Somewhere far along this road
Props if you can name the song the title references.
Okay, so alot has happened.
Things have socially smoothed over in some areas, getting a little more awkward in others, but c'est la vie and I think at this point there's not much I can do, really.
Anyway, I think the week after the bowl of awkward friend fiasco happened, to which I must say I feel guilty for causing drama as I loathe it to death and probably could have handled that whole situation more discreetly (discretely?) and with better verbage. I won't apologize for my feelings, but I definitely have learned the importance of wording and communication.
Speaking of communication, I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE MORE OF IT AT WORK PLZKTHANX.
Here's the dealeo: last week of May, I randomly got pulled in to work at the camp that hired me because the coordinator (friends with my mother) needed help prepping stuff for orientation.
I got to tell you guys, I have never felt more useless in my life.
I don't really think I'm cut out for office work.
Manual labor, on the other hand, seems promising. If nothing else I can fold clothes neatly and quickly and work at a Gap or something. I like working with my hands. For some reason they seem sharper than my brain at times, even if they aren't steady at all.
Anyway, back to the job: I got pulled in, which was fine (I was pleasantly surprised to find out I was getting paid), except I had no idea what needed to be done or what to do, so there was that completely awkward first day--though it turned out more like first two weeks--as I didn't understand how the filing system work, I had a tough relationship with my boss, and I hadn't been there long enough to anticipate her needs (which really would have helped in "taking the initiative"), nor was there any good communication. No, I just...no. I'd like to not have to do it again. Or at least in that specific environment.
What I did enjoy, though, was working with my mom sometimes (bizarre, yes? I was always under the impression most people wouldn't like to do that), having lunch with her, reading before work, and sneaking into the scene shop so we can steal a coworker's tribble and play with it (you turn it on and whenever you pet it, it trembles and purrs! It purrs like metallic crickets, but still). I want my own tribble. No, I NEED my own tribble.
KHAN. And now you all have lost the game.
Yes that was necessary.
Well, thankfully my first week ended early; on Friday, Brooke's mom was kind enough to pick me up and drive us to Rainbow's house. I met her kitty! She's so KYUTE, and didn't seem to hate me on sight like most cats do. She actually walked right up to me and sniffed my hand when I offered it. Anyway, we piled into a red van and her parents drove us up to Universal Studios in Orlando; we stayed at the Portofino. I've never stayed in a large, nice hotel like that, and I hope some day I can go back and explore it more because damn it is GORGEOUS. It really does look like an Italian town (yes I know it's supposed to be modelled after Portofino, Italy), though the first time I saw it the first thing I thought of was the Venice set used in "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade." The room we had was really, really nice; two beds and a large bathroom. Seriously, that is the largest bathroom I've ever seen in a hotel. Everything was decorated and lovely and very Mediterranean or Tuscan flavored, and we had a view of the garden which was more like tree branches but still. I would just sit and stare out side at the clover field (hah movie reference) below and the saw-toothed tree leaves that I couldn't identify for the life of me. Oh yeah, it rained that whole day. That wasn't so pleasant. We ordered in room service and watched the last two thirds or so of "Troy," which involved screaming "HECTOOOOOR" at the top of our lungs, me fangirling over Sean Bean as Odysseus (I was so happy with that casting you have no idea), us talking about Hector's goodbye scene with his wife and son and how sad it was, and me trying to eat my chocolate gelato before it melted and stealing fruit, cheese and crackers from Brooke's plate. I think if I ever went to Italy, it'd be for two reasons: seeing Vatican City and eating my weight in chocolate gelato. I love that stuff and could probably never get sick of it.
This took longer than I thought it would, and it's later than I thought it was, so I'm going to go to bed soon and continuing this later.
Finished books this summer:
Catching Fire- Suzanne Collins (I love the worldbuilding, the characters, the plot, and I know the speaker's voice is part of Katniss's characterization, but sweetie would it KILL YOU TO USE COMMAS, CONJUNCTIONS AND SEMICOLONS ONCE IN A WHILE TO COMBINE PHRASES/SENTENCES KTHANX.)
The Last Unicorn- Peter S. Beagle (I get this weird feeling Elizabeth Bear was seriously influenced by either this book or Beagle's style.)
At the moment:
The Lost Symbol- Dan Brown (I WILL finish this fucker. I wish Dan Brown hadn't waited HALF THE BOOK to get interesting with the mysticism, symbolism and identity of the antagonist who is a creeper, by the way).
Within the forseeable future:
The Awakening
The Reckoning
The Girl Who Played With Fire
The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (maybe)
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (maybe)
Also, I'm getting some wonderful ideas for the villainess character Marla Adams. I will have to sketch them.
Can I just be an editor for a publisher or something?
Okay, so alot has happened.
Things have socially smoothed over in some areas, getting a little more awkward in others, but c'est la vie and I think at this point there's not much I can do, really.
Anyway, I think the week after the bowl of awkward friend fiasco happened, to which I must say I feel guilty for causing drama as I loathe it to death and probably could have handled that whole situation more discreetly (discretely?) and with better verbage. I won't apologize for my feelings, but I definitely have learned the importance of wording and communication.
Speaking of communication, I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE MORE OF IT AT WORK PLZKTHANX.
Here's the dealeo: last week of May, I randomly got pulled in to work at the camp that hired me because the coordinator (friends with my mother) needed help prepping stuff for orientation.
I got to tell you guys, I have never felt more useless in my life.
I don't really think I'm cut out for office work.
Manual labor, on the other hand, seems promising. If nothing else I can fold clothes neatly and quickly and work at a Gap or something. I like working with my hands. For some reason they seem sharper than my brain at times, even if they aren't steady at all.
Anyway, back to the job: I got pulled in, which was fine (I was pleasantly surprised to find out I was getting paid), except I had no idea what needed to be done or what to do, so there was that completely awkward first day--though it turned out more like first two weeks--as I didn't understand how the filing system work, I had a tough relationship with my boss, and I hadn't been there long enough to anticipate her needs (which really would have helped in "taking the initiative"), nor was there any good communication. No, I just...no. I'd like to not have to do it again. Or at least in that specific environment.
What I did enjoy, though, was working with my mom sometimes (bizarre, yes? I was always under the impression most people wouldn't like to do that), having lunch with her, reading before work, and sneaking into the scene shop so we can steal a coworker's tribble and play with it (you turn it on and whenever you pet it, it trembles and purrs! It purrs like metallic crickets, but still). I want my own tribble. No, I NEED my own tribble.
KHAN. And now you all have lost the game.
Yes that was necessary.
Well, thankfully my first week ended early; on Friday, Brooke's mom was kind enough to pick me up and drive us to Rainbow's house. I met her kitty! She's so KYUTE, and didn't seem to hate me on sight like most cats do. She actually walked right up to me and sniffed my hand when I offered it. Anyway, we piled into a red van and her parents drove us up to Universal Studios in Orlando; we stayed at the Portofino. I've never stayed in a large, nice hotel like that, and I hope some day I can go back and explore it more because damn it is GORGEOUS. It really does look like an Italian town (yes I know it's supposed to be modelled after Portofino, Italy), though the first time I saw it the first thing I thought of was the Venice set used in "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade." The room we had was really, really nice; two beds and a large bathroom. Seriously, that is the largest bathroom I've ever seen in a hotel. Everything was decorated and lovely and very Mediterranean or Tuscan flavored, and we had a view of the garden which was more like tree branches but still. I would just sit and stare out side at the clover field (hah movie reference) below and the saw-toothed tree leaves that I couldn't identify for the life of me. Oh yeah, it rained that whole day. That wasn't so pleasant. We ordered in room service and watched the last two thirds or so of "Troy," which involved screaming "HECTOOOOOR" at the top of our lungs, me fangirling over Sean Bean as Odysseus (I was so happy with that casting you have no idea), us talking about Hector's goodbye scene with his wife and son and how sad it was, and me trying to eat my chocolate gelato before it melted and stealing fruit, cheese and crackers from Brooke's plate. I think if I ever went to Italy, it'd be for two reasons: seeing Vatican City and eating my weight in chocolate gelato. I love that stuff and could probably never get sick of it.
This took longer than I thought it would, and it's later than I thought it was, so I'm going to go to bed soon and continuing this later.
Finished books this summer:
Catching Fire- Suzanne Collins (I love the worldbuilding, the characters, the plot, and I know the speaker's voice is part of Katniss's characterization, but sweetie would it KILL YOU TO USE COMMAS, CONJUNCTIONS AND SEMICOLONS ONCE IN A WHILE TO COMBINE PHRASES/SENTENCES KTHANX.)
The Last Unicorn- Peter S. Beagle (I get this weird feeling Elizabeth Bear was seriously influenced by either this book or Beagle's style.)
At the moment:
The Lost Symbol- Dan Brown (I WILL finish this fucker. I wish Dan Brown hadn't waited HALF THE BOOK to get interesting with the mysticism, symbolism and identity of the antagonist who is a creeper, by the way).
Within the forseeable future:
The Awakening
The Reckoning
The Girl Who Played With Fire
The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (maybe)
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (maybe)
Also, I'm getting some wonderful ideas for the villainess character Marla Adams. I will have to sketch them.
Can I just be an editor for a publisher or something?