Job Hunt 6/16/2001
Just some rambling, unimportant thoughts I wanted to write about. My sister did not ruin my grandpa's paints. She left them at my aunt's house, which is fine. They're safe. It sounds silly, but those paints were really important to me. I plan on using them for some of my best paintings.
Becca came back from Jamaica, looking tanned and beautiful. She had a wonderful time, of course. Not that I'm wishing something bad to happen to her, but it would be nice if she could lose some of her perfectness. (Yes, I do make up my own words).
I'm very bored without school. For the past four years, I've always had reports to research, tests to study for, or summer assignments to do. I should be lucky for having so much free time. I'm sure that when I'm in SU, I'll be looking back with envy. I start my job as a camp counselor soon. It's weird, but these next few weeks are the last time (hopefully) that I will be unemployed. After camp, I'll be doing workstudy at my school, and then next summer I'll be working at the camp again. It's so weird to think of myself as a working adult...
Oh, speaking of workstudy, I just found out that SU does not offer library jobs. This sucks. I was really looking forward to working in the library; I heard they were the best jobs. I'm thinking of being a lab tech, but there are problems with that job. It says that I will not only be setting up labs but also "caring for specimens." What specimens? Like, they're going to make me take car of Kermit and then I'll see him later on my dissection dish? Hm...Then, I was looking up "Child Care Aide," and I thought "Perfect! I love kids!" Then, I was reading the job description and it said that I may be changing diapers. Um, for six bucks an hour, it's not worth it. I'm thinking of being a tutor...but what would I tutor people? History? English? I'm good at these subjects, but what if the people who need tutoring aren't in the same English/history class I'm in and I'm not familiar with the material they're going over? Hmm. I may try and work for the people in the Admissions Office. I definitely do not want to work in the cafeteria. (No offense to the people who do.) Serving rich kids their food, and then cleaning up after them is just too much for my pride to handle. I'd rather reject the money I was given for workstudy and go into debt. Or I'd work off the extra money during the summer or something. Yeah...anyway. I have too much time on my hands...
Phobia of the Day: Telephonophobia- Fear of telephones
Until Later
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