Random Ramblings on the month of June
Every time I see something bad happen on the news-- an accident, a drowning, a shooting-- I think it's going to involve somebody I know. But it never has.
In fact, nothing bad has ever happened to me in my life. My Mom mentioned something about that this morning while we were at Aunt Carole's. Nothing bad has happened to her, either.
Aunt Carole's yard is perfectly landscaped and everything is in bloom. She has roses, bee baum, hollyhocks, pink blossoms everywhere, in a whole series of flower beds surrounded by perfect grass. It looks like paradise. And it looks like Paradise. Specifically, the gardens across the lane from the banks of the Paradise.
My parents and I went to Aunt Carole's for iced tea and conversation this morning. I got caught up on all the gossip about the other aunts, and the cousins, and of course the new baby. Carole is planning a "Welcome Baby" party at her house for (gasp!) 70 people.
Carole: I think I'm getting wine and beer for the party. Let me ask you-- what do people your age like to drink?
Me: Whatever they can get their hands on?
June has come and gone, and it has been a quiet month. I am glad-- definitely glad-- that I didn't get an internship this summer. The working 10-6:30 thing was fine for a while, but not an experience I wanted to repeat. I worked all day in the office 4 days a week, then I had Fridays off, and then I worked at the restaurant on the weekends with the arrogant and obnoxious manager who everyone hated. (Side note: he got fired shortly after I left because he left Krystalle all alone in the store for an hour. Good riddance.) Anyway, with my internship I was tired, cold, and sick all the time, it was a somewhat lonely experience because I didn't have any good friends at the office and I had the manager to contend with at work, and there was no time to myself. I rarely ever got to see my friends. I didn't like it.
This summer, on the other hand, I work at the restaurant 5 to 6 days a week. Usually I have Sundays and one other day off. On the one hand, working in a resturant is physically exhausting, repetative, boring work. After about 4 hours there I start to reach a breaking point, especially if it's busy. But after 4 hours I either get a half hour break because I'm going to work 4 more hours afterwards, or they switch me to a different task. I am getting to work bench more (i.e. make pizzas), which, of all the jobs I do, allows for a smidgen of creativity. And I usually only close dining room and wash dishes until 10:30 PM once a week.
And on the other hand, the reason I keep going back to the restaurant is that I like my coworkers. Nilda is still there and she still thinks I'm "number one." Right up there with Jesus: "You likey Jesus, honey? Jesus number one!" Sharyn and Bob do things like bring us ice cream and watermelon to eat in the back when it's slow. I get along well with all the high school kids who work the grill. There's even talk of a store-wide paintball game. (Although I wonder when that would be, since the store is open every day of the week.)
Plus I get to see a lot more of my friends this summer. Although it's a bit of a role reversal. This summer they're the ones who have the internships or classes and no time on their hands.
And! The whole point of not commiting to an internship was so that I have time to travel-- so far we've had two Cape trips to Cori's house that resulted in fun sleepovers, (and the song DAMN THAT'S AN UGLY BABY branded on my brain) a day at the beach with my wonderful boy, two solo trips to Boston and a lunch with Kristiana. And there is a trip to St. Louis in the works. And after that, the ultimate trip-- me leaving the country.
Last night we watched Kinsey. I liked the movie, but it didn't give me all the info I wanted. I guess I was less interested in the life of Kinsey the man and more interested in what happened to his work.
And the movie didn't really address the things that made Kinsey controversial. It presented his interview(s) of a pedophile as an isolated incident and didn't really go into depth about where he got his info. Ah well. There was a great quote about a horse.
I didn't work today, and I took advantage of the afternoon to drive to CVS in Medfield and buy some blank CDs. I got to cruise around in the late afternoon light and listen to my new Shakira CD. It's not the best Shakira album ever, but it's nice to be listening to Shakira music that's in Spanish and not already know all the words. A lot of the songs are very mellow. It blissed me out.
Now that I'm back home I'm looking at Shakira videos online, since I keep missing Pachanga Latina because of work. I have to say I'm not that impressed. I like the single, but the video reminds me of Jennifer Lopez and not in a good way. The reggaeton remix is mostly Shakira dancing around and smearing her body with motor oil. The regular version is a bit more clever, but not much. I miss the Shakira of social commentary on the Colombian government.
In fact, nothing bad has ever happened to me in my life. My Mom mentioned something about that this morning while we were at Aunt Carole's. Nothing bad has happened to her, either.
Aunt Carole's yard is perfectly landscaped and everything is in bloom. She has roses, bee baum, hollyhocks, pink blossoms everywhere, in a whole series of flower beds surrounded by perfect grass. It looks like paradise. And it looks like Paradise. Specifically, the gardens across the lane from the banks of the Paradise.
My parents and I went to Aunt Carole's for iced tea and conversation this morning. I got caught up on all the gossip about the other aunts, and the cousins, and of course the new baby. Carole is planning a "Welcome Baby" party at her house for (gasp!) 70 people.
Carole: I think I'm getting wine and beer for the party. Let me ask you-- what do people your age like to drink?
Me: Whatever they can get their hands on?
June has come and gone, and it has been a quiet month. I am glad-- definitely glad-- that I didn't get an internship this summer. The working 10-6:30 thing was fine for a while, but not an experience I wanted to repeat. I worked all day in the office 4 days a week, then I had Fridays off, and then I worked at the restaurant on the weekends with the arrogant and obnoxious manager who everyone hated. (Side note: he got fired shortly after I left because he left Krystalle all alone in the store for an hour. Good riddance.) Anyway, with my internship I was tired, cold, and sick all the time, it was a somewhat lonely experience because I didn't have any good friends at the office and I had the manager to contend with at work, and there was no time to myself. I rarely ever got to see my friends. I didn't like it.
This summer, on the other hand, I work at the restaurant 5 to 6 days a week. Usually I have Sundays and one other day off. On the one hand, working in a resturant is physically exhausting, repetative, boring work. After about 4 hours there I start to reach a breaking point, especially if it's busy. But after 4 hours I either get a half hour break because I'm going to work 4 more hours afterwards, or they switch me to a different task. I am getting to work bench more (i.e. make pizzas), which, of all the jobs I do, allows for a smidgen of creativity. And I usually only close dining room and wash dishes until 10:30 PM once a week.
And on the other hand, the reason I keep going back to the restaurant is that I like my coworkers. Nilda is still there and she still thinks I'm "number one." Right up there with Jesus: "You likey Jesus, honey? Jesus number one!" Sharyn and Bob do things like bring us ice cream and watermelon to eat in the back when it's slow. I get along well with all the high school kids who work the grill. There's even talk of a store-wide paintball game. (Although I wonder when that would be, since the store is open every day of the week.)
Plus I get to see a lot more of my friends this summer. Although it's a bit of a role reversal. This summer they're the ones who have the internships or classes and no time on their hands.
And! The whole point of not commiting to an internship was so that I have time to travel-- so far we've had two Cape trips to Cori's house that resulted in fun sleepovers, (and the song DAMN THAT'S AN UGLY BABY branded on my brain) a day at the beach with my wonderful boy, two solo trips to Boston and a lunch with Kristiana. And there is a trip to St. Louis in the works. And after that, the ultimate trip-- me leaving the country.
Last night we watched Kinsey. I liked the movie, but it didn't give me all the info I wanted. I guess I was less interested in the life of Kinsey the man and more interested in what happened to his work.
And the movie didn't really address the things that made Kinsey controversial. It presented his interview(s) of a pedophile as an isolated incident and didn't really go into depth about where he got his info. Ah well. There was a great quote about a horse.
I didn't work today, and I took advantage of the afternoon to drive to CVS in Medfield and buy some blank CDs. I got to cruise around in the late afternoon light and listen to my new Shakira CD. It's not the best Shakira album ever, but it's nice to be listening to Shakira music that's in Spanish and not already know all the words. A lot of the songs are very mellow. It blissed me out.
Now that I'm back home I'm looking at Shakira videos online, since I keep missing Pachanga Latina because of work. I have to say I'm not that impressed. I like the single, but the video reminds me of Jennifer Lopez and not in a good way. The reggaeton remix is mostly Shakira dancing around and smearing her body with motor oil. The regular version is a bit more clever, but not much. I miss the Shakira of social commentary on the Colombian government.