Thursday, March 24, 2011

All in a 24 Hour's Work

Overwhelmed
Right now, I am sitting at my computer in a big, brown sweater eating wedding cake. Do you know how hard it is to eat healthy when your sister is a pastry chef in culinary school? No. You probably don’t.  It’s good though: vanilla pound cake with raspberry jam— Yum.

So I haven’t even been employed for a week yet, but I’m starting to feel stressed.
Bad things about my jobs:
·         They’re time consuming
·         They can be tedious
·         There’s A LOT of stuff to remember
Good things about my jobs:
·         They pay me
·         I’m learning a lot (like how to save something as a PDF—you would think I would know after 4 years of college.)
·         I’m no longer spending entire days in the same pajamas
·         I’m getting a one week crash course in everything Geo thermal by a real life Juno, who will remain faceless, but may just be the cutest person I’ve ever met. I’m sad that she will be going on maternity leave, but excited to take her out for a huge burrito farewell.

Good Cause
Time’s up now, but earlier today—from 5pm to 9pm—anyone who ate at the local Applebee’s [and presented a fundraising flyer to their waiter] would be contributing to a fund to help a friend of a friend pay her mounting medical bills—results of her long battle with cancer. I thought it was a great idea and was impressed with Applebee’s for donating 10% of everyone’s bill to this fundraiser. I ate there to help out a friend and do my good deed for the day. I also hate cancer.
*Let this be a seed in the mind of those with family members struggling with similar situations—it might take some work, but there are creative ways to find help.  Many companies will do fundraisers like this, because it’s a big PR boost for them (and some might even have the best intentions too.)


Bombs Away
I don’t mean to be flip, but I didn’t feel especially brave going to school on Wednesday despite the threat made against it; I simply forgot that anything was up. When I showed up for my am class, I was ecstatic to find an awesome parking spot. It’s my lucky day, I thought. That class was cancelled.
The halls were filled with policemen and women, and class attendance was around 30%. There was an eerie feeling, especially because no one really knew what was going on. I was extremely disappointed in our school’s president for being so ambiguous. The school didn’t cancel classes, but there was also no assurance: an “Everything’s under control. Go about your day.” would have been nice.
This was all the info anyone really had:
There were rumors that it was a bomb threat; others said that 3 people had been arrested. My Google searched turned up nothing to back up any of the hear-say. The only update on the college’s website since Monday—
   NOTICE: We are quite grateful that Wednesday turned out to be a normal day on the Stockton campus. Our local and regional law enforcement agencies are to be commended for their efforts. Please be aware that we will continue vigilant surveillance throughout the campus and ask that faculty, students and staff always be mindful of suspicious activity and report anything to the Campus Police at 609-652-4390.
Not very interesting, I guess, but I’m glad everyone was safe.


Annoyed
I love him dearly, but B needs to learn that you cannot experiment with black hair dye in my pastel bathroom on top of my white, porcelain sink. When I walked in today, I was disgusted by what seemed to be black mold spots all over my mirror, vanity cupboard, sink basin, wall, and even some picture frames. (I have pictures of fish in the bathroom. Don’t ask.) Upon closer observation, I realized that it was dye, and it had stained everything. (Those of you who don’t know, porcelain is a porous surface—it will absorb things that stain it, and quickly!)I was dumb and didn’t think that the bleach I used to scrub everything would also have an adverse effect on the wall paint. My bathroom nook now looks like crap.

1 comment:

  1. Hahaha...At least Brians intentions are always good..

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