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My last update was the Monday before work started up again, so we'll take it from that Tuesday. That Tuesday I finally registered for classes. I have writing, World Civ, Calc and child Psy. My schedule isn't all that bad, I have one class on Monday, one class on Tuesday, one class on Wednesday, three classes on Thursday and I'm off on Friday. I stragetically got Tuesday night off for prayer group and took a Thursday night clasx so I can have a chance to be at the treehouse once a week.
After I got done registering for school, it was time to go meet Randy at the treehouse. After a year and a half of waiting...I was finally getting my tattoo. Sean C was supposed to come with us, but he didn't answer his phone for the first two hours in which I was trying to reach him. So right before we headed over to the place I dropped by Sean's house and he was just waiting up. This is the conversation we had: "Dude, you still coming with us today?" "Where?" When he remembered what I was talking about, he told me he forgot to get his money from his mother who was holding it for him, so he didn't have the money for it. That was a bit of a drag. When I got back to the treehouse Randy was waiting in the parking lot for me and we headed out.
The place we went is in Brooklawn, and it's called "12 oz." Randy went first and he got a sun over the lettering on his back. It only took the girl, Megan, about 20 minutes to do Randy's. So I didn't think it was going to take that long for mine to be done. At about 3:45 o'clock Megan got started on mine. I picked the exact cross I wanted and she sketched it out. So after nearly an hour and a half on the chair I had my first tattoo. It took a bit longer then Randy's to say the least. But she did such a great job, the lettering over the cross is "Amazing Grace" in old English. The shading she did on it is fantastic, and she put in white ink to help the black stand out better. She was telling us how she wants to make a book called "Silly Ass Tattoos." It would be a picture book of people with silly tattoo's on their butts. As tempting as that is, I think I shall pass. We had to bail right away, because it was already 5:30 when we left, and I had work at 6. Thankfully my dad was willing to bring my work clothes up for me so I wouldn't be late. In hindsight, it was better that Sean didn't come because I would of been uber-late for work, which would of provided a bad situation on my first day back.
Apparently I had been out of "the system" for to long at Target, so I had to do my orientation all over again. I was ok with it, orientation is boring, but free money. I'm not opposed to them giving me money without doing work. This plan was going well until at about 9:30 Heather says to me, "you know what you're doing, you know what we're telling you. Would you mind going to the backroom at 10 and breaking down the truck?" She had the same conversation with a guy named Tom, who was also beginning his second go-round with Target. So at 10, instead of sitting around watching stupid movies and talking for another hour, we put in two hours of semi-hard work unloading a truck. Mike (the overnight exectuive) wants me to move to doing overnight shifts...I'm thinking no. Since Randy had to drop me right off at Target, I had to get a ride home. While I was waiting for my little brother to come get me, I realized Ashley Pederson had called me. So I got talk to her for a good 20 minutes or so. Which is awesome cause I hadn't talked to her since she left for the West Coast.
Wednesday I worked, and they made me do cashier training all over again. Connie gave us all these packets and said "you have an hour" so everyone started asking me questions. So basically I was training everyone else. When Connie saw this she made everyone go back to where they belonged, she looked at me and laughed and said under her breath, "chick magnet." She didn't think I heard her, but I told her she was right. The rest of that night I ran register, because they wouldn't let me move onto the floor. After we closed I was cleaning up the front end, and Alexis was making fun of me because I'm not the greatest at folding bags. Dude, whatever. I don't remember doing anything else on Wednesday, so I'll just pretend I didn't.
Thursday I was off from work. I'm not quite sure what I did during the day. At night I went to the treehouse, but I wasn't really feeling it. So I left early. I was going to meet up with Stan that night, but that didn't work out either so I just went to bed early. Which was ok, because I wasn't feeling that great anyway.
Friday I worked from 11-5. That night I hung out with John, Monica, Sean C and we watched Sin City, because poor Monica hadn't seen it. After the movie Brian came over, and we hit up the diner. Brian was going to come over to chill and watch Family Guy, but I was talking to Davis and he was heading back to Clarion the next day...so we ended up doing a second diner run with Davis and Jill.
Saturday I went to lunch with Joanna, at Panera. We both got bread bowls which were excellent. As I was sitting there I saw this little girl running up to my table. It was a girl from camp, her name is Michelle. The first year I worked there she was my favorite camper. It was weird, but really cool to be Spider again right there in the middle of the Promanade in Marlton. I took Joanna home and got ready for work. I worked from 2:30 till about 11. Rae closed so it wasn't that late of a night. I was at the fitting room, and the day/night went by relatively fast. It was actually kind of nice to be working with those people again.
Sunday I closed again, and then hit the diner with Kate. That was all.
Monday was the first day of classes. Before class though, I took Monica to Cosi. I got a great salad, and she got a, according to her, sub-par soup. I got home in time to be on time for my first class which was calc. My calc prof. is from India, which is fine except for the fact that she has a very thick accent. So it's very hard to understand anything she says. I rather like all of my other profs, they all have sense of humors, which will make class much more bearable.
I didn't work from Tuesday till Saturday, so the week has been all about class, prayer group, and complaining about gas prices. I showed off my tattoo at prayer group....Dina flipped out, she said she didn't think I was actually going to get it...which I've heard far to often. And what the crap is up with gas prices right now. The last time I checked it was 3.19 for a gallon. When I first got my license it was 1.09. Now I'm not a master of American econimics, but I do know my math. (1.09)(3)-.008=3.19. For all intesive purposes, gas prices have tripled in the two years I've been driving. And the value of the dolllar has certainly not tripled in those two years. The rate of inflation is microscopic when compared to the rate at which gas prices are increasing, which is scary for my wallet.
I've been in a funk lately. So Thank God that Ocean City is in six days, that should break it. I got an e-mail from Paris a few days ago, about final details for the trip and also money stuff. She said that the church will be paying for even my hotel, and also for my Keswick. Which means, I'm going to be a leader at Keswick this year. I'm ok with that.
Yesterday, my aunt called and told me that my little cousin and his little friends were having a lemonade sale for the hurricane victims. I think that it's awesome that those eight year old kids want to help.
I think it was yesterday as well, I was talking to my friend Caitlin. And she brought up Savannah. That's the little girls family we helped so that child services wouldn't take her from her grandmom, a few monthes back. Cait told me that Savannah and her grandmom came into where she worked to buy new toys. Which means that the little girl got to stay with her g-mom. I had been wandering if it worked out for about 3 monthes, and I'm so happy it did.
That's all for now, please excuse the last couple of paragraphs. I wanted to put them in, but i didn't structure all that well, so I just added at the end.
After I got done registering for school, it was time to go meet Randy at the treehouse. After a year and a half of waiting...I was finally getting my tattoo. Sean C was supposed to come with us, but he didn't answer his phone for the first two hours in which I was trying to reach him. So right before we headed over to the place I dropped by Sean's house and he was just waiting up. This is the conversation we had: "Dude, you still coming with us today?" "Where?" When he remembered what I was talking about, he told me he forgot to get his money from his mother who was holding it for him, so he didn't have the money for it. That was a bit of a drag. When I got back to the treehouse Randy was waiting in the parking lot for me and we headed out.
The place we went is in Brooklawn, and it's called "12 oz." Randy went first and he got a sun over the lettering on his back. It only took the girl, Megan, about 20 minutes to do Randy's. So I didn't think it was going to take that long for mine to be done. At about 3:45 o'clock Megan got started on mine. I picked the exact cross I wanted and she sketched it out. So after nearly an hour and a half on the chair I had my first tattoo. It took a bit longer then Randy's to say the least. But she did such a great job, the lettering over the cross is "Amazing Grace" in old English. The shading she did on it is fantastic, and she put in white ink to help the black stand out better. She was telling us how she wants to make a book called "Silly Ass Tattoos." It would be a picture book of people with silly tattoo's on their butts. As tempting as that is, I think I shall pass. We had to bail right away, because it was already 5:30 when we left, and I had work at 6. Thankfully my dad was willing to bring my work clothes up for me so I wouldn't be late. In hindsight, it was better that Sean didn't come because I would of been uber-late for work, which would of provided a bad situation on my first day back.
Apparently I had been out of "the system" for to long at Target, so I had to do my orientation all over again. I was ok with it, orientation is boring, but free money. I'm not opposed to them giving me money without doing work. This plan was going well until at about 9:30 Heather says to me, "you know what you're doing, you know what we're telling you. Would you mind going to the backroom at 10 and breaking down the truck?" She had the same conversation with a guy named Tom, who was also beginning his second go-round with Target. So at 10, instead of sitting around watching stupid movies and talking for another hour, we put in two hours of semi-hard work unloading a truck. Mike (the overnight exectuive) wants me to move to doing overnight shifts...I'm thinking no. Since Randy had to drop me right off at Target, I had to get a ride home. While I was waiting for my little brother to come get me, I realized Ashley Pederson had called me. So I got talk to her for a good 20 minutes or so. Which is awesome cause I hadn't talked to her since she left for the West Coast.
Wednesday I worked, and they made me do cashier training all over again. Connie gave us all these packets and said "you have an hour" so everyone started asking me questions. So basically I was training everyone else. When Connie saw this she made everyone go back to where they belonged, she looked at me and laughed and said under her breath, "chick magnet." She didn't think I heard her, but I told her she was right. The rest of that night I ran register, because they wouldn't let me move onto the floor. After we closed I was cleaning up the front end, and Alexis was making fun of me because I'm not the greatest at folding bags. Dude, whatever. I don't remember doing anything else on Wednesday, so I'll just pretend I didn't.
Thursday I was off from work. I'm not quite sure what I did during the day. At night I went to the treehouse, but I wasn't really feeling it. So I left early. I was going to meet up with Stan that night, but that didn't work out either so I just went to bed early. Which was ok, because I wasn't feeling that great anyway.
Friday I worked from 11-5. That night I hung out with John, Monica, Sean C and we watched Sin City, because poor Monica hadn't seen it. After the movie Brian came over, and we hit up the diner. Brian was going to come over to chill and watch Family Guy, but I was talking to Davis and he was heading back to Clarion the next day...so we ended up doing a second diner run with Davis and Jill.
Saturday I went to lunch with Joanna, at Panera. We both got bread bowls which were excellent. As I was sitting there I saw this little girl running up to my table. It was a girl from camp, her name is Michelle. The first year I worked there she was my favorite camper. It was weird, but really cool to be Spider again right there in the middle of the Promanade in Marlton. I took Joanna home and got ready for work. I worked from 2:30 till about 11. Rae closed so it wasn't that late of a night. I was at the fitting room, and the day/night went by relatively fast. It was actually kind of nice to be working with those people again.
Sunday I closed again, and then hit the diner with Kate. That was all.
Monday was the first day of classes. Before class though, I took Monica to Cosi. I got a great salad, and she got a, according to her, sub-par soup. I got home in time to be on time for my first class which was calc. My calc prof. is from India, which is fine except for the fact that she has a very thick accent. So it's very hard to understand anything she says. I rather like all of my other profs, they all have sense of humors, which will make class much more bearable.
I didn't work from Tuesday till Saturday, so the week has been all about class, prayer group, and complaining about gas prices. I showed off my tattoo at prayer group....Dina flipped out, she said she didn't think I was actually going to get it...which I've heard far to often. And what the crap is up with gas prices right now. The last time I checked it was 3.19 for a gallon. When I first got my license it was 1.09. Now I'm not a master of American econimics, but I do know my math. (1.09)(3)-.008=3.19. For all intesive purposes, gas prices have tripled in the two years I've been driving. And the value of the dolllar has certainly not tripled in those two years. The rate of inflation is microscopic when compared to the rate at which gas prices are increasing, which is scary for my wallet.
I've been in a funk lately. So Thank God that Ocean City is in six days, that should break it. I got an e-mail from Paris a few days ago, about final details for the trip and also money stuff. She said that the church will be paying for even my hotel, and also for my Keswick. Which means, I'm going to be a leader at Keswick this year. I'm ok with that.
Yesterday, my aunt called and told me that my little cousin and his little friends were having a lemonade sale for the hurricane victims. I think that it's awesome that those eight year old kids want to help.
I think it was yesterday as well, I was talking to my friend Caitlin. And she brought up Savannah. That's the little girls family we helped so that child services wouldn't take her from her grandmom, a few monthes back. Cait told me that Savannah and her grandmom came into where she worked to buy new toys. Which means that the little girl got to stay with her g-mom. I had been wandering if it worked out for about 3 monthes, and I'm so happy it did.
That's all for now, please excuse the last couple of paragraphs. I wanted to put them in, but i didn't structure all that well, so I just added at the end.