observations of a psych major on human ice cream behavior...
Part of why I haven't written much in here lately is because not a whole lot is going on with me right now. I feel like I've been waiting for several things to happen for a really long time... things like my new roommate moving in, school starting... It's weird to have so much dead time. If I had money, I would be thinking of all kinds of interesting ways to occupy my time, or accepting people's offers to buy me tickets to Burning Man... but now that I live in the real world...I don't have money.
I'm stressed out about it right now because I just had to pay to get my car fixed, pay car insurance, pay my tuition, and buy my books, all in the same month. Also, I am apparently going to have to put down a deposit to reserve a rental beach house for my friends Sean and Lauren's wedding on Bald Head Island in May. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited about the wedding and staying with my friends in a beach house... but I keep having to break open my piggy bank, and there wasn't that much in there in the first place. Anyway, I shouldn't be complaining because doing AmeriCorps, being a social worker, getting my Masters', these are things I chose, knowing full well that the money was not going to be there. I just wonder sometimes if it's really bad to be 23 and have a credit limit of $1,000, while some of my friends are buying houses and starting IRAs.
But anyway, that's nothing you haven't heard before. Let's see, let me think of something interesting to redeem this entry... Lately I have become very concerned that my livejournal is really fucking boring. So instead of writing inane shit, I usually just don't write anything. Let me think of something interesting that has gone on with me recently... I met a girl from my grad program... it was really random, Jenii and I went to this ACC/Big 12/SEC alumni thing at a bar downtown, and we just decided to sit down at a table with some other chicks because I was trying to eat my free tacos and drink my $2 Bud Light and you can't do that while standing and holding them both... And this chick has DU written on her name tag (we all had name tags, you see)... and we discover that she, too, is starting in September at the School of Social Work. What are the odds? There are only like 200 people in our class... So now I have a new friend!
Another interesting thing is that I have learned a lot about human behavior by scooping ice cream. Apparently, people think it is ok to take dogs into food establishments if they are ice cream stores... Now that I have been promoted to "manager" aka person who has to bitch at dog owners and tell them the health code says no dogs in the ice cream store... this really pisses me off. Also, since I work across the street from my house, several of my neighbors who never used to speak to me when they just recognized me as their neighbor, now talk to me all the time when they see me on the street because they "know me" from Liks.
Another really funny thing is that one of the head executives of MCPN, the health clinic network I worked for during AmeriCorps, comes in to get ice cream a lot. The first time I saw him there was literally the day after he helped our AmeriCorps team with a health fair we put on. Despite having seen me the day before, he definitely did not recognize me at all, although we had a lengthy conversation about his quart of creamy praline. He always comes in alone and wants a quart of creamy praline. Now, at this point I have probably packed this guy about 6 quarts of creamy praline, or maple walnut if there's no creamy praline... And now he recognizes me as the girl that works at Liks and gets his ice cream.
I think that there could be an interesting psychological study about recognizing people in different contexts. I also think there could be a study about whether or not people even pay attention enough to recognize people who serve them at stores and restaurants and things like that. It could have something to do with social class or age or something, or it could just be a personal trait...
One other thing that makes me laugh is that sometimes when it is just me serving people behind the counter at the store, people ask me, "Is the floor back there raised, or are you really just that tall?" That has seriously happened to me more times than you would think. Yes, people, I am freakishly tall. Yes, I play basketball.
Well, there you have it... the observations of a psych major on human ice cream behavior. That's what I should call my life lately... Anyway, I hope that wasn't too boring, because that's about all I got.
I'm stressed out about it right now because I just had to pay to get my car fixed, pay car insurance, pay my tuition, and buy my books, all in the same month. Also, I am apparently going to have to put down a deposit to reserve a rental beach house for my friends Sean and Lauren's wedding on Bald Head Island in May. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited about the wedding and staying with my friends in a beach house... but I keep having to break open my piggy bank, and there wasn't that much in there in the first place. Anyway, I shouldn't be complaining because doing AmeriCorps, being a social worker, getting my Masters', these are things I chose, knowing full well that the money was not going to be there. I just wonder sometimes if it's really bad to be 23 and have a credit limit of $1,000, while some of my friends are buying houses and starting IRAs.
But anyway, that's nothing you haven't heard before. Let's see, let me think of something interesting to redeem this entry... Lately I have become very concerned that my livejournal is really fucking boring. So instead of writing inane shit, I usually just don't write anything. Let me think of something interesting that has gone on with me recently... I met a girl from my grad program... it was really random, Jenii and I went to this ACC/Big 12/SEC alumni thing at a bar downtown, and we just decided to sit down at a table with some other chicks because I was trying to eat my free tacos and drink my $2 Bud Light and you can't do that while standing and holding them both... And this chick has DU written on her name tag (we all had name tags, you see)... and we discover that she, too, is starting in September at the School of Social Work. What are the odds? There are only like 200 people in our class... So now I have a new friend!
Another interesting thing is that I have learned a lot about human behavior by scooping ice cream. Apparently, people think it is ok to take dogs into food establishments if they are ice cream stores... Now that I have been promoted to "manager" aka person who has to bitch at dog owners and tell them the health code says no dogs in the ice cream store... this really pisses me off. Also, since I work across the street from my house, several of my neighbors who never used to speak to me when they just recognized me as their neighbor, now talk to me all the time when they see me on the street because they "know me" from Liks.
Another really funny thing is that one of the head executives of MCPN, the health clinic network I worked for during AmeriCorps, comes in to get ice cream a lot. The first time I saw him there was literally the day after he helped our AmeriCorps team with a health fair we put on. Despite having seen me the day before, he definitely did not recognize me at all, although we had a lengthy conversation about his quart of creamy praline. He always comes in alone and wants a quart of creamy praline. Now, at this point I have probably packed this guy about 6 quarts of creamy praline, or maple walnut if there's no creamy praline... And now he recognizes me as the girl that works at Liks and gets his ice cream.
I think that there could be an interesting psychological study about recognizing people in different contexts. I also think there could be a study about whether or not people even pay attention enough to recognize people who serve them at stores and restaurants and things like that. It could have something to do with social class or age or something, or it could just be a personal trait...
One other thing that makes me laugh is that sometimes when it is just me serving people behind the counter at the store, people ask me, "Is the floor back there raised, or are you really just that tall?" That has seriously happened to me more times than you would think. Yes, people, I am freakishly tall. Yes, I play basketball.
Well, there you have it... the observations of a psych major on human ice cream behavior. That's what I should call my life lately... Anyway, I hope that wasn't too boring, because that's about all I got.