A big jiggly tub of problem.
So I just completed my AMC training. Provided I didn't somehow fail the test that my manager gave me all the answers to, my first actual shift is Tuesday, as an usher. It's probably not good that after over ten hours of mind-numbingly stupid training videos and slides I still don't have a clear idea of what I'll be doing most of the time, but I guess I'll pick that up quickly. I mean, it doesn't exactly sound like rocket science.
It should be a decent job. Free movies, I'll get to see Iron Man 2 before anybody else, and plus, they have this cool online system for determining your schedule. You can just say when you're available, and they'll work a schedule around that. That's helpful because while I'm available pretty much any time I'm not in class, I do have shit coming up (my graduation, Heather's wedding) that will make me unavailable, and it's nice not to have to leave that to some random manager's memory.
Classes are good. I wrote a poem for my workshop last class, and one guy said, "You've written the poem I've been trying to write for the past year! This is exactly what I'm always thinking!" to which I responded, "Dude, you should see a shrink." I have two big papers looming. The Shakespeare one is fifteen pages long, but Dewitt freaking loves me for some reason, and I have a good thesis in mind, so I'm sure I'll get a good grade. My Modern Poetry one is only ten pages long, but I have no idea what I'm going to write about yet, and Dr. K is a pretty goddamn hard grader, as I'm sure I've mentioned on here before. So that's stressing me out.
Some incidents lately have reminded me how very, very bad I am with the opposite sex. My ability to say the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong person is truly astounding. Maybe if I was handsome or British or something, the ladies would find it charming, but for now, I'm just stuck being awkward. Or a "creep," as Gillian has termed me.
On the subject of being nerdy around females, Jess caught me in the library looking at Dungeons and Dragons stuff. As in, actually caught me. I heard her walking up behind me and I minimized the window in shame, and she said, "Ha, I caught you." So I was embarassed, but then she launched into a story about how all of her friends (except for her) used to play in high school. And once they fought a monster called a survelasx, or something like that, which was of course her, but with tentacles and laser eyes (her last name is Survelas). In desperation, one of the players tried to bite through her tentacles, and was (and I quote:) "poisoned by her flesh."
So, yeah. Jess is cool.
It should be a decent job. Free movies, I'll get to see Iron Man 2 before anybody else, and plus, they have this cool online system for determining your schedule. You can just say when you're available, and they'll work a schedule around that. That's helpful because while I'm available pretty much any time I'm not in class, I do have shit coming up (my graduation, Heather's wedding) that will make me unavailable, and it's nice not to have to leave that to some random manager's memory.
Classes are good. I wrote a poem for my workshop last class, and one guy said, "You've written the poem I've been trying to write for the past year! This is exactly what I'm always thinking!" to which I responded, "Dude, you should see a shrink." I have two big papers looming. The Shakespeare one is fifteen pages long, but Dewitt freaking loves me for some reason, and I have a good thesis in mind, so I'm sure I'll get a good grade. My Modern Poetry one is only ten pages long, but I have no idea what I'm going to write about yet, and Dr. K is a pretty goddamn hard grader, as I'm sure I've mentioned on here before. So that's stressing me out.
Some incidents lately have reminded me how very, very bad I am with the opposite sex. My ability to say the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong person is truly astounding. Maybe if I was handsome or British or something, the ladies would find it charming, but for now, I'm just stuck being awkward. Or a "creep," as Gillian has termed me.
On the subject of being nerdy around females, Jess caught me in the library looking at Dungeons and Dragons stuff. As in, actually caught me. I heard her walking up behind me and I minimized the window in shame, and she said, "Ha, I caught you." So I was embarassed, but then she launched into a story about how all of her friends (except for her) used to play in high school. And once they fought a monster called a survelasx, or something like that, which was of course her, but with tentacles and laser eyes (her last name is Survelas). In desperation, one of the players tried to bite through her tentacles, and was (and I quote:) "poisoned by her flesh."
So, yeah. Jess is cool.