tired babble
I had been writing this long drawn out post in my head for the majority of the evening and now that I have time to sit and put it to words, I find myself at a bit of a loss. Ah well.. guess I will just ramble a bit.
Been living the carnie life for four days now and there are times when I feel like I am in some sort of documentary. I never really realized how this worked for these people.. or most of them I guess. I somehow befriended one of the guys (yes the cute one that asked me out and no I am NOT going there) and speaking with him made me realize more what a life on the road is like for them. He wants desperately to hang out with me when we hit our next venue. I do realize that he is pretty lonely but at the same time, I feel like he would give me the most insight and satisfy my curiosity. So I think when we hit Texas, I will go out and have a drink with him so we can chat. Somewhere very public of course.
As for the job itself?
It's a new experience every day.
And i know it hasnt been that long, but so far it's not that bad.
Not ready to run screaming just yet.
Ecamer has only emailed me once. Asking about money... I never hear from him other then that. No email, no voicemail, nothing. We are going to have a long, LONG, talk when I return for a short time before heading to Baton Rouge.
Anyway.. time for bed. Horror stories of how busy tomorrow will be are dancing in my head.
So.. until later..
Been living the carnie life for four days now and there are times when I feel like I am in some sort of documentary. I never really realized how this worked for these people.. or most of them I guess. I somehow befriended one of the guys (yes the cute one that asked me out and no I am NOT going there) and speaking with him made me realize more what a life on the road is like for them. He wants desperately to hang out with me when we hit our next venue. I do realize that he is pretty lonely but at the same time, I feel like he would give me the most insight and satisfy my curiosity. So I think when we hit Texas, I will go out and have a drink with him so we can chat. Somewhere very public of course.
As for the job itself?
It's a new experience every day.
And i know it hasnt been that long, but so far it's not that bad.
Not ready to run screaming just yet.
Ecamer has only emailed me once. Asking about money... I never hear from him other then that. No email, no voicemail, nothing. We are going to have a long, LONG, talk when I return for a short time before heading to Baton Rouge.
Anyway.. time for bed. Horror stories of how busy tomorrow will be are dancing in my head.
So.. until later..