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effervescible) wrote2004-06-04 02:24 pm
effervescible) wrote2004-06-04 02:24 pm
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It's like an episode of Marmalade Boy, only boring
So, as I noted in an earlier friendslocked post, we bought a house. Well, not so much "we" as my parents...and I guess not so much "my parents" as the bank. It's pretty and large and has a basement and a ginormous hot tub (can you guess what the major selling points were for me?) and is in a nicer neighborhood so I'm defriending all of you peons effective now.
Not really. Anyway, we've had a few people in to see our house--we were thinking of renting it instead of selling it. Easier to find tenant, and it'd be a nice extra source of income. Incidentally, the couple whose house we are buying came to see our house. They already own a plot of land and were going to live in an apartment for a year after selling their house while they built a new house.
You see where this is going, don't you.
Yep; they're going to rent our house. We're switching houses. I really hope everyone else has an idea about how the moving process will go, because I sure don't. All I know is that Mom is already in a packing frenzy, which leads to things like me pointing out that a pot is a useful thing to have, so could we maybe unpack one so I can make spaghetti? Thanks.
Had my first night back at Dairy Queen last night. A had a few moments of dumbness ("Where's the peanut butter? Oh. In front of me, eh?") due to being gone so long, but things rushed back really fast. That's both comforting and deeply terrifying. Working at DQ is comfortable in the sense that I know the manager and a bunch of the workers well, the flexible is schedule, and I'm more or less respected. Damn well better be, after all these years. It's also rather icky, because at the end of the night I'm coming home covered in ice cream gunk. It's better than scrubbing toilets, but cleaning out the blizzard cylinder sink drains at the end of the night should send chills down anyone's back. Also I start to resemble an automaton after a while. "How-can-I-help-you-that-will-be-$2.89-have-a-good-evening." The woman who paid for two sundaes with a hundred dollar bill needed a good smacking, but the soul-deadening feeling that comes with food service saved her life.
Generally I try and think of it as building up good job karma. I'm not ashamed of working there. Who hasn't had to work crappy jobs, except for Paris Hilton? I did discover that I don't want people I don't like to see me working there, but that's because they suck and I rock and I should have a cool job and they should clean gutters. ;) OMG I am so totallie rational! See, this is what being forced to play doubles with a real maroon will do to you.
The nice thing is that I'm only working there part-time while I do an unpaid internship. Where at? Weeeeell...this isn't locked so I won't go into detail anyway, but I've interviewed at two places now. I'm leaning towards the first one, but the second one is the one that's enthusiastic about definitely wanting me. So I'll call the first place back and see if my decision-making process is moot. If it is, in a few months I'll be sure to post some Limited advertisements and be "omg! I was there when this was shot!" and you can all comment and get a tingly feeling in your pink parts.
ETA: Heh, just got a rejection e-mail from the first place. Fuckers! *shakes fists* I'm sure this would sting more, but the smugness of having the second place be enthusiastic about wanting me before they even met me is a soothing balm.
In less interesting news, a certain stage in Dynasty Warriors 3 continues to thwart me (only in Musou mode. Damn irony) and I've discovered that the library has an excellent true crime section. WOOT! I swear, if you guys had access to my reading list, you'd really worry about me. The ones that don't already, I mean.
Hm, not much more to say at the moment. I guess I'll go shrivel some souls and destroy people's dreams of being writers, as I am wont to do.
Not really. Anyway, we've had a few people in to see our house--we were thinking of renting it instead of selling it. Easier to find tenant, and it'd be a nice extra source of income. Incidentally, the couple whose house we are buying came to see our house. They already own a plot of land and were going to live in an apartment for a year after selling their house while they built a new house.
You see where this is going, don't you.
Yep; they're going to rent our house. We're switching houses. I really hope everyone else has an idea about how the moving process will go, because I sure don't. All I know is that Mom is already in a packing frenzy, which leads to things like me pointing out that a pot is a useful thing to have, so could we maybe unpack one so I can make spaghetti? Thanks.
Had my first night back at Dairy Queen last night. A had a few moments of dumbness ("Where's the peanut butter? Oh. In front of me, eh?") due to being gone so long, but things rushed back really fast. That's both comforting and deeply terrifying. Working at DQ is comfortable in the sense that I know the manager and a bunch of the workers well, the flexible is schedule, and I'm more or less respected. Damn well better be, after all these years. It's also rather icky, because at the end of the night I'm coming home covered in ice cream gunk. It's better than scrubbing toilets, but cleaning out the blizzard cylinder sink drains at the end of the night should send chills down anyone's back. Also I start to resemble an automaton after a while. "How-can-I-help-you-that-will-be-$2.89-have-a-good-evening." The woman who paid for two sundaes with a hundred dollar bill needed a good smacking, but the soul-deadening feeling that comes with food service saved her life.
Generally I try and think of it as building up good job karma. I'm not ashamed of working there. Who hasn't had to work crappy jobs, except for Paris Hilton? I did discover that I don't want people I don't like to see me working there, but that's because they suck and I rock and I should have a cool job and they should clean gutters. ;) OMG I am so totallie rational! See, this is what being forced to play doubles with a real maroon will do to you.
The nice thing is that I'm only working there part-time while I do an unpaid internship. Where at? Weeeeell...this isn't locked so I won't go into detail anyway, but I've interviewed at two places now. I'm leaning towards the first one, but the second one is the one that's enthusiastic about definitely wanting me. So I'll call the first place back and see if my decision-making process is moot. If it is, in a few months I'll be sure to post some Limited advertisements and be "omg! I was there when this was shot!" and you can all comment and get a tingly feeling in your pink parts.
ETA: Heh, just got a rejection e-mail from the first place. Fuckers! *shakes fists* I'm sure this would sting more, but the smugness of having the second place be enthusiastic about wanting me before they even met me is a soothing balm.
In less interesting news, a certain stage in Dynasty Warriors 3 continues to thwart me (only in Musou mode. Damn irony) and I've discovered that the library has an excellent true crime section. WOOT! I swear, if you guys had access to my reading list, you'd really worry about me. The ones that don't already, I mean.
Hm, not much more to say at the moment. I guess I'll go shrivel some souls and destroy people's dreams of being writers, as I am wont to do.
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Getting free ice cream? Good ...
We were a funny bunch. We had this book of DQ-isms, i.e., stupid things people ask for when they order. "Can I have a peanut bluster parfait?" Or, how about a "flurry?"
'Yeah, go back to Tastee-Freez, you moron...'
One time a guy asked for a jizz sundae. Heh, I was 16 and really stupid at the time. (I didn't know what that meant until someone explained it... hah ...)
Good times.
And I'll tell you what: I still get annoyed if I go to the Dairy Queen and my ice cream cone / sundae does not have that Trademark Curl. Isn't that the first thing they teach you?? Slackers...
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Mmmphrflrph. (That's muffled work laughing.)
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