You know its kinda funny. I was cleaning out my room the other day and i stumbled upon my 6th grade journal. I got really excited till i realized it's not nearly as cool as i thought it would be. It was the classic black and white marble notebook probably of the Mead variety. I opened it up and heard the crack. You know the crack or crackle of when u open a book that hasn't been opened in years. Well i know it well. Anyway i opened it up and gave it a quick glance. Each page had only a couple of lines of trash written. I call it trash b/c it was the most uninteresting piece of literature that I ever read. I've seen bumper stickers that were longer than these entries. But next to every 5 pages was a line from my teacher, Miss Zapalla, saying "needs more effort". I'm sorry but when ur in 6th grade what the F*** can you possibly talk about. I had no life back then and oddly enough I still dont. I guess she wanted to hear about my vicous battle with puberty or the previous nights episode of "Saved By The Bell" because really thats all i had to offer. I wound up getting a "D" on my entries...i'm not bitter about it but i kind of hope she's dead. No- im just kidding. I just think it's funny b/c i doubt that any1 from that class takes the time to write in a journal now adays. Not that i credit/blame her for being the reason i still write things down. I guess the influence and i think i may have mentioned this once before, was an old friend/crush Jackie Scannel. She told me way back in high school that she used to write 1 line per day to describe her mood or what happend that day. The line only made sense to her so it was a good way to express yourself and have full privacy. She encouraged me to do the same. I guess she knew i dabbled in poetry so thats why she thought i'd like it...but she probably could have told me to take a huge dump and dip my head in the water and i probably would have done it. I thought she was foxy what else can i say lol. SO yeah i did the 1 line thing but not everyday and then the 1 line thing turned into 2 or 3 and eventually i was writting paragraphs every few months. Then i came across this piece of GOLD and never looked back.
I'm ending my run at Saf-t-Swim this Saturday. Saturdays are usually HELL and thats no exageration. I have seen the devil on many occasions, but hopefully i can turn this sat into a joyous occasion. It been a 2 year run, actually more than 2 years and i definately feel i gained a lot from working there. I'm certainly going to miss the people i worked with and worked for. I may even miss some of the parents..only a few. A SMALL FEW. But i wont miss the job. I worked with an older woman the last 2 weeks- sweetest lady in the world. She said to me that she loved working at saf-t-swim and i just couldn't say the same. Like i said the people are great but i dont like the headaches that are invlved. So with that being said I'm excited/nervous about starting my new job on Tuesday. I'm excited that i'll be getting real money and have a real job but im nervous b/c i dont know what to expect. Also I'm the new guy. It sux being the new guy. No friends, and lotta pressure to pick things up quickly. I'm sure i'll make it work though.
I just finished writting thank you letters to 2 or my bosses and another employee who has been a huge help to me while being there. I wish i was able to leave the company with more time to prepare for my departure however, when oppurtunity knocks u gotta answer the door. Speaking of answering the door. What was the latest you've ever recieved a package?? 3 pm, 5pm maybe? today we got a delivery at 7:45 pm. Thats crazyness isnt it? The only thing that should be ringin at 7:45 is the dinner bell. I dont know who is delivering these packages 75 year old men- b/c they obviously arent moving at the speed of light.
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