Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Sometimes I think...
...That part of me just wanted cats so that when I walk around and talk out loud all day, I at least have someone to talk out loud too.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
A lot of things that add up to one post
1. It is humid, but it just will not rain. Come on sky, open up, will ya'? I heard in Colorado they think it's high humidity if it gets past 15%. Ha!
2. My back room of my new house apparently has very little insulation making it hot now, and I'll bet the coldest room in the winter. Sad, I like hanging out in here.
3. Have you seen the new way to advertise at grocery stores? The lines of the parking lot. I'm not kidding. Right now at the grocery store closest to my house, the parking lines are coverd with what looks like printed-on tape the exact width and length of the original lines, but these are advertising Nationwide Insurance. Is this a country wide thing?
4. I think my cats would get into a lot more trouble if they weren't so dang noisy everytime they're doing something not okay. Yesterday they were on the stove and one of them knocked a ladel off, alerting us to their presence so we could squirt them. Also, when they play with the curatains they are very loud and we know what they're doing. They have not yet learned the art of the sneaky cat.
5. After much consideration I have finally agreed to come out and say it: I don't think Jennifer deserved an Osacar for her work in Dreamgirls. There, I said it, now I can sleep better tonight.
2. My back room of my new house apparently has very little insulation making it hot now, and I'll bet the coldest room in the winter. Sad, I like hanging out in here.
3. Have you seen the new way to advertise at grocery stores? The lines of the parking lot. I'm not kidding. Right now at the grocery store closest to my house, the parking lines are coverd with what looks like printed-on tape the exact width and length of the original lines, but these are advertising Nationwide Insurance. Is this a country wide thing?
4. I think my cats would get into a lot more trouble if they weren't so dang noisy everytime they're doing something not okay. Yesterday they were on the stove and one of them knocked a ladel off, alerting us to their presence so we could squirt them. Also, when they play with the curatains they are very loud and we know what they're doing. They have not yet learned the art of the sneaky cat.
5. After much consideration I have finally agreed to come out and say it: I don't think Jennifer deserved an Osacar for her work in Dreamgirls. There, I said it, now I can sleep better tonight.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
And just imagine how the Quizno's girl feels...
I am about fed up with people who have come into work today. Just because I am sitting behind a desk, here to serve you as the customer does not make me incompetent or unintelligent or sub-human.
You cannot say anything you want to me without worrying about the reprecussions. You cannot assume I am somebody without direction because I choose to be an administrative assistant. My life does not revolve around you. Even here at work, I am taking care of everybody who is checked in at the time, not just you.
I also promise you that I know how to do my job better than you. Even if you are a regular and have been coming in for a year now, I have been sitting at this desk taking care of people like you for far longer than any person should be required. I *gasp* have been thouroughly trained for this specific job. And just because maybe you once, millions of years ago had a job similar doesn not mean you are automatically my superior or boss.
I may appear to be young, but I am 25 and have two college degrees. I am thinking about starting my own business. In the summer I work another full-time job helping out at a camp for teenagers. I promise, I know what I'm doing.
Please, please, please don't call me 'Sweetie', 'Hon', or my favorite 'Girl'. I am not your sweetie, honey, or your girl, and that is the quickest way to get on my badside. Especially if you are saying it with an attitude of superiority.
And another thing, if you are a guy who I have never met before don't come in and tell me I'm a good looking gal. Just don't. Just because I can't run away from your creepiness, doesn't mean I want to hear it. You do not get to say thing you wouldn't say to other people just because I am behind a desk with a smile.
[/end rant]
You cannot say anything you want to me without worrying about the reprecussions. You cannot assume I am somebody without direction because I choose to be an administrative assistant. My life does not revolve around you. Even here at work, I am taking care of everybody who is checked in at the time, not just you.
I also promise you that I know how to do my job better than you. Even if you are a regular and have been coming in for a year now, I have been sitting at this desk taking care of people like you for far longer than any person should be required. I *gasp* have been thouroughly trained for this specific job. And just because maybe you once, millions of years ago had a job similar doesn not mean you are automatically my superior or boss.
I may appear to be young, but I am 25 and have two college degrees. I am thinking about starting my own business. In the summer I work another full-time job helping out at a camp for teenagers. I promise, I know what I'm doing.
Please, please, please don't call me 'Sweetie', 'Hon', or my favorite 'Girl'. I am not your sweetie, honey, or your girl, and that is the quickest way to get on my badside. Especially if you are saying it with an attitude of superiority.
And another thing, if you are a guy who I have never met before don't come in and tell me I'm a good looking gal. Just don't. Just because I can't run away from your creepiness, doesn't mean I want to hear it. You do not get to say thing you wouldn't say to other people just because I am behind a desk with a smile.
[/end rant]
Monday, July 16, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Sometimes camp is way more than hard
Probably just like in any profession dealing with teenagers/little kids, some days are harder than others. Wednesday was definitely one of those days.
We get all kinds of kids, with all kinds of problems. Some we can help them with, and some all we can do is hold their hands while they cry. It can be the best job and the worst job all at the same time. Sometimes we get to rejoice with good news, and victories, and other days we have to call Social Services. Even days where it's just discipline stuff can be hard, beacuse you know that most of the time the kids who are the biggest jerks are the ones who ned to be here the most.
Wednesday a couple of workers talked to me about a girl who admitted to them she had been raped about a year ago. It was the first time she had ever told anybody. Do you know what she said? She said she took some of the blame herself because she wore a skirt that day. My heart was just torn up over her. It continues to ache when I think about her. Hopefully she was convinced by her leaders to tell her mother, and even to go for some counseling.
It's not the first girl to come here and tell us something like that, and it won't be the last, but dang, it's just awful. I just want to be able to carry their burden for them. Just for a little while, until they can learn to handle it themselves.
I heard another story last week of a girl who told one of her leaders that her mom called her fat all the time, and was always trying to force her to lose weight by belittling her. Ugh. That is not okay. I wanted to tell her, tell her that moms shouldn't do that kind of stuff.
It's not that I want to be a downer today and say 'Hey, everything sucks.' Because like I said before camp is the best and the worst both. It's just that when we're living in community, sometimes we have to volunteer to mourn with those who mourn, along with rejoicing with those who rejoice.
We spend so much time trying not to be hurt, trying to not feel pain, so it seems very backwards to actually allow ourselves to open up to that. To not only voluntarily connect with someone in that way, but to do it because there's something beautiful in that connection.
We get all kinds of kids, with all kinds of problems. Some we can help them with, and some all we can do is hold their hands while they cry. It can be the best job and the worst job all at the same time. Sometimes we get to rejoice with good news, and victories, and other days we have to call Social Services. Even days where it's just discipline stuff can be hard, beacuse you know that most of the time the kids who are the biggest jerks are the ones who ned to be here the most.
Wednesday a couple of workers talked to me about a girl who admitted to them she had been raped about a year ago. It was the first time she had ever told anybody. Do you know what she said? She said she took some of the blame herself because she wore a skirt that day. My heart was just torn up over her. It continues to ache when I think about her. Hopefully she was convinced by her leaders to tell her mother, and even to go for some counseling.
It's not the first girl to come here and tell us something like that, and it won't be the last, but dang, it's just awful. I just want to be able to carry their burden for them. Just for a little while, until they can learn to handle it themselves.
I heard another story last week of a girl who told one of her leaders that her mom called her fat all the time, and was always trying to force her to lose weight by belittling her. Ugh. That is not okay. I wanted to tell her, tell her that moms shouldn't do that kind of stuff.
It's not that I want to be a downer today and say 'Hey, everything sucks.' Because like I said before camp is the best and the worst both. It's just that when we're living in community, sometimes we have to volunteer to mourn with those who mourn, along with rejoicing with those who rejoice.
We spend so much time trying not to be hurt, trying to not feel pain, so it seems very backwards to actually allow ourselves to open up to that. To not only voluntarily connect with someone in that way, but to do it because there's something beautiful in that connection.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Mailbox
Dear Rimmel,
makers of the new Rimmel ten day, extended wear, hard as nails,no chip topcoat, fingernail polish:
Three days, damn you! THREE DAYS!!!
exceedingly annoyed,
me
makers of the new Rimmel ten day, extended wear, hard as nails,no chip topcoat, fingernail polish:
Three days, damn you! THREE DAYS!!!
exceedingly annoyed,
me
Friday, July 6, 2007
In other news
The cats broke our cool rice paper floor lamp yesterday. I'm not sure exactly what happened, because it happened when I was at work. But I came home and the rice paper shade was completely ripped. My guess is that one of the kitlets tried to climb it and probably got a big surprise when it ripped and fell down.
They've never been interested in it before until we moved. It was like they saw it for the first time. Here's how I picture it happening:
Ollie: (spainish accent)Opal, how do you suppose we have *meesssed* such an interesting specimen of climbability before?
Opal:...
Ollie: You are right, we have simply been negligent in surveying our surroundings. But now that we see it, what should we do with it?
Opal: ...
Ollie: A most excellent suggestion, my infallible sister, but I prpose that since you are the more adventurous one, you try first.
Opal: ...
Ollie: No, I insist, my lovely counterpart, you first.
Opal: ...
Ollie: Fine, I will try it for you just this once.
(Lamp rips)
Ollie: I blame you.
Opal: ...
I really like that dang lamp. I want to find something similar to replace it.
They've never been interested in it before until we moved. It was like they saw it for the first time. Here's how I picture it happening:
Ollie: (spainish accent)Opal, how do you suppose we have *meesssed* such an interesting specimen of climbability before?
Opal:...
Ollie: You are right, we have simply been negligent in surveying our surroundings. But now that we see it, what should we do with it?
Opal: ...
Ollie: A most excellent suggestion, my infallible sister, but I prpose that since you are the more adventurous one, you try first.
Opal: ...
Ollie: No, I insist, my lovely counterpart, you first.
Opal: ...
Ollie: Fine, I will try it for you just this once.
(Lamp rips)
Ollie: I blame you.
Opal: ...
I really like that dang lamp. I want to find something similar to replace it.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Add this to the list of things I never knew could happen...
Here at camp we have dirt in our toilets.
No, I didn't say out toilets were dirty, we have actual sandbars in our toilets. Dirt that if you clean the next flush it comes back.
Our Cabin water runs from the lake through a mini-purification system. I've noticed before that when it rains it stirs up lots of stuff from the lake and our water gets a little cloudy for a couple days until everything settles down again.
Enter last week, where we had 6 staright days of rain. 6 straight days, people! Lake=flooded, roads=washed away, mud=everywhere, toilets=dirt.
So really, there's nothing I can do, it's just dirt from the lake until everything settles down again. But I have never seen it get this bad before.
I have this amazing urge to clean something right now.
No, I didn't say out toilets were dirty, we have actual sandbars in our toilets. Dirt that if you clean the next flush it comes back.
Our Cabin water runs from the lake through a mini-purification system. I've noticed before that when it rains it stirs up lots of stuff from the lake and our water gets a little cloudy for a couple days until everything settles down again.
Enter last week, where we had 6 staright days of rain. 6 straight days, people! Lake=flooded, roads=washed away, mud=everywhere, toilets=dirt.
So really, there's nothing I can do, it's just dirt from the lake until everything settles down again. But I have never seen it get this bad before.
I have this amazing urge to clean something right now.
Monday, July 2, 2007
domestic bliss?
Who knew that there would be so many perks to having a house? I mean there are of course the obvious ones:
-Painting any wall any color you like
-Putting holes in walls
-Not worrying about the downstairs neightbor when you're vacuuming at 3:00am
-Kitties no longer cramped
-Backyards
-Front Porches
-A walk to the car when I've forgtten something that doesn't involve two flights of stair and a parking lot
However, I have come to enjoy some other things that I didn't even think about when we first purchased a house:
-A dining room table to sit and pay bills at
-Fresh flowers from my garden
-A front porch light that I know someone turned on for me
-Making dinner, and not in a horribly cramped little kitchen with a mini stove
-A kitchen where four or five could stand or work comfortably
-Washing dishes, drying dishes, putting them all back in their place
-Waking up with a purring cat, headbutting my face, and snuggling down to sleep by my feet.
Welcome home, me!
-Painting any wall any color you like
-Putting holes in walls
-Not worrying about the downstairs neightbor when you're vacuuming at 3:00am
-Kitties no longer cramped
-Backyards
-Front Porches
-A walk to the car when I've forgtten something that doesn't involve two flights of stair and a parking lot
However, I have come to enjoy some other things that I didn't even think about when we first purchased a house:
-A dining room table to sit and pay bills at
-Fresh flowers from my garden
-A front porch light that I know someone turned on for me
-Making dinner, and not in a horribly cramped little kitchen with a mini stove
-A kitchen where four or five could stand or work comfortably
-Washing dishes, drying dishes, putting them all back in their place
-Waking up with a purring cat, headbutting my face, and snuggling down to sleep by my feet.
Welcome home, me!
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