Monday, June 7, 2010

let me sum up


"Let me explain. No, there is too much- let me sum up."

OK, this is the point I have reached in my summer:
  • all my e-mail messages are automated from a scholarship website or schedules from my boss.
  • I can't remember what day of the week it is. Probably because I have no weekends anymore.
  • I can't remember what I have been doing with myself for the past week (other than work) but I feel like I've been busy...
  • The air conditioning is still not on- and it's really becoming noticeable.
  • I have a routine: wake up, eat, work, eat, TV, read, sleep. rinse and repeat.
My job is both good and bad. Good because I have something to do. Every. Day. Bad because it's a job.

My position as a concession stand operator/spray park attendant has guaranteed a certain amount of yelling. Not AT people, mind you, just in general. Shouting through the concession window, hollering "WALK" at random intervals to reinforce my position of power (because I don't get to have a whistle), and repeating my self over and over telling people where to buy wristbands and that they can't have food or Gatorade. Heaven forbid someone drink colored water in a giant sprinkler park.

My throat has been killing me since my second day of work. And there is no down time to recover. I suggested putting up a sign saying NO FOOD OR DRINK but of course my throat is less important than city budget.

However, I was nervous about taking a Spanish class next semester for my minor because I didn't take any Spanish last year. After a summer at a city park in Roswell, GA, I think I'll be in pretty good standing with my foreign language. I TOLD YOU Spanish would be more helpful than French, sixth grade naysayers!

3 comments:

  1. Claire-bear, I am so sorry you don't get any time off at all. It is nice having something to keep you occupied/a source of income, but my one day off a week is what keeps me going. But persevere, my friend, you shall overcome. And you will be so stinking rich by the end of the summer. My job ends at the end of this month, most likely. I am getting nervous about having to spend more than 5 hours at home. Also, anyone who told you French was more useful than Spanish was probably under the influence of either alcohol or lack of life experience.

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  2. They don't give you a whistle? That's ridiculous. You need a whistle to get people's attention in the first place, half the time.

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  3. Hey, maybe you could practice yelling in Spanish...at least it would at a little variety to your day.

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