I went to work out today. I just stayed on one machine. I kind of hate working out, though I love walks. I get bored really easy, even when I have my music with me to help distract me.
Some friends came in. One of them saw I had a book near my machine and asked if I wanted to put it up on my console to read. I told her that wouldn't be necessary. Lizzie came in later and worked out on one of the machines that lets you jog in place. (I clearly am not much for working out, just because I have no idea what that machine is called.)
After showering off, I noticed that I have sores on my toes, which annoys me deeply, because I've had these sneakers for a year and seriously, I walk in them everywhere. One of my toes is half covered in one, which means when it breaks open (and it inevitably will...) it's going to hurt badly.
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Saturday, September 11, 2010
In My Face
I was working with Danielle, who I've worked with a couple of times before and is really nice. Based on the last time we hung out, I had some questions for her about how the last few days had gone (since in that time she had classes and dates she was looking forward too.) I didn't really mean to come up with a list of questions (the way Ryan does), but I realized about two minutes after she first came in that I did. She's very talkative, which is nice, but I only got through a couple of my questions before two of her guy friends came in and wanted to hang with her.
We were busy, but it was okay. I spent my time wandering around, straightening things on the shelves and talking to customers. I'm pretty good at remembering who I talk to, so I always make a point at going up to customers early on and asking if they need help finding something. Most of the time they don't, but sometimes someone asks for something and I do my best.
It was mostly uneventful. Several young boys came in and reeked the window display so that it looked like several things were having sex. I gave them my best school marm looks, and they thankfully left. And then I fixed the display.
Danielle was a little upset because she was afraid that she was going to have to work on her birthday. She got a call from the boss while we were there that she could have the day off, and she was very grateful. One of our other co-workers, Lucy, came in to see us, bringing Danielle a drink and her birthday present, a necklace with a bird on it.
"I love birds!" she exclaimed.
Lucy brought a male friend with her who's name I didn't catch.
"You're Lucy's boyfriend?" I asked while shaking his hand.
"Oh, no." Okay.
Near the end of the night, one guy had this tendency to get right up into my face. Later, I remembered Dan once complaining about my tendency to get up into his face. He's the only person who's ever complained about that with me, but I think I understand now why it bothers him. A lot of men do that to me, and it's a little creepy.
He was one of the last people in the store. (Fifteen minutes after closing! For the love of God, please, leave!) He asked Danielle at one point if she worked out. He talked her ear off, and I wished he would just go.
We were busy, but it was okay. I spent my time wandering around, straightening things on the shelves and talking to customers. I'm pretty good at remembering who I talk to, so I always make a point at going up to customers early on and asking if they need help finding something. Most of the time they don't, but sometimes someone asks for something and I do my best.
It was mostly uneventful. Several young boys came in and reeked the window display so that it looked like several things were having sex. I gave them my best school marm looks, and they thankfully left. And then I fixed the display.
Danielle was a little upset because she was afraid that she was going to have to work on her birthday. She got a call from the boss while we were there that she could have the day off, and she was very grateful. One of our other co-workers, Lucy, came in to see us, bringing Danielle a drink and her birthday present, a necklace with a bird on it.
"I love birds!" she exclaimed.
Lucy brought a male friend with her who's name I didn't catch.
"You're Lucy's boyfriend?" I asked while shaking his hand.
"Oh, no." Okay.
Near the end of the night, one guy had this tendency to get right up into my face. Later, I remembered Dan once complaining about my tendency to get up into his face. He's the only person who's ever complained about that with me, but I think I understand now why it bothers him. A lot of men do that to me, and it's a little creepy.
He was one of the last people in the store. (Fifteen minutes after closing! For the love of God, please, leave!) He asked Danielle at one point if she worked out. He talked her ear off, and I wished he would just go.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Last Day of Classes or, A Muppet Version of The Divine Comedy
Zut alors. Today was my last day of classes. I was kind of wondering if something of note was going to happen, but nothing really did.
Morning meant African history, where we watched this cool movie called Poison Fire. It's about the destruction of the Niger Delta by oil companies. If you think the oil spill in the news lately was bad, you haven't seen even a millionth of it.
Lunch with friends, where mostly we talked about movies. I asked Dan about his future plans, and he told me that he was planning on being around MSU for another year.
Early Modern European history next, which was okay. I'm still on the fence about the class. The subject is mostly interesting, and most of the other students are alright, but the professor frustrates me. I'm going to really miss Kelly, who is probably my closest friend in the class. We had a great discussion today about The Divine Comedy. It's been years since I read it, and trying to have a discussion about it to a class that hadn't read it is trying. The professor made this strange comparison between Dante's masterpiece and A Christmas Carol. I joked that now I want to see a Muppet version of The Divine Comedy.
I actually think the idea has some potential. Imagine it: Kermit as Dante, Fonzie as Virgil. A bunch of the characters can play saints. If we wanted to integrate some of the Seasame Street characters, I'd say Oscar the Grouch would have to be in Hell, just 'cause he's so miserable. ("Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!") The best part of this idea: Miss Piggy as Beatrice. Lol. She's totally the opposite of Beatrice, but I feel like it would be fun.
My last class was my feminism class. I feel like I've gotten a lot out of this class. Sam and I were talking last night, and she mentioned that she totally wanted to have a "angry feminist rant day," and I totally agree with her. I need to vent some anger; I don't care how silly I sound. Mostly, we ate snacks and talked about Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit.
I'm going to really miss hanging with certain people in this class, mostly Erin, Jamie, Kate and Sam. I met each of them a different year of college. Sam I met in my very first English class (so it feels appropriate we're ending in the same class.) Erin I met through Jon and Jane. Kate I met in my Greek Religion class. And Jamie I just met right before school started this term. Everywhere I go this last week or so, I find myself looking back to whoever I run into and think "Oh my gosh! We've known each other for x amount of years, but it seemed like I met you a month ago." Things really do fly by.
My big plans this evening were a walk and a nap. I ran into Mark and got sidetracked. Mark is really awesome. He's one of those people who you connect to on such a deep level. I feel like we are on the same wavelength. Quite possibly we could talk forever and never say everything. I have a couple of other friends like that (Josie, Colin, and Ashley all come to mind), and I love finding a new one. It's good to know somewhere someone gets you.
So no walk today, shockingly. Just a nap.
Basically, nothing interesting happened today (as a certain British king infamously wrote...), but I always end up missing the little and strange things about my past. When I think on my past, I always miss the people in it, especially the ones I don't see often anymore. I miss those great conversations, and the regular meet-ups (hallways, cafeterias, classrooms, church, basements, the woods, the Forum) and the jokes. And that's probably what I'll miss most about here: wandering into my friend's rooms at all hours of the day and night to talk or watch Jeopardy or House or Chuck, sitting around in the hallways having hours-long conversations and then getting yelled at by the mentors, having "homework parties" in rooms or lobbies, running into each other in unexpected places, taking classes together, making bad horror films late at night in the basement like the one above, caf sitting, office hours, working, and generally being a family.
It's going to take a while for me to move on. I don't even have the time right now to compress and get all my feelings out. By this time next week, I hope to begin the process.
Morning meant African history, where we watched this cool movie called Poison Fire. It's about the destruction of the Niger Delta by oil companies. If you think the oil spill in the news lately was bad, you haven't seen even a millionth of it.
Lunch with friends, where mostly we talked about movies. I asked Dan about his future plans, and he told me that he was planning on being around MSU for another year.
Early Modern European history next, which was okay. I'm still on the fence about the class. The subject is mostly interesting, and most of the other students are alright, but the professor frustrates me. I'm going to really miss Kelly, who is probably my closest friend in the class. We had a great discussion today about The Divine Comedy. It's been years since I read it, and trying to have a discussion about it to a class that hadn't read it is trying. The professor made this strange comparison between Dante's masterpiece and A Christmas Carol. I joked that now I want to see a Muppet version of The Divine Comedy.
I actually think the idea has some potential. Imagine it: Kermit as Dante, Fonzie as Virgil. A bunch of the characters can play saints. If we wanted to integrate some of the Seasame Street characters, I'd say Oscar the Grouch would have to be in Hell, just 'cause he's so miserable. ("Abandon all hope, ye who enter here!") The best part of this idea: Miss Piggy as Beatrice. Lol. She's totally the opposite of Beatrice, but I feel like it would be fun.
My last class was my feminism class. I feel like I've gotten a lot out of this class. Sam and I were talking last night, and she mentioned that she totally wanted to have a "angry feminist rant day," and I totally agree with her. I need to vent some anger; I don't care how silly I sound. Mostly, we ate snacks and talked about Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit.
I'm going to really miss hanging with certain people in this class, mostly Erin, Jamie, Kate and Sam. I met each of them a different year of college. Sam I met in my very first English class (so it feels appropriate we're ending in the same class.) Erin I met through Jon and Jane. Kate I met in my Greek Religion class. And Jamie I just met right before school started this term. Everywhere I go this last week or so, I find myself looking back to whoever I run into and think "Oh my gosh! We've known each other for x amount of years, but it seemed like I met you a month ago." Things really do fly by.
My big plans this evening were a walk and a nap. I ran into Mark and got sidetracked. Mark is really awesome. He's one of those people who you connect to on such a deep level. I feel like we are on the same wavelength. Quite possibly we could talk forever and never say everything. I have a couple of other friends like that (Josie, Colin, and Ashley all come to mind), and I love finding a new one. It's good to know somewhere someone gets you.
So no walk today, shockingly. Just a nap.
Basically, nothing interesting happened today (as a certain British king infamously wrote...), but I always end up missing the little and strange things about my past. When I think on my past, I always miss the people in it, especially the ones I don't see often anymore. I miss those great conversations, and the regular meet-ups (hallways, cafeterias, classrooms, church, basements, the woods, the Forum) and the jokes. And that's probably what I'll miss most about here: wandering into my friend's rooms at all hours of the day and night to talk or watch Jeopardy or House or Chuck, sitting around in the hallways having hours-long conversations and then getting yelled at by the mentors, having "homework parties" in rooms or lobbies, running into each other in unexpected places, taking classes together, making bad horror films late at night in the basement like the one above, caf sitting, office hours, working, and generally being a family.
It's going to take a while for me to move on. I don't even have the time right now to compress and get all my feelings out. By this time next week, I hope to begin the process.
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