Post 37: The Summer of Detox (Part 2)
Speaking of detox, I had a bottle of Mountain Dew today so I'm gonna be up for a while, hence this post. Been a few weeks since my last post and everything has kinda settled in for the most part. Stop and Shop has been what I've expected -- it just took some getting used to.
First off, the day after I get the job I come down with the worst back pain I've ever experienced in my life. Like, I couldn't stand up or sit; I had to lay down because the pain was that intense. Eventually I could walk around and sitting in a massage chair at Costco definitely helped out as well but the next day... strep throat like a motherfucker. I've never been that sick from strep throat EVER. I was bed-ridden for two days and the second day I couldn't keep anything down along with a fever that just crushed my head in. I felt horrible, I just could not move or do anything. I missed ball on Friday and my orientation the next day. I made it up that Monday but even then I wasn't feeling totally perfect. I'm fine now and I eventually started work that week but I just couldn't believe I was that sick.
As far as the actual job goes... like I said, it's been what I expected. It's something to keep me busy for the summer. The thing is, while in UNH I had to do a lot of mental gymnastics or had to deal with a lot on mind, working at Stop and Shop is not a psychological burden. I restock milk and eggs and reset the shelves for at least 4 hrs. a day, 4 days a week. $6.75/hr. which doesn't seem like much but when considering that at Camp Debaun I got $50-$60 like every two weeks working full-time with a bunch of spoiled brats to now... my first check was $105 for 16 hrs. worth. Can't complain really. As far as any co-workers, I haven't even met my manager cuz he works the morning shift and I come in at night. I only know Cohen, the guy who trained me and (up until this past week) the only other guy working in Dairy along with me. While I'm working, I see this white-hot co-worker resetting the shelves across from me. I know nothing about her except her name's Marissa and she's gorgeous. I mean, she's cute with the S & S shirt on... when it comes off, my jaw just drops. I work tomorrow so maybe I might try to strike conversation up... probably not, though.
As far as anything else going on this summer, we just had a barbecue for 4th of July, which brought out the family. I had to work but when I came home, everyone was still there. That's been about it on the home front. I do some recording every now and then, but it seems that something always goes wrong when I record... dunno what that means.
Finally, I made up with Laura. Everything's back to normal now -- as normal as it can get I guess. I think I had text messaged her by accident back in June but we had some contact from that but recently we touched base and got everything out in the open. Apparently people actually read this (at least two people) which is ironic considering my last blog got me in some trouble with a female. Wow, I really am a loser -- when I get my heart broken, I cry about it in my blog. I officially am a dork.. if I wasn't one already. Whatever the case may be, Laura's my girl, probably the best female friend I've ever had, the most fun I've ever had with a female and definitely someone I'll miss when it comes time to go back to UNH. But I ain't lettin her go away. You don't let best friends disappear.
I feel great, mentally. I'm relaxed, I'm refocusing again. My head is clear and, with the job now, I still stay sharp and active but it's a relaxed focus. I'm not my normal intense self like I am at UNH. Thinking about it recently, as it will be my last year, with all that I've accomplished and all that I've done I really have nothing to prove to anyone and I feel content with the job that I've done. All the projects I've worked on for the past 2 years are up and running well now -- I'm not needed for pep band or marching band really. The German Club is a responsibility that I want to have but it's not necessary. That doesn't mean I don't have any more tricks up my sleeve, cuz I still do. I got a few more bullets left in me but it's nice to know that going into my last year, I've got the option of deciding whether or not to be intense. I have to have an option now, really. I know my temper now and I know that it's like alcoholism: the littlest temptations can make me spiral out of control.
But I'm ok... I'm ok for now
First off, the day after I get the job I come down with the worst back pain I've ever experienced in my life. Like, I couldn't stand up or sit; I had to lay down because the pain was that intense. Eventually I could walk around and sitting in a massage chair at Costco definitely helped out as well but the next day... strep throat like a motherfucker. I've never been that sick from strep throat EVER. I was bed-ridden for two days and the second day I couldn't keep anything down along with a fever that just crushed my head in. I felt horrible, I just could not move or do anything. I missed ball on Friday and my orientation the next day. I made it up that Monday but even then I wasn't feeling totally perfect. I'm fine now and I eventually started work that week but I just couldn't believe I was that sick.
As far as the actual job goes... like I said, it's been what I expected. It's something to keep me busy for the summer. The thing is, while in UNH I had to do a lot of mental gymnastics or had to deal with a lot on mind, working at Stop and Shop is not a psychological burden. I restock milk and eggs and reset the shelves for at least 4 hrs. a day, 4 days a week. $6.75/hr. which doesn't seem like much but when considering that at Camp Debaun I got $50-$60 like every two weeks working full-time with a bunch of spoiled brats to now... my first check was $105 for 16 hrs. worth. Can't complain really. As far as any co-workers, I haven't even met my manager cuz he works the morning shift and I come in at night. I only know Cohen, the guy who trained me and (up until this past week) the only other guy working in Dairy along with me. While I'm working, I see this white-hot co-worker resetting the shelves across from me. I know nothing about her except her name's Marissa and she's gorgeous. I mean, she's cute with the S & S shirt on... when it comes off, my jaw just drops. I work tomorrow so maybe I might try to strike conversation up... probably not, though.
As far as anything else going on this summer, we just had a barbecue for 4th of July, which brought out the family. I had to work but when I came home, everyone was still there. That's been about it on the home front. I do some recording every now and then, but it seems that something always goes wrong when I record... dunno what that means.
Finally, I made up with Laura. Everything's back to normal now -- as normal as it can get I guess. I think I had text messaged her by accident back in June but we had some contact from that but recently we touched base and got everything out in the open. Apparently people actually read this (at least two people) which is ironic considering my last blog got me in some trouble with a female. Wow, I really am a loser -- when I get my heart broken, I cry about it in my blog. I officially am a dork.. if I wasn't one already. Whatever the case may be, Laura's my girl, probably the best female friend I've ever had, the most fun I've ever had with a female and definitely someone I'll miss when it comes time to go back to UNH. But I ain't lettin her go away. You don't let best friends disappear.
I feel great, mentally. I'm relaxed, I'm refocusing again. My head is clear and, with the job now, I still stay sharp and active but it's a relaxed focus. I'm not my normal intense self like I am at UNH. Thinking about it recently, as it will be my last year, with all that I've accomplished and all that I've done I really have nothing to prove to anyone and I feel content with the job that I've done. All the projects I've worked on for the past 2 years are up and running well now -- I'm not needed for pep band or marching band really. The German Club is a responsibility that I want to have but it's not necessary. That doesn't mean I don't have any more tricks up my sleeve, cuz I still do. I got a few more bullets left in me but it's nice to know that going into my last year, I've got the option of deciding whether or not to be intense. I have to have an option now, really. I know my temper now and I know that it's like alcoholism: the littlest temptations can make me spiral out of control.
But I'm ok... I'm ok for now