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alright then.
summer is inherently lame due to summer schooling, but i'd rather look at what's going for me.
work. i got a job. double edged sword i'd say, but in the end i'll be stabbing the man more than the other way around.
where? mother's market and kitchen.
all through the month of july, i've been struggling to find a source of income; specifically one that involved a surf shop. i pretty much spent 2 weeks of driving around newport and laguna for shops to take me in. i've already said i've been hired by mother's, so i guess you can figure the outcome of that endeavor. fortunately, half of the shops i contacted say they have a job waiting for me come the end of summer. now that's one of my summer dilemmas; should i work at the shop with it's own shaper or work at the shop that's closer and has a wider variety of products. on the one hand, i could possibly be handed down secrets of the board shaping trade and be part of an original shop that has its own clothing and surf gear (including custom boards, made to order). or i can save on gas money and work at newport beach or corona del mar under whichever chain but have access to so much more products and people my age.
meanwhile, i'll be starting my training this tuesday. working the juicebar and switching off being a cashier. cashier...does that guarantee at least $10 per hour wage? i'm not part of the cashier's union, so i think not. i'm just glad i'll finally get experience in a kitchen besides the one at home, relatives' homes, friends' homes, etc. i mean, i can't put down on a resume that i cooked the most amazing dinner for a party of a dozen plus. i could be making it up, or just paraphrasing the praises i received. yeah, i'm a humble chef. i guess that's all irrelevant; i don't know how to write a resume. i could research it and go to a resume making seminar at school, but where's the fun in that? i'll tell you: it's in not doing it and going to the beach. all you need to know from now on is i'll be making smoothies for veeggies and vegans like no one's beezy.
isn't that convenient? getting back to the veggie diet, and working at a place where more than 70 percent of its patrons are at least vegetarian. a discount is greatly needed in purchasing tasty organics, tofu products, and whey powder.
well, i'm tired and haven't started on any homework. i won't start it still, but i will sleep.
i FUCKING love fireworks. no evil can come from them. those people who maim themselves or die from a firework related incident will actually recall that during the event pirates swiftly pushed them into the injury zone. blaming the fireworks for that is like blaming the tree that fell, crushing your niece after being cut down by a pirate who pushed the tree in her direction. your niece didn't die or even get hurt; she was crushed only in spirit. even then, only momentarily. she later used theexperience to reaffirm the old saying "whatever doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger," and proceeded to be the first human to freestyle swim from nebraska to hawaii. not really coincidentally, she was also the sole contributor to the creation of the great middle-america-pacific-ocean canal. let me tell you, she is reaping in the dough from the toll for use of the canal. who knew that so many people in and around the nebraskan vicinity have salt water running through their veins? if you did, fuck you. you ruined my entire train of coherent thought and brought this engine to a halt.
just saying, despite your niece's success, you're still mad at the pirate and desire to have the least contact with johnny depp, disney land, the east coast of north america, and parrots. let it go.
summer is inherently lame due to summer schooling, but i'd rather look at what's going for me.
work. i got a job. double edged sword i'd say, but in the end i'll be stabbing the man more than the other way around.
where? mother's market and kitchen.
all through the month of july, i've been struggling to find a source of income; specifically one that involved a surf shop. i pretty much spent 2 weeks of driving around newport and laguna for shops to take me in. i've already said i've been hired by mother's, so i guess you can figure the outcome of that endeavor. fortunately, half of the shops i contacted say they have a job waiting for me come the end of summer. now that's one of my summer dilemmas; should i work at the shop with it's own shaper or work at the shop that's closer and has a wider variety of products. on the one hand, i could possibly be handed down secrets of the board shaping trade and be part of an original shop that has its own clothing and surf gear (including custom boards, made to order). or i can save on gas money and work at newport beach or corona del mar under whichever chain but have access to so much more products and people my age.
meanwhile, i'll be starting my training this tuesday. working the juicebar and switching off being a cashier. cashier...does that guarantee at least $10 per hour wage? i'm not part of the cashier's union, so i think not. i'm just glad i'll finally get experience in a kitchen besides the one at home, relatives' homes, friends' homes, etc. i mean, i can't put down on a resume that i cooked the most amazing dinner for a party of a dozen plus. i could be making it up, or just paraphrasing the praises i received. yeah, i'm a humble chef. i guess that's all irrelevant; i don't know how to write a resume. i could research it and go to a resume making seminar at school, but where's the fun in that? i'll tell you: it's in not doing it and going to the beach. all you need to know from now on is i'll be making smoothies for veeggies and vegans like no one's beezy.
isn't that convenient? getting back to the veggie diet, and working at a place where more than 70 percent of its patrons are at least vegetarian. a discount is greatly needed in purchasing tasty organics, tofu products, and whey powder.
well, i'm tired and haven't started on any homework. i won't start it still, but i will sleep.
i FUCKING love fireworks. no evil can come from them. those people who maim themselves or die from a firework related incident will actually recall that during the event pirates swiftly pushed them into the injury zone. blaming the fireworks for that is like blaming the tree that fell, crushing your niece after being cut down by a pirate who pushed the tree in her direction. your niece didn't die or even get hurt; she was crushed only in spirit. even then, only momentarily. she later used theexperience to reaffirm the old saying "whatever doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger," and proceeded to be the first human to freestyle swim from nebraska to hawaii. not really coincidentally, she was also the sole contributor to the creation of the great middle-america-pacific-ocean canal. let me tell you, she is reaping in the dough from the toll for use of the canal. who knew that so many people in and around the nebraskan vicinity have salt water running through their veins? if you did, fuck you. you ruined my entire train of coherent thought and brought this engine to a halt.
just saying, despite your niece's success, you're still mad at the pirate and desire to have the least contact with johnny depp, disney land, the east coast of north america, and parrots. let it go.