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I'm finally home for summer. My brain and myself are still getting accustomed to this idea, considering I had dreams about Cope rearrangements last night. Although orgo really won't be going away- I'll still have to spend some time studying and making mechanism notecards and things I really shouldn't be doing over the summer. Before I move on to that, I still have to finish unpacking. Though today, I shocked myself with my productivity- I did three loads of laundry and cleaned and exercised. And for me, that is a jam-packed day in comparison to wake up/ watch tv/ eat/ more tv/ eat/ more tv/ something lazy other than tv/ eat/ choke on my own drool/ computer/ more tv/ sleep.
My next task will be to remove myself from the ranks of the unemployed. Initially, I was going to apply to a few different bookstores, confident that even if they wanted me to work on the evening of July 20/21, I would laugh and say no way. Eventually it dawned on me that life would probably not give me such power, and I held off on filling out any applications. I've decided I will apply anyway, and if on the off chance an employer thinks, "What the hey? The only experience she has is a summer of glorified babysitting/nannying, so of course she'd be perfect to get this low-paying summer job!" I can deal with it then.
But a girl can only hope.
My next task will be to remove myself from the ranks of the unemployed. Initially, I was going to apply to a few different bookstores, confident that even if they wanted me to work on the evening of July 20/21, I would laugh and say no way. Eventually it dawned on me that life would probably not give me such power, and I held off on filling out any applications. I've decided I will apply anyway, and if on the off chance an employer thinks, "What the hey? The only experience she has is a summer of glorified babysitting/nannying, so of course she'd be perfect to get this low-paying summer job!" I can deal with it then.
But a girl can only hope.