You Better Free Your Mind Instead...
OMG. So much happening!
So, here's the skinny:
-I just finished reading Life of Pi not even 3 hours ago. It's a very good book and a quick read. Rather entrancing, actually. I accidentally missed out on sleep last night finishing it.
-I saw Fiddler on the Roof on Sunday, compliments of my mother, the stage manager. I felt connected to not only my Jewish-ness, but my inner theater brat. I might be my mother's assistant in the fall. And I got the card of the sound crew because I asked if I would need a degree to do that line of work. That's right, I may have an apprenticeship brewing there. Plus, there was a cute boy in the play. (By 'boy' I mean Matt was 23 and ridiculously cute and lively. And a total nerd, apparently. And a hornball. So adorable, though!)
-I've decided, that without fail, I am going to be leaving Quick Chek as soon as I can secure myself a better job. It's not just the night shift that is killing me, it's the entire environment. Even Subway in Neptune wasn't this dismal and sad. I've also never had a foreign coworker bash not only Israel but the US right to my face. Let alone fear informing him that I'm of Jewish decent. (He's Egyptian.) I can have someone less...wacky teach me Arabic.
-Upon making breakfast, my mother came to the conclusion that I should be an accountant. Meanwhile, I'm still considering ways to get into massage school. Not that these two pursuits are mutually exclusive, but I was amused and slightly shocked when she came to me with this revelation.
-There are several new wireless networks in my neighborhood. The one for my apartment is called "Avalon" because we're dorky pagans. The other ones are "ur beat" and various names of the respective tennents that use them. The new ones, however are "TRY JESUS" which is hysterical when it comes up listed under our's. Another one of my favorites is "sexy". How creative my neighbors can be!
About Pi, I've realized it's more than just a "very good book". It lives up to it's reviews rather well. I'm definitely satisfied in having read it, and will probably read it again. I had to actually put the book down to keep from opening it back up to the front and starting all over again. Definitely not like when I read The God of Small Things, where I just wanted to curl up into a ball and have someone hold me and cry. I get very involved in my reading. This was definitely a book I needed to read and one I hope to keep on my shelf as long as I have a bookshelf of my own.
I've also noticed something rather interesting about my recent "social activity". Last night Monday night, Emily Chapman came into the store and asked me how I've been. I responded by not telling her that I've left school or I had gone through 3 other jobs in the previous 4 months and was currently working on leaving job number 15 (total, that is). I simply said, "Well, I've been reduced to this." At the time, I was indicating the store, but my mind completed the statement with a further investigation with the facts.
I've been reduced to this: This ridiculous, soulless, sparatic lifestyle that involves leaving the house to go to work. I've been too tired to do anything else. What people don't realize about people that work night hours is that no matter how hard you try, your body will try to reprogram itself so it doesn't pass out while the sun is out. "The cure for insomnia is the sun." That and a cup of coffee shorty followed by massive amounts of speed. Continuously. And then, expect a crash. There's no way to regulate it, really. Most people just get used to it. It's less difficult when it's a gloomy day. But here we are, the middle of April, and even though the past few days have been cold, it's hard to get a day when the sun is shy. I guess it's extra difficult for me because I've always depended on the natural rhythms of nature. Even in school when I was up all night and I would pass out at school, I was easily roused and I viewed the sunrise with a playful welcome. As if the sunlight washed away any fatigue.
That is what I mean by that sentence. Not just my job, but my very state of being. And surely, if I were a different person with different life views and goals, I'd just accept it and move on. Or rather, accept it and stagnate. Because that's what this is, it's a form of stagnation. And as unfortunate as it is, some people spend their whole lives there. My boss is a prime example of that. Constantly frantic, anxious and unorganized. Not because things are truly unorganizable, but because she has no real source of hope. She tried to make me into a shift leader yesterday and I nearly cried at the thought of being imprisoned there. I can't wait to hand in my two weeks notice for her, whenever that may be. I anticipate the panic that will arise. I honestly hope my escape doesn't induce a cardiac arrest for the woman.
That all being said--my mind is overwrought. My body is tired. I'm going to try and rest a little before a dreadful meeting at 5 and going in at 11. Have a good day!
-Maggie.
So, here's the skinny:
-I just finished reading Life of Pi not even 3 hours ago. It's a very good book and a quick read. Rather entrancing, actually. I accidentally missed out on sleep last night finishing it.
-I saw Fiddler on the Roof on Sunday, compliments of my mother, the stage manager. I felt connected to not only my Jewish-ness, but my inner theater brat. I might be my mother's assistant in the fall. And I got the card of the sound crew because I asked if I would need a degree to do that line of work. That's right, I may have an apprenticeship brewing there. Plus, there was a cute boy in the play. (By 'boy' I mean Matt was 23 and ridiculously cute and lively. And a total nerd, apparently. And a hornball. So adorable, though!)
-I've decided, that without fail, I am going to be leaving Quick Chek as soon as I can secure myself a better job. It's not just the night shift that is killing me, it's the entire environment. Even Subway in Neptune wasn't this dismal and sad. I've also never had a foreign coworker bash not only Israel but the US right to my face. Let alone fear informing him that I'm of Jewish decent. (He's Egyptian.) I can have someone less...wacky teach me Arabic.
-Upon making breakfast, my mother came to the conclusion that I should be an accountant. Meanwhile, I'm still considering ways to get into massage school. Not that these two pursuits are mutually exclusive, but I was amused and slightly shocked when she came to me with this revelation.
-There are several new wireless networks in my neighborhood. The one for my apartment is called "Avalon" because we're dorky pagans. The other ones are "ur beat" and various names of the respective tennents that use them. The new ones, however are "TRY JESUS" which is hysterical when it comes up listed under our's. Another one of my favorites is "sexy". How creative my neighbors can be!
About Pi, I've realized it's more than just a "very good book". It lives up to it's reviews rather well. I'm definitely satisfied in having read it, and will probably read it again. I had to actually put the book down to keep from opening it back up to the front and starting all over again. Definitely not like when I read The God of Small Things, where I just wanted to curl up into a ball and have someone hold me and cry. I get very involved in my reading. This was definitely a book I needed to read and one I hope to keep on my shelf as long as I have a bookshelf of my own.
I've also noticed something rather interesting about my recent "social activity". Last night Monday night, Emily Chapman came into the store and asked me how I've been. I responded by not telling her that I've left school or I had gone through 3 other jobs in the previous 4 months and was currently working on leaving job number 15 (total, that is). I simply said, "Well, I've been reduced to this." At the time, I was indicating the store, but my mind completed the statement with a further investigation with the facts.
I've been reduced to this: This ridiculous, soulless, sparatic lifestyle that involves leaving the house to go to work. I've been too tired to do anything else. What people don't realize about people that work night hours is that no matter how hard you try, your body will try to reprogram itself so it doesn't pass out while the sun is out. "The cure for insomnia is the sun." That and a cup of coffee shorty followed by massive amounts of speed. Continuously. And then, expect a crash. There's no way to regulate it, really. Most people just get used to it. It's less difficult when it's a gloomy day. But here we are, the middle of April, and even though the past few days have been cold, it's hard to get a day when the sun is shy. I guess it's extra difficult for me because I've always depended on the natural rhythms of nature. Even in school when I was up all night and I would pass out at school, I was easily roused and I viewed the sunrise with a playful welcome. As if the sunlight washed away any fatigue.
That is what I mean by that sentence. Not just my job, but my very state of being. And surely, if I were a different person with different life views and goals, I'd just accept it and move on. Or rather, accept it and stagnate. Because that's what this is, it's a form of stagnation. And as unfortunate as it is, some people spend their whole lives there. My boss is a prime example of that. Constantly frantic, anxious and unorganized. Not because things are truly unorganizable, but because she has no real source of hope. She tried to make me into a shift leader yesterday and I nearly cried at the thought of being imprisoned there. I can't wait to hand in my two weeks notice for her, whenever that may be. I anticipate the panic that will arise. I honestly hope my escape doesn't induce a cardiac arrest for the woman.
That all being said--my mind is overwrought. My body is tired. I'm going to try and rest a little before a dreadful meeting at 5 and going in at 11. Have a good day!
-Maggie.