It has been a loooong time since I've had the opportunity to write here. I'm sure you'll forgive me when you see what I've been up to.
Last time I posted, I might've fibbed. Chris and I were about to head on a trip to Ohio, where we surprised Katie (and Kat, no less!) To help with the surprise, I posted about how nothing was going on and how dull my life was.
And you all believed that?????? God, it's like you don't know me at all. :P
Anyhow, so we went to Ohio with his mother to visit his family and to see Katie and Kat. On the trip, he asked me to stop go go dancing -- and, yes, I have. Color me whipped, I guess. We also began to set up the ways we would stay in touch while I was out here -- World of Warcraft accounts (yesss, we're geeks, try not to be too ashamed of me). He also gave me a webcam. And of course, we have phones.
Anyways, we got back and immediately I began to prepare for my return to Pennsylvania for school -- which was merely days away. My Aunt Susan and Uncle Robert also came to RI for a visit in the same few days. I saw them one day, which was a day spent with Chris as well -- and thne I was off.
I got pulled over on my way to PA in New Jersey. I won't go into too much detail, but I owe $240 dollars for my speeding ticket. And -- strangely enough -- my financial situation isn't terrible so I'm not really worried about it.
The really terrible things started happening when I got to Pennsylvania. See, I had planned to live in this in-law apartment four blocks away from campus. When I got to PA they informed me that their property had been put up for sale and that I could met on a month-to-month basis. I was like "Uhhhh....no" and began my trek as a hobo, bouncing first from Jess' apartment to Nicole's apartment, to Jason's couch, to finally getting a place with Carl and Damon! I'm back in the apartment complex I lived in with Katie last school year, but with each of us paying a third of the rent it works out to be a pretty good deal.
I started classes as a hobo, so getting into the swing of things has been pretty difficult. We're still moving in. Chris came this weekend to visit, which was good because this distance thing has been incredibly difficult for us both on top of all of this. He left today.
So, now you're all caught up!!! :)
Showing posts with label Friends - Jess. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends - Jess. Show all posts
Monday, September 01, 2008
Saturday, September 23, 2006
More misadventures!
The past day or so have been...well...eventful.
You see, yesterday, I skipped math class. I had a job interview at Abercrombie & Fitch. Funny thing though. It was okay though, I needed the break. We'd been learning about other bases, and ancient number systems, and other things that made my brain leak out my ears. Which, ew at the mental image. Moving on....
On the way to the mall, the most exciting thing happened. You see, in Rhode Island, we're shitty drivers. I'm a better drive than most Rhode Islanders, and I am far from being good at driving. So, we're driving. My friend Jess, who is coming with me, looks out the window and goes "Oh, they're cute!" to the people driving on our right. That was my only warning, but fortunately it got me to ease on my brakes or I probably would have hit the cement barrier to my left to avoid getting hit by them.
Those same people procede to cut us off, which ordinarily would piss me the fuck off. I have terrible road rage, and I would've been cursing up a storm at that. Except for one thing. They're license plate. It had the inmistakable waves on it. I, in Central Bumfuck Pennsylvania, and been cut off by one of my own people! I was ecstatic!
The first thing, of course, is that the bathroom in Park City is totally automated. So this leads to about twenty minutes in it every time. Why? Well, because the sink's won't turn on right away. You hold out your hands for, roughly, forever. Finally water comes out. Not in like a stream though -- oh no -- in spurts. It spurts out at your hands. And then you try to get soap, which I have not managed to get to work once. And then, you have to get more spurts of water. Or you give up, and you go over to the automated hand dryer. And you wave your hands under it. Nothing happens. You wave your hands around it, circling the machine, then moving your hands in front of it. Obviously, nothing happens. You wave your hands under it. Nothing happens. You're about ready to give up and you pull your hands away and the thing comes roaring to life. So you shove your hands back up near it and try to dry your hands. But air dryers never work anyways. But I have yet to find any paper towles (although the trash can is full of them so they must be somewhere in there). So I inevitably leave with wet hands that have not been washed with soap.
We went up the escalator and, of course, stopped in Abercrombie (hot employees, obvi!!) Plus, y'know, my interview, which wasn't for a while yet. So then we went into H&M, and then into Victoria's Secret because Jess needed a bra. We'd been in H&M long enough though, that I had to bail on her for my interview. Or I thought I did.
Abercrombie does these group interviews twice a week. So I sat down on the couch and waited. No one else showed up, and no manager either. So I went to the counter and casually asked if they wanted me to come back. And by casually, I mean first I watched them goof off behind the ocunter, laughed at them, conversed a little bit, and then asked. Two of them jumped up and ran into the backroom. One of them returned and said they wanted me to come back Tuesday. Fortunately, Western Civ. is canceled on Tuesday. So I agreed to.
My friend Zach, who works there, wants me to work with him and I would love to. Also, I am dying to get myself a nice denim jacket, and the discount on the ones in Abercrombie (which are $40!!!) would be all kinds of famazing.
So Jess and I met up again, continued our oggling of both clothing and pretty people, and ended up in a store called Rave. A woman's clothing store. The employees were friendly, so we chilled with them for a while. This one guy who who works there was clearly hitting on me, but that was fine. He wasn't making me uncomfortable, so I pretty much ignored it and was just conversational.
So, a bit later, Jess convinces me to try on some women's jeans. She picks out a size 1 and a size 3 for me to try on. I relented, and went into the fitting room. I tried the size 1 first.
Jess: "How do they look?"
Me: "They won't go past my thigh and I can't get my other leg in. Who wears these and how long have they not been eating for?"
The size threes fit (barely) so she bought them for me. I actually wore them today. I had to wear them very low so I could breath. But dayum did my ass look FINE. :P
Last night was Amateur Strip Night at the club in Harrisburg, so I took some people with me. At first, I was the only one who was stripping (and I was only stripping because I was being made to because of the whole Mr. Shimmer ordeal). Then one of the other club regulars who pretty much strips most nights anyways showed up, and he ready to go.
Only thing is, we needed three contestants. So we spent the rest of the night trying to find one more contestant, male, female, both, neither, didn't matter. No one seemed willing. Finally, at 1 pm, my friend Mario had had enough to drink and we convinced/forced him to participate.
And he won!!!!!!!
So, then we were in the parking lot when I ran into Zach, and he told me I was crazy for wanting to interview at Rave and he was acting like I already had the job. Whatev. But then I ran into another friend of mine, and a bunch of us ended up at a diner. So I didn't get back to school until 4:30 am. At which point, I pretty much passed out in my bed and awoke at 11:30 and got dressed for another day of fun mall adventures.
You see, I had to interview at Rave. This time, my friend Sara came with me. She bought clothes, more than she probably should have, at various stores. I brought her inside Abercrombie, which made her feel dirty.
And then it came time for my interview. I went into Rave. And Jon, the guy who was supposed to interview me (and had been hitting on me yesterday) was not there. So I mentioned he'd said I could call his cell phone, but he'd decidedly not left his cell phone number. So they gave it to me, and I called to find out why he wasn't at work when he was supposed to be.
And then I found out that I was actually interviewing for an assistant manager position, so the fact that I can call late employees was good. I also related a tale from when I was stage managing of when I went and got one of my actors. They seemed impressed by that. So, hopefully, my job hunt is over. Hopefully. We'll see.
You see, yesterday, I skipped math class. I had a job interview at Abercrombie & Fitch. Funny thing though. It was okay though, I needed the break. We'd been learning about other bases, and ancient number systems, and other things that made my brain leak out my ears. Which, ew at the mental image. Moving on....
On the way to the mall, the most exciting thing happened. You see, in Rhode Island, we're shitty drivers. I'm a better drive than most Rhode Islanders, and I am far from being good at driving. So, we're driving. My friend Jess, who is coming with me, looks out the window and goes "Oh, they're cute!" to the people driving on our right. That was my only warning, but fortunately it got me to ease on my brakes or I probably would have hit the cement barrier to my left to avoid getting hit by them.Those same people procede to cut us off, which ordinarily would piss me the fuck off. I have terrible road rage, and I would've been cursing up a storm at that. Except for one thing. They're license plate. It had the inmistakable waves on it. I, in Central Bumfuck Pennsylvania, and been cut off by one of my own people! I was ecstatic!
The first thing, of course, is that the bathroom in Park City is totally automated. So this leads to about twenty minutes in it every time. Why? Well, because the sink's won't turn on right away. You hold out your hands for, roughly, forever. Finally water comes out. Not in like a stream though -- oh no -- in spurts. It spurts out at your hands. And then you try to get soap, which I have not managed to get to work once. And then, you have to get more spurts of water. Or you give up, and you go over to the automated hand dryer. And you wave your hands under it. Nothing happens. You wave your hands around it, circling the machine, then moving your hands in front of it. Obviously, nothing happens. You wave your hands under it. Nothing happens. You're about ready to give up and you pull your hands away and the thing comes roaring to life. So you shove your hands back up near it and try to dry your hands. But air dryers never work anyways. But I have yet to find any paper towles (although the trash can is full of them so they must be somewhere in there). So I inevitably leave with wet hands that have not been washed with soap.We went up the escalator and, of course, stopped in Abercrombie (hot employees, obvi!!) Plus, y'know, my interview, which wasn't for a while yet. So then we went into H&M, and then into Victoria's Secret because Jess needed a bra. We'd been in H&M long enough though, that I had to bail on her for my interview. Or I thought I did.
Abercrombie does these group interviews twice a week. So I sat down on the couch and waited. No one else showed up, and no manager either. So I went to the counter and casually asked if they wanted me to come back. And by casually, I mean first I watched them goof off behind the ocunter, laughed at them, conversed a little bit, and then asked. Two of them jumped up and ran into the backroom. One of them returned and said they wanted me to come back Tuesday. Fortunately, Western Civ. is canceled on Tuesday. So I agreed to.
My friend Zach, who works there, wants me to work with him and I would love to. Also, I am dying to get myself a nice denim jacket, and the discount on the ones in Abercrombie (which are $40!!!) would be all kinds of famazing.
So Jess and I met up again, continued our oggling of both clothing and pretty people, and ended up in a store called Rave. A woman's clothing store. The employees were friendly, so we chilled with them for a while. This one guy who who works there was clearly hitting on me, but that was fine. He wasn't making me uncomfortable, so I pretty much ignored it and was just conversational.
So, a bit later, Jess convinces me to try on some women's jeans. She picks out a size 1 and a size 3 for me to try on. I relented, and went into the fitting room. I tried the size 1 first.
Jess: "How do they look?"
Me: "They won't go past my thigh and I can't get my other leg in. Who wears these and how long have they not been eating for?"
The size threes fit (barely) so she bought them for me. I actually wore them today. I had to wear them very low so I could breath. But dayum did my ass look FINE. :P
Last night was Amateur Strip Night at the club in Harrisburg, so I took some people with me. At first, I was the only one who was stripping (and I was only stripping because I was being made to because of the whole Mr. Shimmer ordeal). Then one of the other club regulars who pretty much strips most nights anyways showed up, and he ready to go.
Only thing is, we needed three contestants. So we spent the rest of the night trying to find one more contestant, male, female, both, neither, didn't matter. No one seemed willing. Finally, at 1 pm, my friend Mario had had enough to drink and we convinced/forced him to participate.
And he won!!!!!!!
So, then we were in the parking lot when I ran into Zach, and he told me I was crazy for wanting to interview at Rave and he was acting like I already had the job. Whatev. But then I ran into another friend of mine, and a bunch of us ended up at a diner. So I didn't get back to school until 4:30 am. At which point, I pretty much passed out in my bed and awoke at 11:30 and got dressed for another day of fun mall adventures.
You see, I had to interview at Rave. This time, my friend Sara came with me. She bought clothes, more than she probably should have, at various stores. I brought her inside Abercrombie, which made her feel dirty.
And then it came time for my interview. I went into Rave. And Jon, the guy who was supposed to interview me (and had been hitting on me yesterday) was not there. So I mentioned he'd said I could call his cell phone, but he'd decidedly not left his cell phone number. So they gave it to me, and I called to find out why he wasn't at work when he was supposed to be.
And then I found out that I was actually interviewing for an assistant manager position, so the fact that I can call late employees was good. I also related a tale from when I was stage managing of when I went and got one of my actors. They seemed impressed by that. So, hopefully, my job hunt is over. Hopefully. We'll see.
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