shelly what have you been up to
The weather in Boston, for the summer thus far, has been a cycle of really hot, gross, humid days, then sudden raging thunderstorms and flash floods, then maybe one to three nice days before the cycles repeat. I don't know if this is a normal Boston thing (Greg says it is), but it's rough, man. It's either too hot or too cold, with the occasional "just perfect" days. Either way, I'm dying for some semblance of sanity with this weather, seriously.
Alex once knew this guy back in Florida named Mike Blakeley, that he brings up every so often when reminiscing about something or telling me an anecdote. Either way he was apparently one of his best friends back then, with whom he conspired to go to college in Boston with as a means of getting out of Florida, and who suddenly in the middle of high school? early high school? picked up and moved out to some random part of the Midwest, supposedly St. Louis. The story was kind of sad (especially cuz he keeps referring to him as "Mike who I can't contact anymore"), and since I'm a big Google stalker, I figured it wouldn't be too hard to track him down using various search means, right?
WRONG. This guy is the hardest bastard to find ever, especially cuz he apparently seems like the person who doesn't care too much for social networking, which I can respect, but damn that makes it hard for people to reconnect with you. And since I have puzzle-itis where an unsolvable but interesting and motivating problem becomes a mildly infectious brainworm, I'm frustrated by my inability to find his online presence. (I have not much more than a unique username to go on. Sigh.)
Ever since I came back from Florida, my mind hasn't been the same. It's like, before Florida, I was the only student working in my office since my other two summer coworkers were doing special month-long programs, so I had to be completely alert in order to handle all the office issues by myself. And I did pretty good, I was pretty awake and on top of things. But after Florida, and everyone coming back, man, I feel like my brain has melted. I can still kinda do things but I feel like I'm that much less on the ball or thinking slower, or something. I had a palpable reward to work towards (Florida), but now it's like aarrg, how many more days til people actually come back? 26? Arrrrg.
It also doesn't help that Alex's job is backbreakingly exhausting and the schedules are strict as fuck (they do not allow extra vacations unless you like, I don't know, die) and they work you straight til the day before classes begin. And worse yet, for the very last week of August, they are forcing everyone to work from 8am to 8pm, no vacations allowed AT ALL. Yeah they're apparently paying 1.5 times overtime or something, but they tax the living shit out of that, so it effectively cancels out unless it all comes back in a tax return (which it better).
I'm extremely afraid that once it's all over he'll suffer from major burnout or something. He's pretty resilient I suppose, and for some reason fairly even-tempered about everything even though he's been through a lot of shit and coming home exhausted sometimes, so I think he'll be okay? Right?
IT IS AMAZING how little some higher ups in specific schools know about the rest of the campus. Case:
Me: "I can give you a space in CAS?"
Representative of LAW: "What's that?"
Me: "The uh, College of Arts and Sciences?"
LAW: "Uhhhh...where's that?"
Me: "It's 685 to 725 Comm Ave? It's a really (seriously, REALLY) long building along Comm Ave, you can't miss it."
It's also almost literally right around the corner from the LAW building. This is also not mentioning the numerous times SMG did not fucking know anything about anything outside their gold-plated office walls.
I swear before the end of this summer I will try to go to the lazy river in FitRec, while it can still be counted on to be low in attendance.
Also, I am profoundly bored of this summer and cannot wait for it to end.
Alex once knew this guy back in Florida named Mike Blakeley, that he brings up every so often when reminiscing about something or telling me an anecdote. Either way he was apparently one of his best friends back then, with whom he conspired to go to college in Boston with as a means of getting out of Florida, and who suddenly in the middle of high school? early high school? picked up and moved out to some random part of the Midwest, supposedly St. Louis. The story was kind of sad (especially cuz he keeps referring to him as "Mike who I can't contact anymore"), and since I'm a big Google stalker, I figured it wouldn't be too hard to track him down using various search means, right?
WRONG. This guy is the hardest bastard to find ever, especially cuz he apparently seems like the person who doesn't care too much for social networking, which I can respect, but damn that makes it hard for people to reconnect with you. And since I have puzzle-itis where an unsolvable but interesting and motivating problem becomes a mildly infectious brainworm, I'm frustrated by my inability to find his online presence. (I have not much more than a unique username to go on. Sigh.)
Ever since I came back from Florida, my mind hasn't been the same. It's like, before Florida, I was the only student working in my office since my other two summer coworkers were doing special month-long programs, so I had to be completely alert in order to handle all the office issues by myself. And I did pretty good, I was pretty awake and on top of things. But after Florida, and everyone coming back, man, I feel like my brain has melted. I can still kinda do things but I feel like I'm that much less on the ball or thinking slower, or something. I had a palpable reward to work towards (Florida), but now it's like aarrg, how many more days til people actually come back? 26? Arrrrg.
It also doesn't help that Alex's job is backbreakingly exhausting and the schedules are strict as fuck (they do not allow extra vacations unless you like, I don't know, die) and they work you straight til the day before classes begin. And worse yet, for the very last week of August, they are forcing everyone to work from 8am to 8pm, no vacations allowed AT ALL. Yeah they're apparently paying 1.5 times overtime or something, but they tax the living shit out of that, so it effectively cancels out unless it all comes back in a tax return (which it better).
I'm extremely afraid that once it's all over he'll suffer from major burnout or something. He's pretty resilient I suppose, and for some reason fairly even-tempered about everything even though he's been through a lot of shit and coming home exhausted sometimes, so I think he'll be okay? Right?
IT IS AMAZING how little some higher ups in specific schools know about the rest of the campus. Case:
Me: "I can give you a space in CAS?"
Representative of LAW: "What's that?"
Me: "The uh, College of Arts and Sciences?"
LAW: "Uhhhh...where's that?"
Me: "It's 685 to 725 Comm Ave? It's a really (seriously, REALLY) long building along Comm Ave, you can't miss it."
It's also almost literally right around the corner from the LAW building. This is also not mentioning the numerous times SMG did not fucking know anything about anything outside their gold-plated office walls.
I swear before the end of this summer I will try to go to the lazy river in FitRec, while it can still be counted on to be low in attendance.
Also, I am profoundly bored of this summer and cannot wait for it to end.