School, strange customers, speaking Japanese, and Sting
School has started.
This is not something I'm excited about. The only classes I'm ever enthused to attend are my Japanese classes, one of which is a culture and society class that feels like it's all review, and the other of which is a kanji and onomatopoeia seminar that seems like it's going to be so much fun. I love the Japanese language. ♥ To me, it's the most beautiful language in the world. Bar none. Not even Korean or German can compare! Nothing compares to u Japanese!
Other than that, though, school is a burden. It means I have to give up work hours and time with friends, though I tend to have enough time during the school day to stop and see my friends, and I have friends in several classes. It's just that I feel stressed out by all the teacher education BS I'm going through, and the applications to be in the next level of teacher training. They don't make it easy for us to jump hurdles and through hoops. Everything is on fire, and they break our kneecaps with lead pipes before we start running, to hinder us as much as possible. How frustrating. No - in-fucking-fruiting. I'm setting aside time this weekend to do my second teacher ed application. You have to do three separate blocks, reapplying for each block, with new fees each time. It's not a one-time event. If only it were!
School aside, work is okay. A customer got awkward with Josh and me today. I told him his total and he went to hand me his card, then stopped and said to Josh, "Is she always this timid?" I thought to myself, I'm not being timid, man, I just reached for your card and you froze your hand, so I froze mine in reflection, and Josh said, "Nah, she's not that timid." And the customer - who's a regular, by the way - told me, "You know, you're really cute. Don't you think she's cute?" This, to my boss. My boss who looked extremely uncomfortable and was like, "Yeah," and quickly moved away.
Even as Josh walked away, the customer said, "You've just gotta learn how to handle men, honey," and I hope to God that Josh didn't hear that part. It was so disturbing. I laughed, said I had plenty of years to figure that out, and wished the guy a good day. But he hovered around till I walked away, and started talking to Josh again. I have no idea what they talked about because I went to the back to hide for a few minutes, under the guise of doing dishes.
Awkward moments at Tully's. My poor boss. I've never seen him look that uncomfortable before. In the words of l-a-n-g-e-r, "Rooster looking after his hens is tough." Josh is one of two guys at our store, is the store manager, and he has to see creepy guys try to mack on his employees all the time. They've done it to l-a-n-g-e-r, too, and to Steph, Darcy, and I'm sure to Julia and Melissa. What makes people think they can flirt shamelessly? I have too much shame to flirt with people, especially the innocent people serving me coffee or dinner or what-have-you.
On a completely different subject, not school or work, Sting's song Until has been in my head for days, especially the line, "If I were smart as Aristotle / And understood the rings around the moon / What would it all matter if you loved me? / Here in your arms, where the world is impossibly still / With a million dreams to fulfill / And a matter of moments until the dancing ends." Zellwad/destry loves and adores and worships Sting's voice, but I have to be in the right mood to listen to him. I guess I'm in that mood. Because I keep listening to the damn song, trying to get it out. For about a day, I had Stay Gold by Utada Hikaru in my head, and then La Isla Bonita by Madonna, but now it's right back to Sting. Dammit.
I mean, Sting isn't something to which one can work out, and now is the time for me to spend time at the gym. l-a-n-g-e-r and I went last night and I listened to Hikki, but I kept finding myself humming Sting in random moments, like when we walked between machines. Damn those golden spears (as Zelly has dubbed Sting's voice, saying, "He sings like golden spears." Whatever that means, Zell-a-ma-Zell).
"Freaks are the much needed escape from the humdrum. They are poetry."
This is not something I'm excited about. The only classes I'm ever enthused to attend are my Japanese classes, one of which is a culture and society class that feels like it's all review, and the other of which is a kanji and onomatopoeia seminar that seems like it's going to be so much fun. I love the Japanese language. ♥ To me, it's the most beautiful language in the world. Bar none. Not even Korean or German can compare! Nothing compares to u Japanese!
Other than that, though, school is a burden. It means I have to give up work hours and time with friends, though I tend to have enough time during the school day to stop and see my friends, and I have friends in several classes. It's just that I feel stressed out by all the teacher education BS I'm going through, and the applications to be in the next level of teacher training. They don't make it easy for us to jump hurdles and through hoops. Everything is on fire, and they break our kneecaps with lead pipes before we start running, to hinder us as much as possible. How frustrating. No - in-fucking-fruiting. I'm setting aside time this weekend to do my second teacher ed application. You have to do three separate blocks, reapplying for each block, with new fees each time. It's not a one-time event. If only it were!
School aside, work is okay. A customer got awkward with Josh and me today. I told him his total and he went to hand me his card, then stopped and said to Josh, "Is she always this timid?" I thought to myself, I'm not being timid, man, I just reached for your card and you froze your hand, so I froze mine in reflection, and Josh said, "Nah, she's not that timid." And the customer - who's a regular, by the way - told me, "You know, you're really cute. Don't you think she's cute?" This, to my boss. My boss who looked extremely uncomfortable and was like, "Yeah," and quickly moved away.
Even as Josh walked away, the customer said, "You've just gotta learn how to handle men, honey," and I hope to God that Josh didn't hear that part. It was so disturbing. I laughed, said I had plenty of years to figure that out, and wished the guy a good day. But he hovered around till I walked away, and started talking to Josh again. I have no idea what they talked about because I went to the back to hide for a few minutes, under the guise of doing dishes.
Awkward moments at Tully's. My poor boss. I've never seen him look that uncomfortable before. In the words of l-a-n-g-e-r, "Rooster looking after his hens is tough." Josh is one of two guys at our store, is the store manager, and he has to see creepy guys try to mack on his employees all the time. They've done it to l-a-n-g-e-r, too, and to Steph, Darcy, and I'm sure to Julia and Melissa. What makes people think they can flirt shamelessly? I have too much shame to flirt with people, especially the innocent people serving me coffee or dinner or what-have-you.
On a completely different subject, not school or work, Sting's song Until has been in my head for days, especially the line, "If I were smart as Aristotle / And understood the rings around the moon / What would it all matter if you loved me? / Here in your arms, where the world is impossibly still / With a million dreams to fulfill / And a matter of moments until the dancing ends." Zellwad/destry loves and adores and worships Sting's voice, but I have to be in the right mood to listen to him. I guess I'm in that mood. Because I keep listening to the damn song, trying to get it out. For about a day, I had Stay Gold by Utada Hikaru in my head, and then La Isla Bonita by Madonna, but now it's right back to Sting. Dammit.
I mean, Sting isn't something to which one can work out, and now is the time for me to spend time at the gym. l-a-n-g-e-r and I went last night and I listened to Hikki, but I kept finding myself humming Sting in random moments, like when we walked between machines. Damn those golden spears (as Zelly has dubbed Sting's voice, saying, "He sings like golden spears." Whatever that means, Zell-a-ma-Zell).
"Freaks are the much needed escape from the humdrum. They are poetry."