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greetings from southern california.
i currently mock my other, more responsibility-laden friends, as the extent of "work" i have to do these days is make sure both sides of my body are getting evenly tanned. it's glorious. i felt a little bit bad for a second when my friend christa was telling me about her schoolwork/9 jobs, but then was like, wait a minute, i paid my dues.
i foolishly got bored a week into my vacation, so i volunteered to do some work for james productions, the parent company to my camp, camp james. JP plans and executes corporate parties and picnics, so they're always looking for people to come and help them set up, work events, and then take them down. they pay $10 an hour, which is like $9.50 more than camp pays (jk i'm exaggerating), so i figured why the hell not?
i figured out why the hell not when i got to my first day of work, a capital one picnic in the parking lot of a claim jumper, where we spent 8 hours in 95 degree weather and no shade hauling 100-pound tables back and forth as the coordinators tried to decide where to put it. not to mention, the head coordinator was so crazy. i mean, i can understand being stressed about an event that you've planned - i've been there, but when you're working for a company where your main source of muscle is from people who probably have never worked an event before, you gotta have some give.
she put me and another girl in charge of the balloons. i had never used a helium tank before. she took approx. one minute to be like "OK PUT ONE BALLOON HERE, ANOTHER HERE. FILL ONE UP, ANOTHER, TWIST THEM TOGETHER LIKE THIS, PUT THEM BETWEEN YOUR LEGS, OK I'LL BE BACK LATER BYE."
apparently there is an art to balloon blowing up/tying that escaped me because she got pissed when i accidentally popped balloons, made them too small, tied them together wrong, or put the wrong colors together. not to mention the fact that after you tie two balloons together, then you have to set them aside to be tied into a bigger bunch of balloons. except, she didn't trust us to do that, so she would rush by and be like "DON'T YOU DARE PUT THEM IN BUNCHES, I WILL DO THAT, JUST PUT THEM BETWEEN YOUR LEGS." while we are standing there with 15 balloons stuck from our crotch down to the ground, wondering how long exactly she thinks our legs are.
it was fucking weird. i got sunburned and peaced out half hour early because i thought i would assault someone if i had to drag one more leaking bag of trash with tomatoes trailing out of it to the dumpster, but my job ended up being manning the inflatable joust machine, so that was cool. i got to watch bankers beat each other up.
ANYWAY, the point of the story is, at the end of that day i was like, FUCK WORK, I'M GOING TO RELAX. so i get up and walk around the neighborhood with my dad, then tan/take a dip in the pool, then read vogue or go to tjmaxx, then have dinner, then read livejournal until bed. and that's my life. until next week, when i start camp and i commence the daily grind (albeit a more enjoyable one than writing papers, etc.)
i leave you with some thoughts:
- always ask for what you want/need. after two hellish JP days, i got my check, and they ended up paying me my camp wage which is $7.25. i was like, hell no, i did not carry a 75-pound popcorn machine around for less than $8 an hour. i was going to let it go, but then i was like, "wait a minute - that's $50. that's an entire tank of gas! that's an entire night of drinks/dinner!" so i emailed the lady and she was very apologetic, and i realized that most of the time people just make mistakes and aren't out to gyp you out of your money.
- i do not recommend using waterproof mascara, specifically great lash waterproof. the shit DOES NOT COME OFF. i even used makeup remover, and not only did only half of it come off, but it took out like 15 eyelashes as well.
- bob saget is hilarious. somehow, i ended up going to his standup show in irvine, and all in all, it was a raunchy good time.
- you won't get made fun of at comedy shows unless you really want to. we got there early, so we were in the front row, and i was scared because i'm a baby and didn't want anyone to make fun of me. but they always make fun of the loud/drunk/high people, or people that yell out, "I LOVE YOU, DANNY TANNER!" so, sit in the front and just laugh at his jokes, and no one gets hurt.
GOOD TIMES! ok bye.
i currently mock my other, more responsibility-laden friends, as the extent of "work" i have to do these days is make sure both sides of my body are getting evenly tanned. it's glorious. i felt a little bit bad for a second when my friend christa was telling me about her schoolwork/9 jobs, but then was like, wait a minute, i paid my dues.
i foolishly got bored a week into my vacation, so i volunteered to do some work for james productions, the parent company to my camp, camp james. JP plans and executes corporate parties and picnics, so they're always looking for people to come and help them set up, work events, and then take them down. they pay $10 an hour, which is like $9.50 more than camp pays (jk i'm exaggerating), so i figured why the hell not?
i figured out why the hell not when i got to my first day of work, a capital one picnic in the parking lot of a claim jumper, where we spent 8 hours in 95 degree weather and no shade hauling 100-pound tables back and forth as the coordinators tried to decide where to put it. not to mention, the head coordinator was so crazy. i mean, i can understand being stressed about an event that you've planned - i've been there, but when you're working for a company where your main source of muscle is from people who probably have never worked an event before, you gotta have some give.
she put me and another girl in charge of the balloons. i had never used a helium tank before. she took approx. one minute to be like "OK PUT ONE BALLOON HERE, ANOTHER HERE. FILL ONE UP, ANOTHER, TWIST THEM TOGETHER LIKE THIS, PUT THEM BETWEEN YOUR LEGS, OK I'LL BE BACK LATER BYE."
apparently there is an art to balloon blowing up/tying that escaped me because she got pissed when i accidentally popped balloons, made them too small, tied them together wrong, or put the wrong colors together. not to mention the fact that after you tie two balloons together, then you have to set them aside to be tied into a bigger bunch of balloons. except, she didn't trust us to do that, so she would rush by and be like "DON'T YOU DARE PUT THEM IN BUNCHES, I WILL DO THAT, JUST PUT THEM BETWEEN YOUR LEGS." while we are standing there with 15 balloons stuck from our crotch down to the ground, wondering how long exactly she thinks our legs are.
it was fucking weird. i got sunburned and peaced out half hour early because i thought i would assault someone if i had to drag one more leaking bag of trash with tomatoes trailing out of it to the dumpster, but my job ended up being manning the inflatable joust machine, so that was cool. i got to watch bankers beat each other up.
ANYWAY, the point of the story is, at the end of that day i was like, FUCK WORK, I'M GOING TO RELAX. so i get up and walk around the neighborhood with my dad, then tan/take a dip in the pool, then read vogue or go to tjmaxx, then have dinner, then read livejournal until bed. and that's my life. until next week, when i start camp and i commence the daily grind (albeit a more enjoyable one than writing papers, etc.)
i leave you with some thoughts:
- always ask for what you want/need. after two hellish JP days, i got my check, and they ended up paying me my camp wage which is $7.25. i was like, hell no, i did not carry a 75-pound popcorn machine around for less than $8 an hour. i was going to let it go, but then i was like, "wait a minute - that's $50. that's an entire tank of gas! that's an entire night of drinks/dinner!" so i emailed the lady and she was very apologetic, and i realized that most of the time people just make mistakes and aren't out to gyp you out of your money.
- i do not recommend using waterproof mascara, specifically great lash waterproof. the shit DOES NOT COME OFF. i even used makeup remover, and not only did only half of it come off, but it took out like 15 eyelashes as well.
- bob saget is hilarious. somehow, i ended up going to his standup show in irvine, and all in all, it was a raunchy good time.
- you won't get made fun of at comedy shows unless you really want to. we got there early, so we were in the front row, and i was scared because i'm a baby and didn't want anyone to make fun of me. but they always make fun of the loud/drunk/high people, or people that yell out, "I LOVE YOU, DANNY TANNER!" so, sit in the front and just laugh at his jokes, and no one gets hurt.
GOOD TIMES! ok bye.