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so i wrote about my last month of europe, but i didn't write about my time back in the US.
the day after i got home, still jetlagged as shit, i went to a job fair in the city. i saw taps there!! she had changed her hair color, and was all dressed up, so apparently i walked right past her at first. whoops. :). my interview went well... but it was at a place for people with disabilities. i've been doing that forever... and i kinda want to break away from it. i've been getting bored with the field, and i want to do something a little more challenging... to feel like i went to college for a reason. i also dont want to only work with the disabled my whole life, so i want to try to broaden my horizons. i'd love to work in a psych lab, working with depression.
unfortunately, there are so few opportunities out there. i'm looking at job boards, im emailing random people... nothing. there was one job i was excited about, and i just found out yesterday that i didnt get an interview. so that really sucks... i wish there was more options out there. (and some friends have been less than supportive... one yelled at me, another told me that if i was looking for sympathy, "look somewhere else.")
sorry, it's just been on my mind. i know things will work out eventually, and im meeting with the career center on monday, but i havent seen any other opportunities, and i was really excited about this.
BUT ANYWAY... the first week or so i was home, i went into the city just about everyday. i got to see dave, and scott, and doug, and taps. i think dave was upset because i didnt really hang out with him a lot those first few days, but i was jetlagged and exhausted the whole time.
as you guys know, i dont smoke or anything. and those guys had been trying to get me to do brownies for awhile, so i finally caved this break. unfortunately, i was also getting sick at the time. but i did them anyway.
so i get to harlem, and dave is already high as shit. he's trying to hide it, but failing miserably. and he had just had some of the batter! so eventually dave, scott and i start to eat these brownies. i just get really really cold, teeth chattering, grabbing blankets, the whole nine yards. dave starts staring at stuff, and thinks there was something else in the brownies. "look at the ferrets, they're freaking out! they've never done anything like this before!" "does my skin look tight to you? it feels like it's getting tighter." etc.
it got worse though. it turned into a full-on freak out. he kept yelling that his throat was closing up, and he couldnt breathe. he kept saying that he needed water, and couldn't move. then i'd be like "there's water right there dude." and he'd reach for it. he kept telling us to call an ambulance, and tried to call 911 from goldberger's phone. he kept saying stuff like "i can't believe htey cant hear this. why can't you hear this?" but he was speaking out loud. heh.
i remember being scared, but apparently i was just sitting with him, laughing the whole time. tapa told me that's what was needed though... to just have someone calm the situation down. eventually i started talking to doug (who was sober) with dave lying on the floor. if we ignored dave for too long, he'd start talking about how he was dying, or yell shit like "I'M SEIZING!!!" to try to get our attention. eventually he passed out and was fine in the morning.
i didnt really enjoy it though. i didnt like being cold, and it felt like every time i turned my head, my brain would move a second later, and i could feel it. and it sucked. and i was really sick for the next three days. (not because of that though.)
i also went to two ranger games when i was home. the first with my dad... rangers/isles. they lost though. :(. it was a ton of fun though. the next one, with dave and taps. we went down 5-0. then came back to 5-4!! it was so exciting. but then we lost again.
so then i came back up to rochester. everyone was saying how it was the warmest winter ever, with no snow and 60 degree temps. THEN i come back, and it hasnt been above freezing since, snowing just about everyday. oh rochester.
my house kinda sucks. im the only one in it, so it's lonely and cold. it was pretty dirty, too, so ive had to clean a lot. and the landlord is nice but doesn't always respond promptly. dave's been here a lot though, it's walking distance to campus, to some friend's houses, and to wendy's and stuff. and i got NHL center ice, so ive been watching a lot of rangers and hockey in general.
classes are only okay. my ASL class is boring but easy, my psych class is interesting, the holocaust is a review, and international human rights sucks. i dont like the professor, we argue semantics for 3 hours, and she wants discussions but no disagreement. so it's super frustrating. i just dont care... i dont want to do work anymore. i graduated, i lived abroad... now im back in school??
ive felt like i'm regressing for other reasons, too. but im not going into that here... talk to me personally if you're interested or dont know yet.
what else... two weeks ago, the ferrets destroyed my bean bag chair, and got little tiny styrofoam beads ALL OVER EVERYTHING. in my bed, my clothes, my floor, everything. they stick to my walls. they're still all over. ugh.
i need money to go back to europe. i need a job to make that happen.
thats all for right now. i've been alright. bored though, a little lonely. it's good having dave here... we've been getting along really well since i got back. and hanging out with ryan and kyle and peter has been fun too. and ive been seeing shannon a lot more. trivia nights on mondays, what what!
-greg
the day after i got home, still jetlagged as shit, i went to a job fair in the city. i saw taps there!! she had changed her hair color, and was all dressed up, so apparently i walked right past her at first. whoops. :). my interview went well... but it was at a place for people with disabilities. i've been doing that forever... and i kinda want to break away from it. i've been getting bored with the field, and i want to do something a little more challenging... to feel like i went to college for a reason. i also dont want to only work with the disabled my whole life, so i want to try to broaden my horizons. i'd love to work in a psych lab, working with depression.
unfortunately, there are so few opportunities out there. i'm looking at job boards, im emailing random people... nothing. there was one job i was excited about, and i just found out yesterday that i didnt get an interview. so that really sucks... i wish there was more options out there. (and some friends have been less than supportive... one yelled at me, another told me that if i was looking for sympathy, "look somewhere else.")
sorry, it's just been on my mind. i know things will work out eventually, and im meeting with the career center on monday, but i havent seen any other opportunities, and i was really excited about this.
BUT ANYWAY... the first week or so i was home, i went into the city just about everyday. i got to see dave, and scott, and doug, and taps. i think dave was upset because i didnt really hang out with him a lot those first few days, but i was jetlagged and exhausted the whole time.
as you guys know, i dont smoke or anything. and those guys had been trying to get me to do brownies for awhile, so i finally caved this break. unfortunately, i was also getting sick at the time. but i did them anyway.
so i get to harlem, and dave is already high as shit. he's trying to hide it, but failing miserably. and he had just had some of the batter! so eventually dave, scott and i start to eat these brownies. i just get really really cold, teeth chattering, grabbing blankets, the whole nine yards. dave starts staring at stuff, and thinks there was something else in the brownies. "look at the ferrets, they're freaking out! they've never done anything like this before!" "does my skin look tight to you? it feels like it's getting tighter." etc.
it got worse though. it turned into a full-on freak out. he kept yelling that his throat was closing up, and he couldnt breathe. he kept saying that he needed water, and couldn't move. then i'd be like "there's water right there dude." and he'd reach for it. he kept telling us to call an ambulance, and tried to call 911 from goldberger's phone. he kept saying stuff like "i can't believe htey cant hear this. why can't you hear this?" but he was speaking out loud. heh.
i remember being scared, but apparently i was just sitting with him, laughing the whole time. tapa told me that's what was needed though... to just have someone calm the situation down. eventually i started talking to doug (who was sober) with dave lying on the floor. if we ignored dave for too long, he'd start talking about how he was dying, or yell shit like "I'M SEIZING!!!" to try to get our attention. eventually he passed out and was fine in the morning.
i didnt really enjoy it though. i didnt like being cold, and it felt like every time i turned my head, my brain would move a second later, and i could feel it. and it sucked. and i was really sick for the next three days. (not because of that though.)
i also went to two ranger games when i was home. the first with my dad... rangers/isles. they lost though. :(. it was a ton of fun though. the next one, with dave and taps. we went down 5-0. then came back to 5-4!! it was so exciting. but then we lost again.
so then i came back up to rochester. everyone was saying how it was the warmest winter ever, with no snow and 60 degree temps. THEN i come back, and it hasnt been above freezing since, snowing just about everyday. oh rochester.
my house kinda sucks. im the only one in it, so it's lonely and cold. it was pretty dirty, too, so ive had to clean a lot. and the landlord is nice but doesn't always respond promptly. dave's been here a lot though, it's walking distance to campus, to some friend's houses, and to wendy's and stuff. and i got NHL center ice, so ive been watching a lot of rangers and hockey in general.
classes are only okay. my ASL class is boring but easy, my psych class is interesting, the holocaust is a review, and international human rights sucks. i dont like the professor, we argue semantics for 3 hours, and she wants discussions but no disagreement. so it's super frustrating. i just dont care... i dont want to do work anymore. i graduated, i lived abroad... now im back in school??
ive felt like i'm regressing for other reasons, too. but im not going into that here... talk to me personally if you're interested or dont know yet.
what else... two weeks ago, the ferrets destroyed my bean bag chair, and got little tiny styrofoam beads ALL OVER EVERYTHING. in my bed, my clothes, my floor, everything. they stick to my walls. they're still all over. ugh.
i need money to go back to europe. i need a job to make that happen.
thats all for right now. i've been alright. bored though, a little lonely. it's good having dave here... we've been getting along really well since i got back. and hanging out with ryan and kyle and peter has been fun too. and ive been seeing shannon a lot more. trivia nights on mondays, what what!
-greg