February 24, 2002 // 11:02 p.m. How 'bout a mouthful of chicklets? an hour ago promised i was cleaning and doing laundry - and i mean it this time! i did mean it. i started sorting! but then my computer dinged at me to signal i had an im (gotta change those generic dings back to alan rickman!). like i could stay away. it was jess, asking what my plans were for summer work. i told her i didn't have any yet and she asked if i wanted to work at parks & rec with her. i've spent a day at work with her before - basically you sit there in the sun and yell at the kids who are getting too rowdy in the pool. it's only 8 weeks so i'll have time after finals to relax and enjoy mel and rachel's wedding and janice's new baby, and before i go back to school so i have time to get ready. it's $6.50 an hour, which is only .25 less than at marc's after my last raise, and every year i go back i get a .25 raise. plus - obvious to you northeast ohioans - it's infinitely better than marc's, working with people with some level of intelligence. all i was looking for in a summer job is 'not retail,' and this is just perfect. okay, okay, i don't really like kids, but i can't imagine they'll be more annoying than marc's shoppers. and i'm allergic to the sun, i broke out in hives every year in marching band, but... well, there i guess i'll just hope for the best. but i'm so excited. this is perfect! last night was a blast again. we were tired of gilman (duh) so lani, cheryl and i went to olivers. not the most thoughtful host or waiter, but it was real food. then we decided to try something new and different - play a board game! it was this really complicated german game which was really fun once you figured it out - or maybe we can make just about anything that amusing. anyway the only tip i can offer you is not to corner the market on sheep. they're worthless - unless you want to burn them for warmth. the largest army in the world is just three soldiers. all herald the king of catan. and stuff. after almost four hours of that we got the idea to go to the incredible invisible delectable playground - yes, at midnight. once we finally got directions and found shawn's keys - penguins don't evolve on purpose, by the way. they don't have meetings. - we squeezed into his ski-filled car and headed for the playground. once we got there we realized it was illegal and, not particularly wanting to be prosecuted, left again. i complained about the bag in the tree in front of hermann which has been there since november, through a lot of rain and high wind, defying everything i know about the universe. shawn made a valiant effort to get it out (or perhaps he has a death wish?), but no luck. that bag is going to be there forever. and we still heralded shawn. okay, i mean it now: i'm seriously going to do my laundry and clean this disgusting room! scoff if you must; i swear i am capable of getting something productive done. right... i can be that, but soon you'll see that i will never do anything. |