I'm not entirely sure that everyone who reads this knows what I've been doing for money so far this summer, since I've been sort of bad at communicating, I admit. From the beginning of May until I leave (on the 30th), I've been one of the chat moderators at a teen/kids website. My username on the site is Phoenix.*
Yes, that's right. I get paid to spend the day on instant messenger. Of course, this is the kind of job that is inevitably going to result in ridiculousness and hilarity, even more than usual. For example, as I am spending the day on the internet for money,
teenagers often grill me about my love life.
HOTGUY99999**: Phoenix.
PHOENIX: Yes?
HOTGUY99999: Do you have a boyfriend?
PHOENIX: Yes.
HOTGUY99999: How old is he?
PHOENIX: 25.
HOTGUY99999: Well, I'm younger.
PHOENIX: So I gathered, just how old are you?
HOTGUY99999: Fourteen.
PHOENIX: ...
HOTGUY99999: And a half.
PHOENIX: And how's that working out for you? Er, never mind, you know, I'm really happy with him. Thanks.
HOTGUY99999: But I have abs!
PHOENIX: So does he. :D
HOTGUY99999: An 8-pack?
PHOENIX: Yes.
HOTGUY99999: Well I'm rich!
PHOENIX: Are you now? You understand of course that since this is the internet and you are a teenager I am in no way obliged to believe that.
HOTGUY99999: You know, Phoenix, when he dumps you, you should e-mail me.
All in a day's work, she said ruefully. How is everyone tonight?
*As a result of this, all the kids think I am either a) male or b) from Arizona. Sometimes both.
**Name, of course, changed to protect the not-so-innocent. Grammar and spelling likewise.