Jul 10, 2005 01:03
Brandon was singing BYOB aloud during lunchtime today.
Brandon loves System of a Down.
Brittany loves System of a Down.
Brittany joins Brandon in the kitchen for a rousing sing-along.
Brittany gets caught up in the moment, unintentionally slamming the cooler door on her boss (Pam) who, at the time, is carrying out an armload of steak portions.
Pam is no longer standing.
Brittany is no longer singing.
Brandon believes it's an ideal time to now exit the kitchen.
Fuck.
Lunch sucked ass today. If the flow of business was any indication, the population of Thomasville has surely increased twofold over the past three days. If the moods of our customers are any indication, I'm sure as hell glad I'm not working the next three days.
The traffic was even more horrid due to the massive influx of Floridians trying to escape the hurricane. According to (the slightly disgruntled) Pam, all the hotels from here up to Macon are booked solid and shall remain so until the storm passes.
It’ll be a miracle if I finish this entry before the electricity blows. I can feel the thunder reverberate through the floor as I type, and the thunder has John huddled up under my swivel chair. I do believe Dennis feels close.
Mom and I leave for Athens in roughly nine hours. Yeah…
I so do not want to ride in a car with my mom for five hours during a hurricane. The eye of the storm is over Alabama and Mississippi, but the outer bands are going to blanket the entirety of Georgia in rain. What god-awful timing.
The orientation begins sometime Monday morning and will run into Tuesday. Most of the orientation will entail a great deal of walking. Outdoors. Which, you know, is fine by me as long as the campus remains above sealevel.
I do not--in any shape or form--see this happening at all, guys.
The University of Georgia, however, believes otherwise. Everything remains as scheduled. I mean, is the university system really that braindead? Policy is policy I suppose.