ahhh....August 2nd...what a lovely sound...it's 103 degrees outside and i'm here in the central-air comfort of my home listening to "summer nights" from Grease. considering all that i've been through this past month, my mood right now is surprisingly upbeat. let's see, where do I begin.....
I finally got around to resolving all these unresolved feelings that i had from the relationship with my first boyfriend. we hung out a couple of times while his parents were selling their house here in NJ (his dad retired last year and they moved to Florida). it was nice to see how much he'd grown up and realizing how much i've grown up...and once i stopped beating myself up over dumping him, i had fun trading witty comments about life and stuff. truly the highlight of my summer...or at least one highlight of my summer that i've recently titled "the summer from hell."
speaking of the underworld, i've managed to put my poor goldfish Stimpy through hell again! so the tiny neon tetra that I bought died 2 days later. he didn't eat. i didn't even have the chance to name the poor thing before i flushed it. but it only cost me 45 cents, so c'est la vie. and then there were 2 fish. Stimpy and Muddy Mudskipper (the zebra danio). They were fine for a few weeks. Then Stimpy started swimming crooked. Seriously, he couldn't swim upright...if he was looking straight at me, he had like a 45 degree tilt. I attributed it to post-traumatic stress from the Midnight incident. Then I started to notice my two fishies were playing with each other. It looked like playing, but in reality, Muddy was chasing Stimpy! But i was too dim to realize this. Imagine, if you can, this little zebra danio chasing my poor goldfish around, and he's all like "i'm gonna get you, biatch!" and my poor Stimpy's like ,"mommy help me!" and i'm just looking at the tank like, "awww, isn't that cute! they're playing! you two play nice, ok? i'll be back later..." and then Muddy's going ,"ha ha, no one can save you now...you're mine, punk!" and all Stimpy can do is just run away and hope that the next time I come back I'll rescue him from this evil fish. about a week later, i noticed some pale spots on Stimpy and realized that he had some scales missing! i put two and two together, and evicted Muddy from the tank. i put him in the betta tank until i could figure out what to do with him. he died the next morning and i flushed him without a second thought. he was messing with my baby! after more research on Google, I learned that Stimpy was developing swimbladder disease, causing him to swim crooked. How did he develop the disorder? Wouldn't you know that fighting with other fish is a cause of the disease? Well, he's gotten over his disorder, and he's almost back to normal. His tilt's only about 5 degrees if it's there at all. So Stimpy's an only again, and I think I'll keep it that way. He still loves me, and I still love the little guy, and I promised him that he'll have no more roomates. Stimpy's next adventure will be moving back into the dorm with me...especially since he'll be contraband (we're not supposed to have pets at all in the dorms. If he can't stay in my room, I might consider moving him in with the 217 boys...it's my second home anyway.
I got an A in my theater history class! Yay! Good news! Even more good news: I got into the scene study class that I've been worried about all summer! I really wanted to get into the class, and the only way you can get in is with an instructor's or departmental permission. And I got in!!! More acting work for me!
Ok, it's all kinda downhill from here. Just so you're prepared.
My wonderful-kick ass-superfun job at SkinMarket no longer exists. Corporate decided that the NJ stores weren't profitable enough (like we need another reminder that the economy's gone to shit...but it is getting better), so they shut us down. No warning. I had gotten home after a busy day of getting the store ready for the new fall store-set (essentially, it's completely re-arranging the store), and my manager called and said that the store had been shut down. I thought she was kidding. But she was serious. Twenty minutes later, some chick from the corporate offices in Cali calls and confirms that we had been shut down, told me that I'd get my checks in the mail, and thanks for everything. That's it. No severance pay, no real apologies, no thank you gift, no nothing. Bastards. After a night of huffing and puffing around the house and writing a nasty e-mail that the corporate crackheads will probably never read, I got down to business. A few phone calls later, I had a date for paperwork set up at Wegman's, the grocery store around the corner from my house.
Yes, a grocery store. As a cashier. And you're all saying, "Amber? Working at a grocery store? The girl who prides herself on being a self-proclaimed princess willfully accepted employment at a place where she'd be asking 'paper or plastic?'" Yes, it's sad but true. But it's also a decent paycheck with a dollar extra on Sundays. And I need the money. So I swallowed my pride and took the job.
Is it possible to hate a job after only 2 days?
I don't want to know what that place is like on a Saturday or Sunday, when everyone on God's green earth decides to go grocery shopping. People are evil, and this is a whole different kind of evil I'm dealing with. I'm used to dealing with that "dammit i just drove through the freezing cold and waited 15 minutes to park and fought through all the crazy ass people just so you could tell me that you don't have a freaking X-Box and that there's no chance that I'm gonna find one within the tri-state area unless I have two thousand dollars and a friend who finds one that 'fell off the truck' and it's three freaking days before christmas and my 11 year old spoiled brat that i call a son is gonna throw a fit and my in-laws are gonna hate me more because i couldn't get the damn X-Box" type of evil. And trust me, that's real evil. You see the veins start to pop out of their heads and their eyes bug out and you wish you had security on speed dial.
Supermarket evil is totally different. "What do you mean you don't know what kind of tomatoes those are? they're the ones on sale for $1.99 a pound!" "No, they're not acorns, they're hazelnuts." They sure as hell looked like acorns to me. "Can i have paper bags in plastic ones?" And then she had the nerve to stand there and look impatient while i wrestled with the bags. "why won't this thingie read my card? oh look, it says to give it to you...you make it work" "I left my shopper's club card in the car." "Oops! it's in the car." "dammit, I left it in the car." "honey, did we leave the Wegman's card in the car?" then there's the bags of dog food that are almost as big as I am. and plastic mesh bags of clams or oysters or whatever the hell they are...they make a big smelly mess and I don't like ringing them up. and screaming kids and cranky people, and it's just too hot to deal with all of this crap!
*sigh*
i'm soooooooo ready to go back to school. today (now aug. 4) i went and bought a new spiffy rug for my dorm room at IKEA. i'll probably go back up there once school starts so I can get additional stuff for the room, and Andre will need stuff for the apartment too...yay! Pilgrimage to IKEA again! We had a lot of fun there last year.
I'm ready to go back to school and be independent again. i like being in charge of what i do and where i go and when i'm going to get there and all that good stuff. i'm also in serious need of a rum and coke...oh wait. i swore off of rum after the rum and cherry kool-aid incident. that wasn't pretty. (ewww....rum...) well, a nice cosmopolitan would be good...cosmos and my best friends just sittin and chillin.....back to school. and it sounds really sickening, but i actually miss doing homework. i'm looking forward to all of my classes except Spanish. it's been a year and a half since my last spanish class, and i'm really rusty. but i need to take this class to do some GPA repair, so it's really important for me to do well. i'll just get my sis to tutor me. she's taking AP spanish this year, and she was in spain for 2 weeks earlier this year....she's damn near fluent compared to me.
well, it's past time for this multi-day blog to end...only 27 days till move in day! whoo-hoo! toodles!
I finally got around to resolving all these unresolved feelings that i had from the relationship with my first boyfriend. we hung out a couple of times while his parents were selling their house here in NJ (his dad retired last year and they moved to Florida). it was nice to see how much he'd grown up and realizing how much i've grown up...and once i stopped beating myself up over dumping him, i had fun trading witty comments about life and stuff. truly the highlight of my summer...or at least one highlight of my summer that i've recently titled "the summer from hell."
speaking of the underworld, i've managed to put my poor goldfish Stimpy through hell again! so the tiny neon tetra that I bought died 2 days later. he didn't eat. i didn't even have the chance to name the poor thing before i flushed it. but it only cost me 45 cents, so c'est la vie. and then there were 2 fish. Stimpy and Muddy Mudskipper (the zebra danio). They were fine for a few weeks. Then Stimpy started swimming crooked. Seriously, he couldn't swim upright...if he was looking straight at me, he had like a 45 degree tilt. I attributed it to post-traumatic stress from the Midnight incident. Then I started to notice my two fishies were playing with each other. It looked like playing, but in reality, Muddy was chasing Stimpy! But i was too dim to realize this. Imagine, if you can, this little zebra danio chasing my poor goldfish around, and he's all like "i'm gonna get you, biatch!" and my poor Stimpy's like ,"mommy help me!" and i'm just looking at the tank like, "awww, isn't that cute! they're playing! you two play nice, ok? i'll be back later..." and then Muddy's going ,"ha ha, no one can save you now...you're mine, punk!" and all Stimpy can do is just run away and hope that the next time I come back I'll rescue him from this evil fish. about a week later, i noticed some pale spots on Stimpy and realized that he had some scales missing! i put two and two together, and evicted Muddy from the tank. i put him in the betta tank until i could figure out what to do with him. he died the next morning and i flushed him without a second thought. he was messing with my baby! after more research on Google, I learned that Stimpy was developing swimbladder disease, causing him to swim crooked. How did he develop the disorder? Wouldn't you know that fighting with other fish is a cause of the disease? Well, he's gotten over his disorder, and he's almost back to normal. His tilt's only about 5 degrees if it's there at all. So Stimpy's an only again, and I think I'll keep it that way. He still loves me, and I still love the little guy, and I promised him that he'll have no more roomates. Stimpy's next adventure will be moving back into the dorm with me...especially since he'll be contraband (we're not supposed to have pets at all in the dorms. If he can't stay in my room, I might consider moving him in with the 217 boys...it's my second home anyway.
I got an A in my theater history class! Yay! Good news! Even more good news: I got into the scene study class that I've been worried about all summer! I really wanted to get into the class, and the only way you can get in is with an instructor's or departmental permission. And I got in!!! More acting work for me!
Ok, it's all kinda downhill from here. Just so you're prepared.
My wonderful-kick ass-superfun job at SkinMarket no longer exists. Corporate decided that the NJ stores weren't profitable enough (like we need another reminder that the economy's gone to shit...but it is getting better), so they shut us down. No warning. I had gotten home after a busy day of getting the store ready for the new fall store-set (essentially, it's completely re-arranging the store), and my manager called and said that the store had been shut down. I thought she was kidding. But she was serious. Twenty minutes later, some chick from the corporate offices in Cali calls and confirms that we had been shut down, told me that I'd get my checks in the mail, and thanks for everything. That's it. No severance pay, no real apologies, no thank you gift, no nothing. Bastards. After a night of huffing and puffing around the house and writing a nasty e-mail that the corporate crackheads will probably never read, I got down to business. A few phone calls later, I had a date for paperwork set up at Wegman's, the grocery store around the corner from my house.
Yes, a grocery store. As a cashier. And you're all saying, "Amber? Working at a grocery store? The girl who prides herself on being a self-proclaimed princess willfully accepted employment at a place where she'd be asking 'paper or plastic?'" Yes, it's sad but true. But it's also a decent paycheck with a dollar extra on Sundays. And I need the money. So I swallowed my pride and took the job.
Is it possible to hate a job after only 2 days?
I don't want to know what that place is like on a Saturday or Sunday, when everyone on God's green earth decides to go grocery shopping. People are evil, and this is a whole different kind of evil I'm dealing with. I'm used to dealing with that "dammit i just drove through the freezing cold and waited 15 minutes to park and fought through all the crazy ass people just so you could tell me that you don't have a freaking X-Box and that there's no chance that I'm gonna find one within the tri-state area unless I have two thousand dollars and a friend who finds one that 'fell off the truck' and it's three freaking days before christmas and my 11 year old spoiled brat that i call a son is gonna throw a fit and my in-laws are gonna hate me more because i couldn't get the damn X-Box" type of evil. And trust me, that's real evil. You see the veins start to pop out of their heads and their eyes bug out and you wish you had security on speed dial.
Supermarket evil is totally different. "What do you mean you don't know what kind of tomatoes those are? they're the ones on sale for $1.99 a pound!" "No, they're not acorns, they're hazelnuts." They sure as hell looked like acorns to me. "Can i have paper bags in plastic ones?" And then she had the nerve to stand there and look impatient while i wrestled with the bags. "why won't this thingie read my card? oh look, it says to give it to you...you make it work" "I left my shopper's club card in the car." "Oops! it's in the car." "dammit, I left it in the car." "honey, did we leave the Wegman's card in the car?" then there's the bags of dog food that are almost as big as I am. and plastic mesh bags of clams or oysters or whatever the hell they are...they make a big smelly mess and I don't like ringing them up. and screaming kids and cranky people, and it's just too hot to deal with all of this crap!
*sigh*
i'm soooooooo ready to go back to school. today (now aug. 4) i went and bought a new spiffy rug for my dorm room at IKEA. i'll probably go back up there once school starts so I can get additional stuff for the room, and Andre will need stuff for the apartment too...yay! Pilgrimage to IKEA again! We had a lot of fun there last year.
I'm ready to go back to school and be independent again. i like being in charge of what i do and where i go and when i'm going to get there and all that good stuff. i'm also in serious need of a rum and coke...oh wait. i swore off of rum after the rum and cherry kool-aid incident. that wasn't pretty. (ewww....rum...) well, a nice cosmopolitan would be good...cosmos and my best friends just sittin and chillin.....back to school. and it sounds really sickening, but i actually miss doing homework. i'm looking forward to all of my classes except Spanish. it's been a year and a half since my last spanish class, and i'm really rusty. but i need to take this class to do some GPA repair, so it's really important for me to do well. i'll just get my sis to tutor me. she's taking AP spanish this year, and she was in spain for 2 weeks earlier this year....she's damn near fluent compared to me.
well, it's past time for this multi-day blog to end...only 27 days till move in day! whoo-hoo! toodles!
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