I seem to be having the best luck lately. I s'pose I'll start with the beginning of last week.
My college, like the rest of the world, is very low on funds. It is an extremely small college, and therefore tuition/room/board have all gone up. Faculty and staff salaries have been cut and cut and cut. Finally, they made the decision to let some faculty members go. They did this without consulting or even notifying the students.
My involvement with this bull**** started way back in February or March when one of the Sisters, formerly the president of the college, died, and no one notified us (the only way I found out was because Hillary got an email about it, since she is a staff member). I was so rip**** thatI bitched and bitched until they sent out a student and alum-wide email (I felt particularly strongly about this because this particular Sister, besides being a sweet woman whom I had seen many times in the gym and the cafeteria, was the president of the college when my mother attended). Then the Dean of the School of the Arts and Sciences resigned, to move on to a new position elsewhere, and students again were not notified. This time I did everything I could to spread the news and alert students to the fact that we were all, basically, being lied to by omission. Then I found out about the professors being laid off and s**t really hit the fan. Last Monday I helped organise a student run protest/forum to start spreading the information that was being with held. I really pissed a lot of people off, but I feel that, we are paying enough money to go to college that we should be told the truth and kept informed about decisions made regarding our education and the college itself. One of the people who helped organise it with me got fired from his on-campus job and lost his housing. Another person was threatened that, if she attended to event, she would not receive the award she was schedulued to receive at baccalaureate. Another person was told that if she wanted to keep her position as president of the senior class, she would not allow the event to go on. They tried to get to me through Hillary. These people are monsters, and I will do everything in my power to make their lives miserable. Threatening 20 year olds, really mature. The event was very successful, and we are well on our way to open communication. But as long as the slimeballs who run this college are still employed, I still have work to do.
I connected with an alum of the college, who lives in the same town as the college, who also has beef with the "big 4" (the big admins of the school). She's very intelligent, and also very funny, and she graduated a year after my mother, which is really cool. She offered me a job this summer helping her out with office stuff and working with the GSA in the town, which she started and runs. I am SO pumped! This happened on Tuesday.
I've been applying to tons of jobs lately. I recently got a call from one place, and I had my interview yesterday and I basically have the job. It's in retail, and I have no retail experience but I'm pretty friendly and it will be great to have something to do this summer (and to be saving money for grad school).
I got a call the other night from the new pastor of my church (she's the temporary pastor, but she's a really nice lady) and she wants me to be one of three representatives (voting members) of our church who attend this year's Synod Assembly. It's basically this huge church meeting that takes three days. I think churches from six states will be attending (the New England Synod of the Evangelical Lutheran Church of America), so there will be lots of people and it's a really big deal. I am so honored, and unfortunately it's the weekend right before my 21st birthday so I won't be able to have beers with the rest of the New England Lutherans, but I will totally be there and it's going to be amazing.
Tomorrow is my last final exam, and then at 5:30 tomorrow night I'm flying to Florida. I'll be there until Saturday, enjoying the 2010 Flower and Garden Festival in Disney. We're going to see Dave Matthews Band on June 8th, Brandi Carlile on July 30th and LILITH FAIR in HARTFORD on August 1. And, of course, I turn 21 on June 12, which happens to coincide with the Boston Pride Parade. Oh it's going to be a great summer.
Hope everyone else has had a good week!
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Monday, June 16, 2008
Pull Shapes
So I hate my job... and I may or may not be forced into quitting. I went back today to see if I could get any hours this week and my manager was chastising me for not "reminding" her that I was going on vacation. I told her I was going to be on vacation June 7-14 (Saturday-Saturday) on the Wednesday before I left. That wasn't good enough? She had a pad of paper and a pen in her hand, she couldn't write it down?
In any event, she told me I have to pick my check up from the district manager, so I'm going to go do that in a little while. While I'm out, though, I'm going to be filling out applications for other places. I heard the Borders at the mall near my house is hiring, and that job would be just so perfect I can't even stand it! I could do a backflip thinking about how awesome that would be.
I'm also going to get back to writing. I haven't really written much since the beginning of the school year (I had a good deal of free time first semester, and what wasn't spent shotgunning beer or drinking whiskey straight from the bottle was spent writing/studying). I'd like to get something published. I mean, I was published in the literary magazine in high school and more recently the the magazine in college (and a poetry book of young writers across America in 5th grade, super proud of that one), but I'd love to be published in a "real" magazine or collection of short stories. Something like that. If I made some money off of it, all the better, right?
For right now, though, almost all is right with the world. Almost all, anyway, I still have to go talk to the district manager and sound like an ass (per usual).
The seniors from my alma mater graduate tomorrow night!! It's enough to bring a tear to my eye. I wish them all the best of luck in whatever route they pursue. It's a big scary world out there, but as long as there are people who care about you in it then it's not so bad.
And I'm going to MA this week to visit some incredible people and possibly get my lacrosse on!! I haven't played lacrosse since May (sadly), if I could I'd play 24 hours a day. As soon as the pool is open, though, I'll be doing some serious swimming. I wish there were more hours in the day, and that employment was less necessary to detract from the awesome of summer. Le sigh.
Oh, and the reasoning behind the title of this blog... I'm addicted to "Pull Shapes" by the Pipettes. My lovely roommate thinks it's hilarious that the lyrics "dance with me pretty boy tonight" can very often be found in my away message. If she thinks that's funny, she should see me spinning around my house singing the song over and over again. Quite a sight to be seen. It really is an addicting song though.
In any event, she told me I have to pick my check up from the district manager, so I'm going to go do that in a little while. While I'm out, though, I'm going to be filling out applications for other places. I heard the Borders at the mall near my house is hiring, and that job would be just so perfect I can't even stand it! I could do a backflip thinking about how awesome that would be.
I'm also going to get back to writing. I haven't really written much since the beginning of the school year (I had a good deal of free time first semester, and what wasn't spent shotgunning beer or drinking whiskey straight from the bottle was spent writing/studying). I'd like to get something published. I mean, I was published in the literary magazine in high school and more recently the the magazine in college (and a poetry book of young writers across America in 5th grade, super proud of that one), but I'd love to be published in a "real" magazine or collection of short stories. Something like that. If I made some money off of it, all the better, right?
For right now, though, almost all is right with the world. Almost all, anyway, I still have to go talk to the district manager and sound like an ass (per usual).
The seniors from my alma mater graduate tomorrow night!! It's enough to bring a tear to my eye. I wish them all the best of luck in whatever route they pursue. It's a big scary world out there, but as long as there are people who care about you in it then it's not so bad.
And I'm going to MA this week to visit some incredible people and possibly get my lacrosse on!! I haven't played lacrosse since May (sadly), if I could I'd play 24 hours a day. As soon as the pool is open, though, I'll be doing some serious swimming. I wish there were more hours in the day, and that employment was less necessary to detract from the awesome of summer. Le sigh.
Oh, and the reasoning behind the title of this blog... I'm addicted to "Pull Shapes" by the Pipettes. My lovely roommate thinks it's hilarious that the lyrics "dance with me pretty boy tonight" can very often be found in my away message. If she thinks that's funny, she should see me spinning around my house singing the song over and over again. Quite a sight to be seen. It really is an addicting song though.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
I Spy With My Little Eye
You know you're having a fantastic day when all you keep saying to yourself (in your head of course... because only crazy people TALK to themselves... geesh) is "I can't wait to blog about this." That's a bit o' sarcasm for ya, not because I don't love blogging about this that and the other thing, cause I really do, but because my day SUCKED and all I kept saying in my wee, exhausted brain was "soon we will be near a computer... then we will have revenge..."
If I could count on hands how many times I was on the verge of tears today, I would probably need four or five sets of hands. I'd only need one hand to count the number of times I actually did cry. That's a big deal for me, because I do not cry about little things. I remember each time in my life where I actually broke down and sobbed, and at this point I believe the count is five. Sure I've cried, a tear dribbles down my cheek.
Like the time when my friend had to physically remove me from my dorm building and take me for a walk while I explained to him, in the toughest way possible of course, that I needed to come out of the closet and that's why I was having a meltdown. Someone was doing a survey for a sociology class and one of the questions on the survey was "Would you consider yourself: Heterosexual, Homosexual, Bisexual, Unsure." I knew the person giving out the survey so I immediately checked off hetero. Right after I smilingly handed back the survey I started hitting walls, prompting my very good friend to bring me outside. We went for a walk around campus, it must have been 11 or 12 at night, not something terribly unusual for us. He asked me what was wrong and I got all sniffly and he said "Are you crying?" and I said "No!" and he said "Dude you're crying... weird." When I explained to him the situation he was understanding (I had told him several months prior) and told me to just get it over with. And here I am.
Back to the present, though. I went in to work at 10 am, ready to get my hands dirty and make some monehhh. My manager told me to stay on until 6... 6 pm... as in 6 at night, as in 1 hour before 7, 4 before 10, 13 before I would soon find out that I was required to go BACK into work. It was just me and the assistant manager working all day, me driving her COMPLETELY insane because today was literally my second day on the job and I'm still learning. I don't handle hostility very well at all. If someone yells at me, I shut down and the job won't get done. For example, if someone told me to rewrite a paper cause it was completely incorrect, I would stare blankly into space until they provided constructive criticism or until my brain rewired the motherboard and I was able to blink again.
The woman I was working with soon caught on to the fact that it really was my second day, I really never have worked in fast food before, my only previous job was with small children, and that I am sensitive and quiet. I'll do whatever you want me to do, just please first tell me how to do it in a constructive and positive way. By the end of the day we were getting along fine, but for a while I was afraid she was going to beat me, and I could tell she was afraid she was going to make me cry. I'm sure it's odd for people who see me to find out that yes, I really do have a heart and yes, I do very often wear it on my sleeve (on the inside of the sleeve, apparently).
At one point I had to go out and scrub the outside of the drive thru because someone clearly ran over a ketchup packet. As I was standing there, bucket of suds in hand, visor tipped upward and slightly to the right, baggy kahki pants smeared with various condiments and rouge beverage spills I watched as the cars drove past, one by one, each stopping at the window where my coworker took their orders. I had to wait until I had a good opened so I could get in and scrub. Then... oh then... and my heart skips a beat here... I saw her. She was in a white pick up truck, with silver trim, I'm thinking it was a Ford. She had cute brown hair cut dykishly short. It's how I knew, besides the fact that she drove a pickup truck, and besides the fact that she could tell I was a fellow dyke. Why else would she give me the stare down for the whole 2:00 that she was in the drive thru? I grinned and blushed a little and looked down at my feet and then back up at her. She smiled and continued staring at me (how awkward, I know, but I was very flattered) and I walked inside to go help my coworker do orders. I made sure she got a good look at my swagger as I walked in. Oh yeah, I swagger all right. I kept chuckling to myself, thinking "I spy with my little eye something... gay." Make your own entertainment. I sure hope mizz pick up truck comes back for another iced coffee sometime soon, I'll be sure to put a little extra sugar in her order.
That reminds me of the time, earlier this semester, that my roommate and I got up early on a Sunday morning to go out for coffees. We had been to this particular dunkin donuts (happens to be in Burlington, MA) a few weeks previously when we went to see a movie out there. There are probably about 30 dunkin donuts between our school and Burlington, but we had to go back there. There was this girl there, so cute, so nice, greatest smile ever, who was really nice to us and yeah, I had to hotts for her (welcome to my life), and my roommate, in her never ending quest to get me laid, decided that I should pursue her. So we went on this particular Sunday, hoping that she was working. And lo!! She was working.
I held the door for an older gentlemen who, upon entering the store, said "I knew a nice young Irish girl would hold the door for me!" I smiled, and he looked at my roommate and said "Two Irish sisters!" (because she does look Irish, and we could probably pass for sisters if you didn't look too hard) to which my roommate said "No no no, we're not sisters and I'm not Irish," and sh proceeded to give him the run down of her ancestry. He was clearly very impressed with our social skills, because he offered to buy our breakfasts. My roomate was quick to ask for a medium iced coffee, I got a small (after much protest). He then asked that I order my breakfast and I absolutely refused, so he went on his merry way, and we were ecstatic to have made a new friend. I order my toasted cinnamin raisin bagel with cream cheese on the side and had a seat by the window the consume said bagel, after making oogly eyes at the girl behind the counter who took my order. My roommate was sitting across from me, staring at me, with her head resting on both of her hands in loose fists. "What?" I said, a little nervous that she was going to turn on the laser beams in her eyes or something. And then it hit me. The girl behind the counter didn't ask for any money!! I said this outload, quietly, to my roommate, who simply nodded and said "I was waiting for you to realize it." Oh I was SOOO happy. It literally was one of the best days of my life. The girl came out from behind the counter and talked to us for a while, told us her hours, and asked us to come back and visit her again soon. I couldn't even wait to visit her. She became known as "muffin lady" to all my friends who heard this legendary story. Unfortunately, I haven't seen muffin lady since that day, after several attempts to catch her on the hours she told us to visit. Someday I'll find her, and whisk her away, and we can eat bagels and drink iced coffees forever and ever.
So that was my day (and a recap of several days in the not too distant past). I have to be in to work at 7 am tomorrow morning (soooooooo painful for me...) but I am leaving at noon and then packing and then going to DISNEY WORLD bright and early Saturday morning, where I'm sure I'll fall in love with more women (I fall in love everywhere I go, I think of it as a gift more than a curse) take some pictures with some lifesized mice, see some fireworks, drink a lot with my mom and try to forget about how much I really would rather be spending my summer sleeping, basketballin, swimming and being a general hoodlum. That's it for me, peace out girlscouts!!
P to the S: If you read my blog I would absolutely LOVE it if you would comment, or subscribe or something of that nature. I'm super new to blogging but I love it and I'd love feedback :-D Thanks in advance!!
If I could count on hands how many times I was on the verge of tears today, I would probably need four or five sets of hands. I'd only need one hand to count the number of times I actually did cry. That's a big deal for me, because I do not cry about little things. I remember each time in my life where I actually broke down and sobbed, and at this point I believe the count is five. Sure I've cried, a tear dribbles down my cheek.
Like the time when my friend had to physically remove me from my dorm building and take me for a walk while I explained to him, in the toughest way possible of course, that I needed to come out of the closet and that's why I was having a meltdown. Someone was doing a survey for a sociology class and one of the questions on the survey was "Would you consider yourself: Heterosexual, Homosexual, Bisexual, Unsure." I knew the person giving out the survey so I immediately checked off hetero. Right after I smilingly handed back the survey I started hitting walls, prompting my very good friend to bring me outside. We went for a walk around campus, it must have been 11 or 12 at night, not something terribly unusual for us. He asked me what was wrong and I got all sniffly and he said "Are you crying?" and I said "No!" and he said "Dude you're crying... weird." When I explained to him the situation he was understanding (I had told him several months prior) and told me to just get it over with. And here I am.
Back to the present, though. I went in to work at 10 am, ready to get my hands dirty and make some monehhh. My manager told me to stay on until 6... 6 pm... as in 6 at night, as in 1 hour before 7, 4 before 10, 13 before I would soon find out that I was required to go BACK into work. It was just me and the assistant manager working all day, me driving her COMPLETELY insane because today was literally my second day on the job and I'm still learning. I don't handle hostility very well at all. If someone yells at me, I shut down and the job won't get done. For example, if someone told me to rewrite a paper cause it was completely incorrect, I would stare blankly into space until they provided constructive criticism or until my brain rewired the motherboard and I was able to blink again.
The woman I was working with soon caught on to the fact that it really was my second day, I really never have worked in fast food before, my only previous job was with small children, and that I am sensitive and quiet. I'll do whatever you want me to do, just please first tell me how to do it in a constructive and positive way. By the end of the day we were getting along fine, but for a while I was afraid she was going to beat me, and I could tell she was afraid she was going to make me cry. I'm sure it's odd for people who see me to find out that yes, I really do have a heart and yes, I do very often wear it on my sleeve (on the inside of the sleeve, apparently).
At one point I had to go out and scrub the outside of the drive thru because someone clearly ran over a ketchup packet. As I was standing there, bucket of suds in hand, visor tipped upward and slightly to the right, baggy kahki pants smeared with various condiments and rouge beverage spills I watched as the cars drove past, one by one, each stopping at the window where my coworker took their orders. I had to wait until I had a good opened so I could get in and scrub. Then... oh then... and my heart skips a beat here... I saw her. She was in a white pick up truck, with silver trim, I'm thinking it was a Ford. She had cute brown hair cut dykishly short. It's how I knew, besides the fact that she drove a pickup truck, and besides the fact that she could tell I was a fellow dyke. Why else would she give me the stare down for the whole 2:00 that she was in the drive thru? I grinned and blushed a little and looked down at my feet and then back up at her. She smiled and continued staring at me (how awkward, I know, but I was very flattered) and I walked inside to go help my coworker do orders. I made sure she got a good look at my swagger as I walked in. Oh yeah, I swagger all right. I kept chuckling to myself, thinking "I spy with my little eye something... gay." Make your own entertainment. I sure hope mizz pick up truck comes back for another iced coffee sometime soon, I'll be sure to put a little extra sugar in her order.
That reminds me of the time, earlier this semester, that my roommate and I got up early on a Sunday morning to go out for coffees. We had been to this particular dunkin donuts (happens to be in Burlington, MA) a few weeks previously when we went to see a movie out there. There are probably about 30 dunkin donuts between our school and Burlington, but we had to go back there. There was this girl there, so cute, so nice, greatest smile ever, who was really nice to us and yeah, I had to hotts for her (welcome to my life), and my roommate, in her never ending quest to get me laid, decided that I should pursue her. So we went on this particular Sunday, hoping that she was working. And lo!! She was working.
I held the door for an older gentlemen who, upon entering the store, said "I knew a nice young Irish girl would hold the door for me!" I smiled, and he looked at my roommate and said "Two Irish sisters!" (because she does look Irish, and we could probably pass for sisters if you didn't look too hard) to which my roommate said "No no no, we're not sisters and I'm not Irish," and sh proceeded to give him the run down of her ancestry. He was clearly very impressed with our social skills, because he offered to buy our breakfasts. My roomate was quick to ask for a medium iced coffee, I got a small (after much protest). He then asked that I order my breakfast and I absolutely refused, so he went on his merry way, and we were ecstatic to have made a new friend. I order my toasted cinnamin raisin bagel with cream cheese on the side and had a seat by the window the consume said bagel, after making oogly eyes at the girl behind the counter who took my order. My roommate was sitting across from me, staring at me, with her head resting on both of her hands in loose fists. "What?" I said, a little nervous that she was going to turn on the laser beams in her eyes or something. And then it hit me. The girl behind the counter didn't ask for any money!! I said this outload, quietly, to my roommate, who simply nodded and said "I was waiting for you to realize it." Oh I was SOOO happy. It literally was one of the best days of my life. The girl came out from behind the counter and talked to us for a while, told us her hours, and asked us to come back and visit her again soon. I couldn't even wait to visit her. She became known as "muffin lady" to all my friends who heard this legendary story. Unfortunately, I haven't seen muffin lady since that day, after several attempts to catch her on the hours she told us to visit. Someday I'll find her, and whisk her away, and we can eat bagels and drink iced coffees forever and ever.
So that was my day (and a recap of several days in the not too distant past). I have to be in to work at 7 am tomorrow morning (soooooooo painful for me...) but I am leaving at noon and then packing and then going to DISNEY WORLD bright and early Saturday morning, where I'm sure I'll fall in love with more women (I fall in love everywhere I go, I think of it as a gift more than a curse) take some pictures with some lifesized mice, see some fireworks, drink a lot with my mom and try to forget about how much I really would rather be spending my summer sleeping, basketballin, swimming and being a general hoodlum. That's it for me, peace out girlscouts!!
P to the S: If you read my blog I would absolutely LOVE it if you would comment, or subscribe or something of that nature. I'm super new to blogging but I love it and I'd love feedback :-D Thanks in advance!!
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