.
note: this is the sunday before the AFS week
Me: um...so not Sundays during school?
note: that was the original plan
Her: scary tone again Well, I can't just hire someone for three weeks and then just not need them anymore.
Me: um- Ok.
Later that day I was cleaning kennels like usual kind of upset that I'd essentially just been fired. Then, all of a sudden in her Jill way, Jill came up to me with no intro whatsoever and said, "If you're going to work Sundays, I need to know that you'll be able to do every one."
Me: Ok. I can't guarantee that nothing will come up but I'll-
Her: Ineedyoutotellmelikeamonthinadvanceyoucan'ttellmeaweekbeforeoranything.
note: That's kind of how she really talks. Mile-a-minute- it's just really difficult to type with no spaces
Me: Ok.
So I was unfired. I kept cleaning. Then my mind starting working like it usually did while I cleaned kennels. I thought, "why am I fighting so hard to keep this job? It doesn't make me very happy..." So I made a list of pros and cons in my head about the job. There were 6 or 7 cons and only two pros: money and dogs. I can get those anywhere. I have three dogs for God's sake! So at the end of the day, I filled out my hours and approached Jill.
Me: Jill, I was thinking that I'm actually really busy during school and my schedule is so irregular. It might be better for both of us if I just finished on the ninth.
Her: Ok.
And that was it. I was surprised at her lack of a schpeal. But so it goes. So I was fired, unfired, and gave two weeks notice within 6 hours. All in a day's work- literally. Things did end on a good note though. I like Jill in reality. I just don't like working for her. It's a little too much for me. We still bring our dogs there and stuff and we chat if she's not crazy busy.
So now that I've finally written that practically five months after it happened, I'm done with it. Hazzah.
Home again, home again
I went to Portland today with Melanie and she showed me around to all the cool places worth looking at and we took pictures of people dressed as lobsters (or, I did- I felt like such a tourist). It was a lot of fun- except I had gotten a really bad sunburn from the beach and walking around yesterday- oh well- I'll have a nice tan eventually. Next time, more sunscreen.
Anyways, Melanie was meeting a guy there named Sam after I left and this really funny/weird thing happened. We were "rarring," where I drive the car and Melanie "rarrs" out the window to pedestrians (no old people, policemen, or bikers). It's a lot of fun. So I told Melanie she should rarr at this one guy and she goes, "He has a baby. I'm not rarring at a baby." So I said, "Ok, rarr at the guy walking towards him." Then she goes, "THAT'S SAM!!" So I kind of pulled over and she stuck her head out the window and went, "Hey, I know you!" And the guy with the baby turns around and goes, "What?" There was this whole awkward thing like- "no not you" "What?" "I'm not talking to you" "Wait- I-" etc. Because no one could tell where she was looking because she had sunglasses on (yellow ones- see first post). We finally got things cleared up and Sam acknowledged us, then we drove away. We decided to turn around though in order to just pick Sam up. I was going to go home soon to get back for my SAT class so the plan was basically to just pick him up, say goodbye and drop them off. But he knew the way to the highway so I needed his directions. He directed me there. I said goodbye to Mel, but I was really sad- I had so much fun and my town just isn't as cool as hers. I don't know- it's just not as touristy and interesting. I dropped them off at some random place after goodbyes and left. I got 197 Beatles songs from Melanie, so I listened to all of them as I was driving home. I was surprised at how many I didn't know.
Anyway, now I'm sad because I feel like there's just nothing to do now but work on my stupid AP Lit. homework (even thought it's summer- grrr). I mean, the work is interesting, but I just don't want to do it- Summer's practically over and I hardly feel like it's summer yet.
Anyways, Melanie was meeting a guy there named Sam after I left and this really funny/weird thing happened. We were "rarring," where I drive the car and Melanie "rarrs" out the window to pedestrians (no old people, policemen, or bikers). It's a lot of fun. So I told Melanie she should rarr at this one guy and she goes, "He has a baby. I'm not rarring at a baby." So I said, "Ok, rarr at the guy walking towards him." Then she goes, "THAT'S SAM!!" So I kind of pulled over and she stuck her head out the window and went, "Hey, I know you!" And the guy with the baby turns around and goes, "What?" There was this whole awkward thing like- "no not you" "What?" "I'm not talking to you" "Wait- I-" etc. Because no one could tell where she was looking because she had sunglasses on (yellow ones- see first post). We finally got things cleared up and Sam acknowledged us, then we drove away. We decided to turn around though in order to just pick Sam up. I was going to go home soon to get back for my SAT class so the plan was basically to just pick him up, say goodbye and drop them off. But he knew the way to the highway so I needed his directions. He directed me there. I said goodbye to Mel, but I was really sad- I had so much fun and my town just isn't as cool as hers. I don't know- it's just not as touristy and interesting. I dropped them off at some random place after goodbyes and left. I got 197 Beatles songs from Melanie, so I listened to all of them as I was driving home. I was surprised at how many I didn't know.
Anyway, now I'm sad because I feel like there's just nothing to do now but work on my stupid AP Lit. homework (even thought it's summer- grrr). I mean, the work is interesting, but I just don't want to do it- Summer's practically over and I hardly feel like it's summer yet.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Incest Jokes
Today I was visiting Melanie and we were wearing these modern, cool-looking sunglasses (mine purple and hers yellow) and some guy we walked by said "Nice glasses." We said, "Oh....thanks." He said, "I have a pair like that that are blue." Then Melanie said, "Oh, that's cool....we could be like- triplets." Then we walked away. Then Melanie said, "Just confuse them with an incest joke." We laughed.
Melanie is going to marry Juanes.
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