Well, not really to save the world... but writing 10 minutes made me think of Madonna's '4 Minutes (To Save the World)". So, now you know what's obnoxiously running through my head now!
Anyway, there's 10 minutes before I have to run off to my 8:00 class this morning (Aural Skills 1- gotta love it), and I figured that I ought to post. There's not really time to go into big detail about my past week, but in a nutshell, here's what happened:
-Monday was a free day. We went to see the big houses (the Mansions of Nac) and saw the tremendous wind damage. Ahh!
-Tuesday = classes. The good part was, my test in math got postponed to this week. Good times.
-Wednesday brought, surprise, more classes! I don't think anything of particular note happened on hump day last week... sad day. Oh, wait! I went to a trim and tone workout class on Wednesday night, which was actually kinda fun. The instructor was evil, and my knees were shaking afterwards, but it was good. I felt accomplished. Oh, and I saw a kitty and petted it after the class on my way back to the dorms. :)
-Thursday was classes again, and then a lot of prep for going home this weekend. Most every person in band that I knew was hitting the road last weekend to go home, considering that last weekend was the last time that we had a free weekend (without a game) until Thanksgiving. Yes, you heard me, Thanksgiving. It sucks.
-Friday was an interesting day. I first drove over to the music building, only to find that there is no student parking in the little loop that goes by the music building, so I parked by my old dorms. I go to class, practically run at breakneck speed over to my car so I can hit the road, only to sit in the car and discover the keys won't turn. Special. I call my dad, who says he thinks the steering wheel locked, so I spend the next 5 minutes throwing all my body weight into the thing to make it move. After being on the phone with AAA for a few minutes, the car miraculously works. Oh Mildred... what shall I do with you? Drove home, got home early, and saw my mom in action at school, teaching in her new classroom (which still has a lot of the old teacher in it... I'll have to work to change that). Dentist appointment followed (yay for no more stains on my teeth!), then the football game- Allen v. Euless Trinity. We lost (sad day), but at least we managed to score a little, and this was the #1 nationally ranked team, so I don't feel quite so bad.
- Saturday was at home, and I did home stuff. (1 minute left!!)
-Sunday I drove home, got lost in Kilgore, got my bearings again, and ate leftover spaghetti from my fridge.
HA! I did it. Okay, so the weekend's details are a bit sketchy, but you get the picture. If you *really* want to know what happened, just ask.
It's now 7:40, and I shall post and trot off to class. Maybe later I'll post some more!
~r
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Trees were a' blowin
So... congratulate me, guys! I've officially survived Hurricane Ike. The storm blew through Saturday, with wind gusts around 60 mph according to the weather channel. Amazingly enough, I didn't loose power in my dorm the entire time, praise be. There was just a ton of wind. Rain really wasn't the issue at all!
Anyway, let's go back to Thursday. Thursday we're starting to get all sorts of warnings about Ike. Of course, those of us who were even halfway cognisant of our surroundings knew that there was a hurricane in the Gulf and it was headed towards the Texas coast. Now, given Gustav's projected path, we kinda suspect that Ike can hit us. Ding ding ding! We have a winner! The projected path of Ike began calling for it to kinda graze by East Texas and then continue up into the midwest. As the day progresses, though, the little hook that Ike was making gets steeper and steeper, until Nacogdo is totally in the red zone. Red isn't a good color in weather- green means rain, yellow means heavy rain, red means you'd best be building an ark because that's the only way you're getting out of it. Now, devil's advocate that I occasionally am, I was downright giddy as we watched Ike's path creep towards us on Thursday evening.
They cancelled classes beginning at noon on Friday due to Ike's lumbering (haha- lumbering) path towards Nacogdoches, and even the weather channel, between being gusted away in Galveston were able to mention Lufkin (the next city over, also the location of the nearest Target to Nac) as 'in danger'. Kinda creepy. So, yeah, I went to class on Friday morning, 8am, and only about half the class showed. I was just like 'really people? Seriously? Classes don't stop til noon, tards." After what can only be called an abbreviated class (remember- only half the class showed up, though whether it was because of the storm or the quiz on tri-tones/major sevenths/minor sevenths could be debated), I headed over to the cafeteria to grab some food. Normally breakfast, while arguably the best meal the caf serves, has a pretty low attendance due to the times which it is offered- nobody can really stand to get out of bed early to go eat, so they just skip and go to class. If I didn't have a really awkward break between classes, I wouldn't eat breakfast half so much as I do. Anyway- back to my story. We get to the cafeteria only to find it as busy as it is at lunchtime! What the heck?! The omlette line was jam packed with these confused looking Indian (no, not native american, people from India) guys who were speaking in their native tongue, and there's just a whole slew of people nobody had ever seen before. I'm going about getting various breakfast foods when I finally figure out who these people are. I had gotten emails that we (SFA) would be hosting evacuees from Lamar College (presumably in Lamar), who were evacuated because of Ike and being kept in the HPE. Ah, I think, these must be our visitors. Sure enough, one of their shirts says 'Lamar'. Interesting indeed.
After breakfast I go back to my room and watch online episodes and start trying to figure out what I need to do about my job and getting my degree plan all situated as it's supposed to be. That honors english class I took is such a freakin pain in the rear, because nobody knows anything about it! My degree plan only has it counting for 3 hours of lower level english credit, when it ought to count for 6, but of course I can find no proof of that, so I was relegated to spending over an hour on Thursday traipsing all about the Liberal Arts buildings asking for this fabled letter which would explain the course, asking the honors college people... oh, it was a mess. Anyway, Friday I dropped off my appeal to the people in the COE (College of Education), and went to go sign a new contract for my job. Thee people running concert manager this year don't seem to be totally on top of things, considering that I almost didn't have a job because of their boo-boo. Anyway- that's a story for another time. I have a job now, signed my contract, got my raise, and work a grand total of once in the month of September. Good times indeed.
Back to Friday- at lunch one of my friends invites me to a girl's night at her house that night, arguably to celebrate Ike and whatnot. Hmm- gale force winds and you want me to drive? Doesn't sound like the safest thing in the world, but thanks anyway. I'll check the weather and decide later, I say, and I can tell my friend is put out. Oh well. A few hours later, I go to see a couple movies with Shannon and Meghan- Burn After Reading and Tyler Perry's The Family That Preys. In short, Burn After Reading was plain ridiculous, and the Tyler Perry movie was very well done.
On our way back to campus, I'm kinda noticing the wind picking up. Aha- here comes Ike. I get back to find that the res hall has all the glass doors and windows taped with masking tape to prevent shattering, and I go back to my room to watch more weather channel and prep for the next day. On Saturday I woke up about 7:45, look outside, and really don't see a lot aside from the trees blowin in the wind. I set up what I fondly referred to as "Camp Ike" out in the living room, plugged my computer into the internet and set about "hunkering down", to steal a phrase from the mayor of Houston. I watched the weather channel until about 11, when I couldn't take it any more and just flipped on Disney. I watched a ton of TV on Saturday. I kept getting all these email alerts from campus police about the weather conditions outside, advising us to stay indoors. Really? I thought it'd be fun to go out and frolic in a hurricane! *eye roll* Yeah. At about 12, a CA comes to the door and tells me that they don't want anybody leaving the building. Alrighty... that's fine with me. I continue my hunkering in Camp Ike and just leave it be as I watched the trees outside. Now, during all this I had begun getting txts from my friends living off campus saying that they had no power, and could I please tell them what was happening or at least alert them if sirens started going. Sure, I reply, and I do just that. Yup. About 4, the storm seems to be letting up a little, and while it's windy, the trees don't appear to be bending as violently as they had been before. Good times! Around 3:45, they send out an email saying the cafeterias are open, but use extreme caution when you decide to leave. So, about 6-ish, I make some calls, grab my poncho and rainboots, and start marching towards dinner at the caf.
The wind damage, though, was enormous. First, there were branches literally everywhere, with so many trees it looked like fall had come waay early. Some of the branches were quite huge, really, and entire limbs were torn off of trees. Power lines were down, and outside one of the halls, a part of a tree had literally fallen on top of a car. Holy cravitz. Some of these massive trees had been totally uprooted around campus, and as we walked in the wind and rain, it was really kinda scary. The cafeteria was, again, a great deal busier than I would've guessed, and had a lot of Nacogdoches residents trying to get food since the power was out. Wow.
I get back to my room and am chilling when I get a call from my roomie from last semester, Stacy. She moved off campus, and had been one of the people who told me that they were quite without power. She asked me, rather pathetically, if she couldn't please come sleep at my place tonight, since I at least had electricity: of course, I said she was more than welcome. So, she came, along with stories of the damage and how Nac was literally shutting down. Places open 24 hours like IHOP were closing, and there were police directing traffic at McDonalds. I heard later that there was something like a 2 hour wait to get food there, but people couldn't cook without electricity. Campus and the immediate areas around it were about the only parts of town to maintain power the entire storm.
Sunday Stacy and I went in search of food. Our first stop was IHOP, which had a line coming out the door and snaking around the building, which was pretty much the case at any open food place. "Let's go to WalMart," Stacy suggests. "As nasty as it sounds, maybe we can get McDonalds from there." I turned Milly towards Wally and off we went, surveying the damage all the while. We turned into WalMart and start towards a parking spot when we see a line coming out of Wal-Mart. Yes, on a day nowhere near Christmas, there was a line to get into WalMart, and people at the door who would only let in someone when someone else came out. It was insane. I shared a look with Stacy and we decided that it may be best just to try cafeteria food, and head back to campus.
Parts of Nac, including Stacy's place, did get power back by about 2 on Sunday, which was nice, although a very selfish part of me (and I believe many people) hoped it would stay out long enough to provide reason to cancel classes for Monday. Apparently, it did- we had no classes yesterday so that the campus could at least start the clean up efforts. In my opinion, there's too much debris to be cleaned up within a week, since there's some big trees that will have to be removed now. When you walk around campus now, you just see workers gathering up branches or cutting off precariously hanging limbs from the trees. Yeah- crazy.
Classes resumed today, which on the one hand was kinda sad, but on the other hand a good sign. I was impressed by the professors today, a lot of whom didn't have power at their homes but still showed up for work. Good for them- they get kudos for that one. Personally, I would've been a little less than eager to get up and go to work when I had to shower in the dark and leave kids home without even a television to entertain them, since the local school districts have been closed mostly for the rest of the week while power companies work to restore electricity.
So yeah- that was my weekend. My thoughts are with those in the hardest hit areas in Galveston and Houston.
Oh, and another little side-note: Don't get a Dell laptop. Like, just don't do it. Now, to add to the laundry list of problems I've been having with it, keys keep popping off or breaking, or both. My 'e' key is totally broken off, and my 'g' and 'd' keep popping off. *sigh* Stupid technology.
~r
Anyway, let's go back to Thursday. Thursday we're starting to get all sorts of warnings about Ike. Of course, those of us who were even halfway cognisant of our surroundings knew that there was a hurricane in the Gulf and it was headed towards the Texas coast. Now, given Gustav's projected path, we kinda suspect that Ike can hit us. Ding ding ding! We have a winner! The projected path of Ike began calling for it to kinda graze by East Texas and then continue up into the midwest. As the day progresses, though, the little hook that Ike was making gets steeper and steeper, until Nacogdo is totally in the red zone. Red isn't a good color in weather- green means rain, yellow means heavy rain, red means you'd best be building an ark because that's the only way you're getting out of it. Now, devil's advocate that I occasionally am, I was downright giddy as we watched Ike's path creep towards us on Thursday evening.
They cancelled classes beginning at noon on Friday due to Ike's lumbering (haha- lumbering) path towards Nacogdoches, and even the weather channel, between being gusted away in Galveston were able to mention Lufkin (the next city over, also the location of the nearest Target to Nac) as 'in danger'. Kinda creepy. So, yeah, I went to class on Friday morning, 8am, and only about half the class showed. I was just like 'really people? Seriously? Classes don't stop til noon, tards." After what can only be called an abbreviated class (remember- only half the class showed up, though whether it was because of the storm or the quiz on tri-tones/major sevenths/minor sevenths could be debated), I headed over to the cafeteria to grab some food. Normally breakfast, while arguably the best meal the caf serves, has a pretty low attendance due to the times which it is offered- nobody can really stand to get out of bed early to go eat, so they just skip and go to class. If I didn't have a really awkward break between classes, I wouldn't eat breakfast half so much as I do. Anyway- back to my story. We get to the cafeteria only to find it as busy as it is at lunchtime! What the heck?! The omlette line was jam packed with these confused looking Indian (no, not native american, people from India) guys who were speaking in their native tongue, and there's just a whole slew of people nobody had ever seen before. I'm going about getting various breakfast foods when I finally figure out who these people are. I had gotten emails that we (SFA) would be hosting evacuees from Lamar College (presumably in Lamar), who were evacuated because of Ike and being kept in the HPE. Ah, I think, these must be our visitors. Sure enough, one of their shirts says 'Lamar'. Interesting indeed.
After breakfast I go back to my room and watch online episodes and start trying to figure out what I need to do about my job and getting my degree plan all situated as it's supposed to be. That honors english class I took is such a freakin pain in the rear, because nobody knows anything about it! My degree plan only has it counting for 3 hours of lower level english credit, when it ought to count for 6, but of course I can find no proof of that, so I was relegated to spending over an hour on Thursday traipsing all about the Liberal Arts buildings asking for this fabled letter which would explain the course, asking the honors college people... oh, it was a mess. Anyway, Friday I dropped off my appeal to the people in the COE (College of Education), and went to go sign a new contract for my job. Thee people running concert manager this year don't seem to be totally on top of things, considering that I almost didn't have a job because of their boo-boo. Anyway- that's a story for another time. I have a job now, signed my contract, got my raise, and work a grand total of once in the month of September. Good times indeed.
Back to Friday- at lunch one of my friends invites me to a girl's night at her house that night, arguably to celebrate Ike and whatnot. Hmm- gale force winds and you want me to drive? Doesn't sound like the safest thing in the world, but thanks anyway. I'll check the weather and decide later, I say, and I can tell my friend is put out. Oh well. A few hours later, I go to see a couple movies with Shannon and Meghan- Burn After Reading and Tyler Perry's The Family That Preys. In short, Burn After Reading was plain ridiculous, and the Tyler Perry movie was very well done.
On our way back to campus, I'm kinda noticing the wind picking up. Aha- here comes Ike. I get back to find that the res hall has all the glass doors and windows taped with masking tape to prevent shattering, and I go back to my room to watch more weather channel and prep for the next day. On Saturday I woke up about 7:45, look outside, and really don't see a lot aside from the trees blowin in the wind. I set up what I fondly referred to as "Camp Ike" out in the living room, plugged my computer into the internet and set about "hunkering down", to steal a phrase from the mayor of Houston. I watched the weather channel until about 11, when I couldn't take it any more and just flipped on Disney. I watched a ton of TV on Saturday. I kept getting all these email alerts from campus police about the weather conditions outside, advising us to stay indoors. Really? I thought it'd be fun to go out and frolic in a hurricane! *eye roll* Yeah. At about 12, a CA comes to the door and tells me that they don't want anybody leaving the building. Alrighty... that's fine with me. I continue my hunkering in Camp Ike and just leave it be as I watched the trees outside. Now, during all this I had begun getting txts from my friends living off campus saying that they had no power, and could I please tell them what was happening or at least alert them if sirens started going. Sure, I reply, and I do just that. Yup. About 4, the storm seems to be letting up a little, and while it's windy, the trees don't appear to be bending as violently as they had been before. Good times! Around 3:45, they send out an email saying the cafeterias are open, but use extreme caution when you decide to leave. So, about 6-ish, I make some calls, grab my poncho and rainboots, and start marching towards dinner at the caf.
The wind damage, though, was enormous. First, there were branches literally everywhere, with so many trees it looked like fall had come waay early. Some of the branches were quite huge, really, and entire limbs were torn off of trees. Power lines were down, and outside one of the halls, a part of a tree had literally fallen on top of a car. Holy cravitz. Some of these massive trees had been totally uprooted around campus, and as we walked in the wind and rain, it was really kinda scary. The cafeteria was, again, a great deal busier than I would've guessed, and had a lot of Nacogdoches residents trying to get food since the power was out. Wow.
I get back to my room and am chilling when I get a call from my roomie from last semester, Stacy. She moved off campus, and had been one of the people who told me that they were quite without power. She asked me, rather pathetically, if she couldn't please come sleep at my place tonight, since I at least had electricity: of course, I said she was more than welcome. So, she came, along with stories of the damage and how Nac was literally shutting down. Places open 24 hours like IHOP were closing, and there were police directing traffic at McDonalds. I heard later that there was something like a 2 hour wait to get food there, but people couldn't cook without electricity. Campus and the immediate areas around it were about the only parts of town to maintain power the entire storm.
Sunday Stacy and I went in search of food. Our first stop was IHOP, which had a line coming out the door and snaking around the building, which was pretty much the case at any open food place. "Let's go to WalMart," Stacy suggests. "As nasty as it sounds, maybe we can get McDonalds from there." I turned Milly towards Wally and off we went, surveying the damage all the while. We turned into WalMart and start towards a parking spot when we see a line coming out of Wal-Mart. Yes, on a day nowhere near Christmas, there was a line to get into WalMart, and people at the door who would only let in someone when someone else came out. It was insane. I shared a look with Stacy and we decided that it may be best just to try cafeteria food, and head back to campus.
Parts of Nac, including Stacy's place, did get power back by about 2 on Sunday, which was nice, although a very selfish part of me (and I believe many people) hoped it would stay out long enough to provide reason to cancel classes for Monday. Apparently, it did- we had no classes yesterday so that the campus could at least start the clean up efforts. In my opinion, there's too much debris to be cleaned up within a week, since there's some big trees that will have to be removed now. When you walk around campus now, you just see workers gathering up branches or cutting off precariously hanging limbs from the trees. Yeah- crazy.
Classes resumed today, which on the one hand was kinda sad, but on the other hand a good sign. I was impressed by the professors today, a lot of whom didn't have power at their homes but still showed up for work. Good for them- they get kudos for that one. Personally, I would've been a little less than eager to get up and go to work when I had to shower in the dark and leave kids home without even a television to entertain them, since the local school districts have been closed mostly for the rest of the week while power companies work to restore electricity.
So yeah- that was my weekend. My thoughts are with those in the hardest hit areas in Galveston and Houston.
Oh, and another little side-note: Don't get a Dell laptop. Like, just don't do it. Now, to add to the laundry list of problems I've been having with it, keys keep popping off or breaking, or both. My 'e' key is totally broken off, and my 'g' and 'd' keep popping off. *sigh* Stupid technology.
~r
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
The Light Shining Into My Window
Ah, another milestone has passed- I've begun my second year at university. The intensive summer band camp began last Monday (not the one two days ago, but the one a week and two days ago), and was heralded by rain. Lots of rain. It was kinda strange packing everything up again and moving out. Over the summer I had gotten so used to being back home- it was almost like I had never left. I managed to get my jobs, see my friends (although I'm sad it was only twice), and co-exist somewhat peacably with my family: pretty much like it was in high school, only not. It was kinda strange this year moving back in: it was just my dad helping me with my massive amount of stuff (and when I say massive, I do mean massive- 2 cars full!). My mom was at work all day and couldn't join us, which was kinda really sad. That probably also could be the reason that I didn't have sheets on my bed until roughly 11 that night, but in any case.
I have got to admit, this being my second year makes such a huge difference. For all that my credit hours made me a sophomore last semester, I've only begun to feel the changes of being a sophomore now. I feel older and wiser, and it makes me laugh to see the new freshmen making the same mistakes and errors in judgement that I did. That, and the fact that in every one of my classes, save one, I know somebody in it. Can you say yay? It makes it all the more compelling to go to class (as though skipping were an actual option for me). I now live in the top notch of housing, with my own bedroom with a locking door, and a full fridge and microwave- quite an improvement from my tiny mini fridge, community bathrooms, and a microwave down the long long hallway that I had last year!
So, I appologize in advance, but I MUST rant somewhere about the stupidity of some of my classes. That is to say, one in particular: teacher math. Math 128 is interim math for teachers, and supposedly should teach you how to teach math. Great, fine- whatever. I fully admit, there's been some new termanology added to the curriculum since I sat in the little student desks. It's great to learn something like lattice multiplication, which obviously helps the kids! However, what's not cool is learning the same stuff that my brother, a freshman in high school, is learning, only slower and a bit more dumbed down. Friends, I wanted to dig my brain out with a spork. Thinking about that class and sitting through an hour and a half of it makes me want to start the process even now! Near the end I was doing worksheets (which, by the way, were printed off a website geared for supplying teachers with worksheets to give to their elementary school students) that had no purpose, just so I didn't have to listen to the professor read the notes she had typed out from the book to the class. It astounds me just how little some people know, too. I know, I'm far from the norm around here: going from AP Calculus in my senior year to teacher math 2 is a bit of a jump in the wrong direction, according to most. But still... there were girls in my class utterly bewildered with the basic concepts of geometry that my teacher attempted to teach us. Terrible.
Anyway, i don't think I have much energy left to post more, so I'll say sionara for tonight. :)
~r
I have got to admit, this being my second year makes such a huge difference. For all that my credit hours made me a sophomore last semester, I've only begun to feel the changes of being a sophomore now. I feel older and wiser, and it makes me laugh to see the new freshmen making the same mistakes and errors in judgement that I did. That, and the fact that in every one of my classes, save one, I know somebody in it. Can you say yay? It makes it all the more compelling to go to class (as though skipping were an actual option for me). I now live in the top notch of housing, with my own bedroom with a locking door, and a full fridge and microwave- quite an improvement from my tiny mini fridge, community bathrooms, and a microwave down the long long hallway that I had last year!
So, I appologize in advance, but I MUST rant somewhere about the stupidity of some of my classes. That is to say, one in particular: teacher math. Math 128 is interim math for teachers, and supposedly should teach you how to teach math. Great, fine- whatever. I fully admit, there's been some new termanology added to the curriculum since I sat in the little student desks. It's great to learn something like lattice multiplication, which obviously helps the kids! However, what's not cool is learning the same stuff that my brother, a freshman in high school, is learning, only slower and a bit more dumbed down. Friends, I wanted to dig my brain out with a spork. Thinking about that class and sitting through an hour and a half of it makes me want to start the process even now! Near the end I was doing worksheets (which, by the way, were printed off a website geared for supplying teachers with worksheets to give to their elementary school students) that had no purpose, just so I didn't have to listen to the professor read the notes she had typed out from the book to the class. It astounds me just how little some people know, too. I know, I'm far from the norm around here: going from AP Calculus in my senior year to teacher math 2 is a bit of a jump in the wrong direction, according to most. But still... there were girls in my class utterly bewildered with the basic concepts of geometry that my teacher attempted to teach us. Terrible.
Anyway, i don't think I have much energy left to post more, so I'll say sionara for tonight. :)
~r
Monday, August 4, 2008
Where does all this time go?
Today's theme, I think, is time and its passage. I've been thinking a lot about it recently, what with my second year of college coming up and my little brother starting marching band. It's rather funny how you wake up one day and BAM it hits you: you're no longer an eight year old kid whose primary concern is learning your times tables and trying to earn your allowance. Freaky how it doesn't seem like that was all that long ago.
I just remember how, when I was a little kid, things like going to college seemed always expected but so far away it was hardly worth your while thinking about it. A third grader will bubble on how they want to go to Baylor or UT, just like mom and dad, but do they really know anything about what that means? Obviously, they really didn't. It's just like how girls sit at the lunch table with their best friends daydreaming about marrying the cutest boy in their class, planning their weddings and doling out positions of bridesmaids to all her friends. I still remember all of that, but it's all crazy how it's now happening. About a week ago, my best friend from third grade got married. Married. How did all that time pass between us just talking in her bedroom to her getting married to a man she plans to spend her life with? She was the first, and two days ago the second girl who I graduated with, knew for four years in band, got married to a guy she met her first year at college. I was kinda reeling from it for awhile- these are ladies not even old enough to legally drink at their own wedding, yet they're getting married. The third girl I know of is getting married in a couple weeks. Crazy.
Yet as I was sitting there thinking about this, I kinda took a step back and realized that I'm nineteen now. Nineteen years old- eight months from now, I'll be leaving the teens behind and turning twenty. Twenty! I mean, I know it's just another birthday like any other, really, but beneath all that I'm just in a state of disbelief that I'll be twenty years old. That just seems so... so old. I'm talking about moving off campus, cooking my own meals, having my own pet, paying bills... and all I can think is "How did that happen??"
It's crazy, now that I think about it, that I haven't had closer reflections on time before. Given my utter fascination with history, you'd have thought that I would be a sight more insightful into the passage of time. I spend so much time reading about people who lived over four hundred years ago, studying their names, their personalities, their habits and how they lived. Yet (and I'll go and regurgitate what you've probably heard from every history teacher you've ever had has said) what strikes me is that things haven't changed all that much. I think that's one of the greatest things about history: even though fashions and names and lifestyles have changed, other things, like personalities and behaviors haven't. Crazy, right? I feel comfortable writing a piece of historical fiction about a woman who lived around the mid 1500s because, all in all, we're not all that different.
I'll end with this: walking around these historic homes in New Orleans on vacation, and seeing the homes of plantation owners around the Mississippi River really made me think just how much we could probably learn if we looked to the past. Technology is great, but they were pretty dang resourceful back in the day. Maybe we shouldn't so quickly ignore what's behind us and rather take from it some knowledge and a little appreciation for what our ancestors did.
-r
I just remember how, when I was a little kid, things like going to college seemed always expected but so far away it was hardly worth your while thinking about it. A third grader will bubble on how they want to go to Baylor or UT, just like mom and dad, but do they really know anything about what that means? Obviously, they really didn't. It's just like how girls sit at the lunch table with their best friends daydreaming about marrying the cutest boy in their class, planning their weddings and doling out positions of bridesmaids to all her friends. I still remember all of that, but it's all crazy how it's now happening. About a week ago, my best friend from third grade got married. Married. How did all that time pass between us just talking in her bedroom to her getting married to a man she plans to spend her life with? She was the first, and two days ago the second girl who I graduated with, knew for four years in band, got married to a guy she met her first year at college. I was kinda reeling from it for awhile- these are ladies not even old enough to legally drink at their own wedding, yet they're getting married. The third girl I know of is getting married in a couple weeks. Crazy.
Yet as I was sitting there thinking about this, I kinda took a step back and realized that I'm nineteen now. Nineteen years old- eight months from now, I'll be leaving the teens behind and turning twenty. Twenty! I mean, I know it's just another birthday like any other, really, but beneath all that I'm just in a state of disbelief that I'll be twenty years old. That just seems so... so old. I'm talking about moving off campus, cooking my own meals, having my own pet, paying bills... and all I can think is "How did that happen??"
It's crazy, now that I think about it, that I haven't had closer reflections on time before. Given my utter fascination with history, you'd have thought that I would be a sight more insightful into the passage of time. I spend so much time reading about people who lived over four hundred years ago, studying their names, their personalities, their habits and how they lived. Yet (and I'll go and regurgitate what you've probably heard from every history teacher you've ever had has said) what strikes me is that things haven't changed all that much. I think that's one of the greatest things about history: even though fashions and names and lifestyles have changed, other things, like personalities and behaviors haven't. Crazy, right? I feel comfortable writing a piece of historical fiction about a woman who lived around the mid 1500s because, all in all, we're not all that different.
I'll end with this: walking around these historic homes in New Orleans on vacation, and seeing the homes of plantation owners around the Mississippi River really made me think just how much we could probably learn if we looked to the past. Technology is great, but they were pretty dang resourceful back in the day. Maybe we shouldn't so quickly ignore what's behind us and rather take from it some knowledge and a little appreciation for what our ancestors did.
-r
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Workin
So it feels like all I've been doing lately is working, in one capacity or another. While the money certainly is welcome, it sometimes seems a little overmuch... but oh well. Soon I'll be going back to school (which I honestly have mixed feelings about) and there will be no more work except for the recital crew at school, which will be just enough to kill social plans about 2 nights a week. *shrug* Big deal.
Anyway- I don't feel like writing a terribly great deal of an update (my apologies), but I feel as though I owe it to you few readers to let you know exactly what's been up in Rachel-land. Like I said before, alot of work lately. I don't think I've had a day off where I'm not working in one capacity or another for an entire day for over a week now. Last week I was either working up at the kennel, tutoring, and then ended the week babysitting. Yeah, I'm a glutton for punishment. Although, talking about punishment and babysitting, traffic going up Stacy Rd. is terrible- for any local readers, avoid that little stretch at all costs if it's not like 7:00 AM. Even then it's still not the best, but my house's proximity to that road makes it the most viable option. Still, it probably took me 15 minutes alone on Friday to get down that little stretch of road between Greenville and 75- no joke. It. Was. A. Mess. Actually, that whole evening was somewhat of a mess, since I ended up being 20 minutes late to babysitting and was unable to go in and talk to my boss at the kennel since I was so late. Sad day.
Saturday, though, takes the cake for worst days. I got up to the alarm, got ready, headed out to the car and was cruisin down the street when two pit lookin' puppies ran out into the road. There's not a happy ending here: I braked but it wasn't enough, and even had I swerved, at least one of the puppies would have been injured. As it was, I ran over a puppy, had the most terrible feeling in the world as I looked behind me to see that poor thing lying in the road, and probably came the closest I've ever been to having heart-related issues. It was terrible: I was calling on God and my mother to come help me that whole time. The puppy didn't survive- there was too much blood lost, and likely a few bones broken. The terrible thing, though, was that the puppy's owners didn't seem all that upset- I think I was more broken up about it than they were. All I could do was keep apologizing to them, meanwhile becoming late to work (again). I had to cut apologies short so I could go, and on the verge of tears I drove to work as usual.
The morning went alright- took us something like 3 hours to get the morning cleaning/dog let out done, which is a bit absurd, but there were a lot of dogs. I was rather excited to finally be going to lunch, because I was going to meet Alex at OTB for lunch. We met, had some good guacamole, were nearly forgotten by the waiter, and finally parted so I could get back to work by 3. Then, terrible thing #2: as I'm slowly backing out of the parking spot, this lady in a Caddilac comes in out of my range of vision, and so I manage to back into her. Freakin. Fantastic. So I just feel my heart sink to my toes as I pull the four inches back into my spot, and am seriously about ready to throw my car keys into the nearest trash receptacle and buy a horse, since I was doubting if I should be allowed to drive a car anymore. The lady, unfortunately, was kind of a brusque and not-understanding sort of person, and was adamant that she got every relevant detail off of me so that her precious Caddy could get back to its ugly gold glory. Meanwhile, I'm feeling worse and worse, and can practically see my self-esteem meter plummeting into the ground. Alex, thank heavens, stayed with me, and I'm pleased to say I was able to keep my composure up until my parents finally arrived. By the by, for any of you who haven't had to make that phone call to your parents informing them you've had an accident, I can tell you that it is one of the worst phone calls to make, because you just know that they'll be either angry or at minimum disappointed. *sigh* It wasn't good times. After dinking around with this accident thing for like 20 minutes, my parents showed up and I made my mom drive me back up to work (since I couldn't, of course, get through on the phones since the office was closed), where I promptly went in, told my boss I needed the rest of the day off to "deal with all this accident/insurance crap", and left work. I was such a mess- I'm still not quite over it, to tell the truth, but I'm trying not to think about that much anymore.
Anyway, I also had to work Sunday and yesterday at the kennel, and then today I went over to help with the Allen flute camp, which was actually a lot of fun. :) I played a page of my solo from last semester (which, by the by, isn't such a hot idea when you haven't picked up your instrument all summer...), and got to help out some middle schoolers with their duets, which was really fun. I could totally see myself teaching flute lessons one day, but that will probably be a ways off- I've got a lot to learn between now and then. It was a really fun experience to be able to do that and help these girls (and boy), although I was rather shocked when one girl I was working with told me she had never learned/played an E flat scale. It's the freakin' band scale, the one you play so much you can do it in your sleep: but she had never played it in her life. Oh. Me. Aside from that, though, I'm fairly confident that the flute studio of Allen is fairly well established and definitely has potential.
After that I motored off to work at the tutoring center, which wasn't bad. I gave a test to a first grader, helped a girl with her crazy high school math on NovaNet (which, by the by, is the stupidest thing in the history of ever), and ran to the convenience store at the other end of the shopping center in order to pick up a non-nutritious pseudo-lunch of a diet cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper and a bag of Ritz bits peanut butter sandwiches. Filled me up right, I daresay, especially since I didn't exactly eat lunch.
In other news, I was struck by inspiration and finally have an idea for a potential full-length book. It's about (what else) Tudor England, told from the perspective of Catherine Carey. Since I doubt anyone's ever heard of her, she's the eldest daughter of Mary Boleyn (yes, she was related to Anne Boleyn, the second wife of Henry VIII, and consequently was beheaded). Funnily (yes, it is a word) enough, a lot of people claimed Catherine and her brother Henry were both bastards (yes, I said it- its got historical context!) of King Henry VIII, seeing as their mother was the King's mistress for a number of years. Special, really, when you think that Henry married Mary's sister about 10 years later. Anyway, this little idea has spawned 3 pages on Word of drivel, and then another 5 which is simply a catalogue of all the dates I could possibly need for any of the characters in this story; it's still not done. Lots of research will have to be done, I think, and unfortunately, when it comes to non-fiction, Allen's library sucks, so I'll have to wait until I get to SFA again for some of these books (which their library *has*).
Anyway, it's high time I get off and get to sleep. The alarm goes off at 6:15, which is always a couple hours too early for my liking. Until later,
~r
Anyway- I don't feel like writing a terribly great deal of an update (my apologies), but I feel as though I owe it to you few readers to let you know exactly what's been up in Rachel-land. Like I said before, alot of work lately. I don't think I've had a day off where I'm not working in one capacity or another for an entire day for over a week now. Last week I was either working up at the kennel, tutoring, and then ended the week babysitting. Yeah, I'm a glutton for punishment. Although, talking about punishment and babysitting, traffic going up Stacy Rd. is terrible- for any local readers, avoid that little stretch at all costs if it's not like 7:00 AM. Even then it's still not the best, but my house's proximity to that road makes it the most viable option. Still, it probably took me 15 minutes alone on Friday to get down that little stretch of road between Greenville and 75- no joke. It. Was. A. Mess. Actually, that whole evening was somewhat of a mess, since I ended up being 20 minutes late to babysitting and was unable to go in and talk to my boss at the kennel since I was so late. Sad day.
Saturday, though, takes the cake for worst days. I got up to the alarm, got ready, headed out to the car and was cruisin down the street when two pit lookin' puppies ran out into the road. There's not a happy ending here: I braked but it wasn't enough, and even had I swerved, at least one of the puppies would have been injured. As it was, I ran over a puppy, had the most terrible feeling in the world as I looked behind me to see that poor thing lying in the road, and probably came the closest I've ever been to having heart-related issues. It was terrible: I was calling on God and my mother to come help me that whole time. The puppy didn't survive- there was too much blood lost, and likely a few bones broken. The terrible thing, though, was that the puppy's owners didn't seem all that upset- I think I was more broken up about it than they were. All I could do was keep apologizing to them, meanwhile becoming late to work (again). I had to cut apologies short so I could go, and on the verge of tears I drove to work as usual.
The morning went alright- took us something like 3 hours to get the morning cleaning/dog let out done, which is a bit absurd, but there were a lot of dogs. I was rather excited to finally be going to lunch, because I was going to meet Alex at OTB for lunch. We met, had some good guacamole, were nearly forgotten by the waiter, and finally parted so I could get back to work by 3. Then, terrible thing #2: as I'm slowly backing out of the parking spot, this lady in a Caddilac comes in out of my range of vision, and so I manage to back into her. Freakin. Fantastic. So I just feel my heart sink to my toes as I pull the four inches back into my spot, and am seriously about ready to throw my car keys into the nearest trash receptacle and buy a horse, since I was doubting if I should be allowed to drive a car anymore. The lady, unfortunately, was kind of a brusque and not-understanding sort of person, and was adamant that she got every relevant detail off of me so that her precious Caddy could get back to its ugly gold glory. Meanwhile, I'm feeling worse and worse, and can practically see my self-esteem meter plummeting into the ground. Alex, thank heavens, stayed with me, and I'm pleased to say I was able to keep my composure up until my parents finally arrived. By the by, for any of you who haven't had to make that phone call to your parents informing them you've had an accident, I can tell you that it is one of the worst phone calls to make, because you just know that they'll be either angry or at minimum disappointed. *sigh* It wasn't good times. After dinking around with this accident thing for like 20 minutes, my parents showed up and I made my mom drive me back up to work (since I couldn't, of course, get through on the phones since the office was closed), where I promptly went in, told my boss I needed the rest of the day off to "deal with all this accident/insurance crap", and left work. I was such a mess- I'm still not quite over it, to tell the truth, but I'm trying not to think about that much anymore.
Anyway, I also had to work Sunday and yesterday at the kennel, and then today I went over to help with the Allen flute camp, which was actually a lot of fun. :) I played a page of my solo from last semester (which, by the by, isn't such a hot idea when you haven't picked up your instrument all summer...), and got to help out some middle schoolers with their duets, which was really fun. I could totally see myself teaching flute lessons one day, but that will probably be a ways off- I've got a lot to learn between now and then. It was a really fun experience to be able to do that and help these girls (and boy), although I was rather shocked when one girl I was working with told me she had never learned/played an E flat scale. It's the freakin' band scale, the one you play so much you can do it in your sleep: but she had never played it in her life. Oh. Me. Aside from that, though, I'm fairly confident that the flute studio of Allen is fairly well established and definitely has potential.
After that I motored off to work at the tutoring center, which wasn't bad. I gave a test to a first grader, helped a girl with her crazy high school math on NovaNet (which, by the by, is the stupidest thing in the history of ever), and ran to the convenience store at the other end of the shopping center in order to pick up a non-nutritious pseudo-lunch of a diet cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper and a bag of Ritz bits peanut butter sandwiches. Filled me up right, I daresay, especially since I didn't exactly eat lunch.
In other news, I was struck by inspiration and finally have an idea for a potential full-length book. It's about (what else) Tudor England, told from the perspective of Catherine Carey. Since I doubt anyone's ever heard of her, she's the eldest daughter of Mary Boleyn (yes, she was related to Anne Boleyn, the second wife of Henry VIII, and consequently was beheaded). Funnily (yes, it is a word) enough, a lot of people claimed Catherine and her brother Henry were both bastards (yes, I said it- its got historical context!) of King Henry VIII, seeing as their mother was the King's mistress for a number of years. Special, really, when you think that Henry married Mary's sister about 10 years later. Anyway, this little idea has spawned 3 pages on Word of drivel, and then another 5 which is simply a catalogue of all the dates I could possibly need for any of the characters in this story; it's still not done. Lots of research will have to be done, I think, and unfortunately, when it comes to non-fiction, Allen's library sucks, so I'll have to wait until I get to SFA again for some of these books (which their library *has*).
Anyway, it's high time I get off and get to sleep. The alarm goes off at 6:15, which is always a couple hours too early for my liking. Until later,
~r
Thursday, July 3, 2008
I have bruises
Okay, so most of you who know me would know by now that bruises aren't that uncommon for me. Due to my normally klutzy nature, a new one always seems to pop up every week or so, most often on my shin, although it should be noted that somehow I managed to bruise BOTH my big toes (so much so that the toenail fell off on my left foot- whoops).
But enough about bruises. They're relevant, but not for a little bit here. So- work! Yes, I worked my traditional 10 hour shift yesterday at the kennel. I was terribly tired yesterday for some reason, so before noon I was already into my second can of diet coke of the morning. Yesterday was one of those lovely days that I was called to work up at the front desk- Yay!!! It's far more enjoyable than doing battle with laundry or bathing dogs and ending up soaked. I found out yesterday that one of my co-workers had to give one particularly hyperactive dog a bath and came out soaked. Being the nice person I am, I simply laughed and told the person who told me that I would've paid someone just so I got out of giving that crazy dog a bath. But anyway- desk. So there's a crew of about 4 receptionists that work up at the front routinely, and yesterday morning I had the distinct *pleasure* of working with the one who considers me fairly much inept. Of course, it didn't help that all the calls I answered, it seemed, were from clients who wanted outlandish things like info if a dog had any labwork done within the past year, or wanted to get their kitten declawed and neutered and get all the shots involved... Ugh, it was a mess, and I felt inept by the time that lady left, since she was always wanting to check over my work. *sigh* The afternoon perked up, though, when the other receptionist took over for the AM one, and since I really like working with the afternoon receptionist a great deal better, it was all good.
The only real headache that I ever encounter up front is when the pet owners are inept. Just like you see people in the grocery who's kid is just hollering and banging their fists in agitation against their mom's shoulder screaming that they want those cookies NOW and that she'd better buy them... well, you get the picture, but anyway, just like some people do not need to be parents, some people really shouldn't be pet owners. I had to deal with this family who wanted to board their three dogs, none of which appeared to be current on vaccinations, then cancelled a reservation for one of their dogs then wanted to reschedule that one dog... Ugh, suffice to say it was a mess. Anyway, I must've spent half my time up at the desk calling two different animal hospitals trying to get shot records (since heaven forbid you take all your dogs to the same freakin' clinic), finding out that one of the dogs was in the system under a different last name, calling the owners who say that, oh yes, all our dogs are quite up to date on their shots, fielding calls from the owners (where, by the way, the husband apparently didn't ever tell the wife what the heck he was doing about all this, and vice versa), listening to their crazy household going on behind them, hearing about how this family couldn't come to a conclusive decision about how best to get the dogs vaccinated, and what they should do, and everyone's got an opinion on what's supposed to be done...
In short: utter. chaos.
In the end, I left the desk around 4 to help in the back again, doing the closing stuff for the kennel area, and these people were still not in the system, although I had started them around 10:45 that morning. Sad.
So, as I go into the back, I'm pretty carefree. Take out dogs, oversee things: shouldn't be bad, right? I totally forget how one of the vet techs had come up front to regale us with the story of how difficult one of the dogs was to get into his cage after getting the nasal bordatella vaccine. But don't worry: I'm soon reminded. We let out our big group, and as they're all coming back in, it's me and the new kennel worker who are scrambling about, trying to herd these big dogs back into their runs and shut the door in time so they don't get back out. Usually you have maybe one challenging dog that you have to kind of shove inside and close the door really quickly on, but it's not so bad.
And then, there was Kobe.
Kobe is this massive yellow lab, who you'd swear is related to some sort of tank, except for the fact that he slobbers EVERYWHERE! He had just come in that morning, so none of us really knew what he was like, especially not me, and so I go grab him by the collar and start to bring him towards his cage like I do for every other dog. Except this is Kobe, and about 5 feet from his cage door, he plants his butt on the concrete floor (which, thank the lord, is the smooth and somewhat slippery stuff) and refuses to budge. Okay, fine: some dogs are difficult, and this is his first night here, I reason. Sure- fine. I'm kinda frustrated with the dog, since there's like a scabillion other things that need doing and I really want to get going closer to 6 than 6:30 like what usually happens, and so I just gut it up and start pulling the dog to the cage. I fancy myself fairly strong, so I'm okay with dragging. We get into the cage, I let go, and he darts out the cage door. Damn it. Take 2: I hold onto his choke chain this time and attempt to maneuver my way out while another kennel staff holds the cage door this time, but this stupid dog will NOT stay in, and is pushing against me trying his hardest to get out. I can't hold on to his collar with more than one arm, since I'm rather flattening myself up against the wall to make myself as narrow as possible so I can squeeze out the gate, but with every inch I gained, he gained one, too. So I end up banging my shoulder into the gate as I try to get out, pushing the dog back all the while, whang my wrist in the process, all while realizing that this dog has slobbered all over my once dry pant leg. Obviously, I did get out, but not before hitting more parts of my body than I did when I fell down the stairs once. It. Was. Unfun.
Anyway, aside from all that, I have a relatively light day today. Just a 2 hour shift at the tutoring place in terms of work, and I'll be free until Saturday, when I work again. But I'm happy, at least I get tomorrow off, and I didn't have to work up there today: 22 dogs were supposed to be coming into the kennel today, which to give you a guide is probably more than we see come in in a week. Yup- people love their dogs, but not enough to take 'em with or get them home on time. I think I got 3 phone calls in 2 hours yesterday from the front saying "So-and-so's owner called, and so-and-so's gonna be staying with us another night." Seriously people: I understand, your flight gets delayed, it's gonna happen, but would you please dispense with this notion that we've got unlimited room??
Anyway, /endrant, and I'll go toddle away to retrieve my freshly ironed pattern pieces. (Check the other blog for an idea of what the heck I'm talking about).
Cheers!
~r
But enough about bruises. They're relevant, but not for a little bit here. So- work! Yes, I worked my traditional 10 hour shift yesterday at the kennel. I was terribly tired yesterday for some reason, so before noon I was already into my second can of diet coke of the morning. Yesterday was one of those lovely days that I was called to work up at the front desk- Yay!!! It's far more enjoyable than doing battle with laundry or bathing dogs and ending up soaked. I found out yesterday that one of my co-workers had to give one particularly hyperactive dog a bath and came out soaked. Being the nice person I am, I simply laughed and told the person who told me that I would've paid someone just so I got out of giving that crazy dog a bath. But anyway- desk. So there's a crew of about 4 receptionists that work up at the front routinely, and yesterday morning I had the distinct *pleasure* of working with the one who considers me fairly much inept. Of course, it didn't help that all the calls I answered, it seemed, were from clients who wanted outlandish things like info if a dog had any labwork done within the past year, or wanted to get their kitten declawed and neutered and get all the shots involved... Ugh, it was a mess, and I felt inept by the time that lady left, since she was always wanting to check over my work. *sigh* The afternoon perked up, though, when the other receptionist took over for the AM one, and since I really like working with the afternoon receptionist a great deal better, it was all good.
The only real headache that I ever encounter up front is when the pet owners are inept. Just like you see people in the grocery who's kid is just hollering and banging their fists in agitation against their mom's shoulder screaming that they want those cookies NOW and that she'd better buy them... well, you get the picture, but anyway, just like some people do not need to be parents, some people really shouldn't be pet owners. I had to deal with this family who wanted to board their three dogs, none of which appeared to be current on vaccinations, then cancelled a reservation for one of their dogs then wanted to reschedule that one dog... Ugh, suffice to say it was a mess. Anyway, I must've spent half my time up at the desk calling two different animal hospitals trying to get shot records (since heaven forbid you take all your dogs to the same freakin' clinic), finding out that one of the dogs was in the system under a different last name, calling the owners who say that, oh yes, all our dogs are quite up to date on their shots, fielding calls from the owners (where, by the way, the husband apparently didn't ever tell the wife what the heck he was doing about all this, and vice versa), listening to their crazy household going on behind them, hearing about how this family couldn't come to a conclusive decision about how best to get the dogs vaccinated, and what they should do, and everyone's got an opinion on what's supposed to be done...
In short: utter. chaos.
In the end, I left the desk around 4 to help in the back again, doing the closing stuff for the kennel area, and these people were still not in the system, although I had started them around 10:45 that morning. Sad.
So, as I go into the back, I'm pretty carefree. Take out dogs, oversee things: shouldn't be bad, right? I totally forget how one of the vet techs had come up front to regale us with the story of how difficult one of the dogs was to get into his cage after getting the nasal bordatella vaccine. But don't worry: I'm soon reminded. We let out our big group, and as they're all coming back in, it's me and the new kennel worker who are scrambling about, trying to herd these big dogs back into their runs and shut the door in time so they don't get back out. Usually you have maybe one challenging dog that you have to kind of shove inside and close the door really quickly on, but it's not so bad.
And then, there was Kobe.
Kobe is this massive yellow lab, who you'd swear is related to some sort of tank, except for the fact that he slobbers EVERYWHERE! He had just come in that morning, so none of us really knew what he was like, especially not me, and so I go grab him by the collar and start to bring him towards his cage like I do for every other dog. Except this is Kobe, and about 5 feet from his cage door, he plants his butt on the concrete floor (which, thank the lord, is the smooth and somewhat slippery stuff) and refuses to budge. Okay, fine: some dogs are difficult, and this is his first night here, I reason. Sure- fine. I'm kinda frustrated with the dog, since there's like a scabillion other things that need doing and I really want to get going closer to 6 than 6:30 like what usually happens, and so I just gut it up and start pulling the dog to the cage. I fancy myself fairly strong, so I'm okay with dragging. We get into the cage, I let go, and he darts out the cage door. Damn it. Take 2: I hold onto his choke chain this time and attempt to maneuver my way out while another kennel staff holds the cage door this time, but this stupid dog will NOT stay in, and is pushing against me trying his hardest to get out. I can't hold on to his collar with more than one arm, since I'm rather flattening myself up against the wall to make myself as narrow as possible so I can squeeze out the gate, but with every inch I gained, he gained one, too. So I end up banging my shoulder into the gate as I try to get out, pushing the dog back all the while, whang my wrist in the process, all while realizing that this dog has slobbered all over my once dry pant leg. Obviously, I did get out, but not before hitting more parts of my body than I did when I fell down the stairs once. It. Was. Unfun.
Anyway, aside from all that, I have a relatively light day today. Just a 2 hour shift at the tutoring place in terms of work, and I'll be free until Saturday, when I work again. But I'm happy, at least I get tomorrow off, and I didn't have to work up there today: 22 dogs were supposed to be coming into the kennel today, which to give you a guide is probably more than we see come in in a week. Yup- people love their dogs, but not enough to take 'em with or get them home on time. I think I got 3 phone calls in 2 hours yesterday from the front saying "So-and-so's owner called, and so-and-so's gonna be staying with us another night." Seriously people: I understand, your flight gets delayed, it's gonna happen, but would you please dispense with this notion that we've got unlimited room??
Anyway, /endrant, and I'll go toddle away to retrieve my freshly ironed pattern pieces. (Check the other blog for an idea of what the heck I'm talking about).
Cheers!
~r
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Time for an update much?
Ha: so, funny story....
Really, there isn't one. I've just been stupendously lazy and haven't updated at all. Go figure. Guess these old habits die hard: but to think, when I first got a blog like a year ago, that's all I seemed to do was post. Crazy. Well, I suppose I've become older and (somewhat) wiser, and have discovered the joys that are face to face or phone comunicado. Or IM: IM still is best.
So yeah! Onto an update of my life since mid-May. In short:
-Had a devil of a time finding a job. Nobody seemed to want to hire a college kid for summer employment! Geez! Here I was thinking I was a shoo in... guess not. I felt bad, because for awhile there I was sincerely thinking that I would have to just lie and say that I wasn't going to return to SFA in the fall just so they'd hire me and I could quit when I had to go back. But that would make me feel cravitzy and that's no good.
-Got Job 1: Tutoring Center. Great! The owner calls me back like three weeks after I had interviewed there and offers me 4 meager hours a week, 2 each on T/R. Okay, well, it's a start, I tell myself. At least it's semi-gainful employment. Plus, you can't beat the location: the place is literally less than 5 minutes away down Exchange. Yes!! So I take that, and so began my tutoring odyssey.
-I checked craigslist.org (which, by the way, is a fabulous site: if you haven't gone there yet, go now) like a madwoman just looking for any other jobs that I could take that would supplement the tutoring gig. I sent out entirely too many emails, copies of my resume, and burnt gas up just dropping off all these applications at what seemed like everywhere. I did get one interview for a night receptionist position, and drove all the way to Plano to interview only to be told that there was a mistake and they really were looking for someone on a more permanent basis. The lady who interviews me then wraps with something along the lines of "We'll call you if we can't find anybody better." Way to raise the ole' self-esteem meter, lady. Thanks a ton. Other than that interview, though, nobody responds.
-Then, I come across (on craigslist) a magical post: kennel assistant needed in Kinney. Great! I think- I worked for years at the Animal Shelter doing probably what these people would want me to do, and wasn't even paid for it! If I could get paid to do that, which I did enjoy doing, that would make my day! So I check, summer employment is just fine to this guy, and I email him a resume, and an interview and a few phone calls later, I've got Job #2 bagged. Yes. Not only that, but it's $9 an hour to take care of dogs! Woo!
-And that brings us up to now. I now juggle 2 jobs and in a normal week have *maybe* 2 days I don't have to work, which are usually not weekends. Days at the kennel are long (7:30am-6pm), but bearable if you can work 'em right. There's always massive amounts of laundry to be done there, it seems, and no matter how hard you try to work down the mountain of dirty towels and blankets, more seems to be manufactured by the hour! What's really crappy is the fact that the 2 dryers we have to work with don't do an exceptionally good job at drying stuff... so a lot of times you get the lovely leaning tower of wet towels stacked atop the dryer, waiting for their turn to go tumbling around the luke-warm basket. Anyway, enough about towels. Up at the kennel I also cross-train up at the front desk, which is really a lot of fun. I've made a couple mistakes (which was very disappointing to me for some reason), but I really love the thrill that front desk gives you: you get to meet all these new people, handle invoicing and large bills, plus people practically throw their credit card at you! Half the time I won't even have the total halfway out of my mouth before there's a shiny piece of plastic being proffered. *shrug* Well, good for them I guess. :) Anyway, yes, it's pretty enjoyable. The vet techs there, though, are the only drawback. They're paid lord knows what an hour to give shots, stick thermometers up a dog's rear, give vaccinations and, of course, stand around to chat, but heaven forbid kennel staff are caught sitting around not doing anything: we always get promptly yelled at to do something menial like windex a door or mop a floor that has already been mopped twice before (but not with any watter less than pristine!!!). That's the part I really don't appreciate, to be honest: that, and the fact that the a/c doesn't exactly work in the back. It's rather nasty work, all told, but I try to make it worth it.
So yeah! That's what's going on in the life right now. As far as I know, there's no plans for vacations. My grandparents already came and went at the beginning of June, and we begged off of visiting them this summer with the promise of coming up at Thanksgiving. I'm not sure how I feel about this, frankly, as it's going to mean missing 2 classes and also missing the last football game (which I'm not devastated about, really: I'm more freaked about what my band director's gonna say when he finds out!). Hopefully it will be worthwhile: not that spending time with family isn't, of course, but you know what I mean. I guess I won't die if I have to go spend one more week sleeping in the "finished" (note the quotes) basement of my grandparent's house while my parents and myself try every trick in the book to get my grandparents to move down to Texas already.
Well, that's it. I have a 6:20 alarm for tomorrow all set and ready to go, so all that's left now, really, is for me to toddle off to bed (or, rather, put my computer on the floor and go to sleep, since I'm currently in bed snuggled under all the lovely blankets!!)
Much love,
~r
Really, there isn't one. I've just been stupendously lazy and haven't updated at all. Go figure. Guess these old habits die hard: but to think, when I first got a blog like a year ago, that's all I seemed to do was post. Crazy. Well, I suppose I've become older and (somewhat) wiser, and have discovered the joys that are face to face or phone comunicado. Or IM: IM still is best.
So yeah! Onto an update of my life since mid-May. In short:
-Had a devil of a time finding a job. Nobody seemed to want to hire a college kid for summer employment! Geez! Here I was thinking I was a shoo in... guess not. I felt bad, because for awhile there I was sincerely thinking that I would have to just lie and say that I wasn't going to return to SFA in the fall just so they'd hire me and I could quit when I had to go back. But that would make me feel cravitzy and that's no good.
-Got Job 1: Tutoring Center. Great! The owner calls me back like three weeks after I had interviewed there and offers me 4 meager hours a week, 2 each on T/R. Okay, well, it's a start, I tell myself. At least it's semi-gainful employment. Plus, you can't beat the location: the place is literally less than 5 minutes away down Exchange. Yes!! So I take that, and so began my tutoring odyssey.
-I checked craigslist.org (which, by the way, is a fabulous site: if you haven't gone there yet, go now) like a madwoman just looking for any other jobs that I could take that would supplement the tutoring gig. I sent out entirely too many emails, copies of my resume, and burnt gas up just dropping off all these applications at what seemed like everywhere. I did get one interview for a night receptionist position, and drove all the way to Plano to interview only to be told that there was a mistake and they really were looking for someone on a more permanent basis. The lady who interviews me then wraps with something along the lines of "We'll call you if we can't find anybody better." Way to raise the ole' self-esteem meter, lady. Thanks a ton. Other than that interview, though, nobody responds.
-Then, I come across (on craigslist) a magical post: kennel assistant needed in Kinney. Great! I think- I worked for years at the Animal Shelter doing probably what these people would want me to do, and wasn't even paid for it! If I could get paid to do that, which I did enjoy doing, that would make my day! So I check, summer employment is just fine to this guy, and I email him a resume, and an interview and a few phone calls later, I've got Job #2 bagged. Yes. Not only that, but it's $9 an hour to take care of dogs! Woo!
-And that brings us up to now. I now juggle 2 jobs and in a normal week have *maybe* 2 days I don't have to work, which are usually not weekends. Days at the kennel are long (7:30am-6pm), but bearable if you can work 'em right. There's always massive amounts of laundry to be done there, it seems, and no matter how hard you try to work down the mountain of dirty towels and blankets, more seems to be manufactured by the hour! What's really crappy is the fact that the 2 dryers we have to work with don't do an exceptionally good job at drying stuff... so a lot of times you get the lovely leaning tower of wet towels stacked atop the dryer, waiting for their turn to go tumbling around the luke-warm basket. Anyway, enough about towels. Up at the kennel I also cross-train up at the front desk, which is really a lot of fun. I've made a couple mistakes (which was very disappointing to me for some reason), but I really love the thrill that front desk gives you: you get to meet all these new people, handle invoicing and large bills, plus people practically throw their credit card at you! Half the time I won't even have the total halfway out of my mouth before there's a shiny piece of plastic being proffered. *shrug* Well, good for them I guess. :) Anyway, yes, it's pretty enjoyable. The vet techs there, though, are the only drawback. They're paid lord knows what an hour to give shots, stick thermometers up a dog's rear, give vaccinations and, of course, stand around to chat, but heaven forbid kennel staff are caught sitting around not doing anything: we always get promptly yelled at to do something menial like windex a door or mop a floor that has already been mopped twice before (but not with any watter less than pristine!!!). That's the part I really don't appreciate, to be honest: that, and the fact that the a/c doesn't exactly work in the back. It's rather nasty work, all told, but I try to make it worth it.
So yeah! That's what's going on in the life right now. As far as I know, there's no plans for vacations. My grandparents already came and went at the beginning of June, and we begged off of visiting them this summer with the promise of coming up at Thanksgiving. I'm not sure how I feel about this, frankly, as it's going to mean missing 2 classes and also missing the last football game (which I'm not devastated about, really: I'm more freaked about what my band director's gonna say when he finds out!). Hopefully it will be worthwhile: not that spending time with family isn't, of course, but you know what I mean. I guess I won't die if I have to go spend one more week sleeping in the "finished" (note the quotes) basement of my grandparent's house while my parents and myself try every trick in the book to get my grandparents to move down to Texas already.
Well, that's it. I have a 6:20 alarm for tomorrow all set and ready to go, so all that's left now, really, is for me to toddle off to bed (or, rather, put my computer on the floor and go to sleep, since I'm currently in bed snuggled under all the lovely blankets!!)
Much love,
~r
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