Mundane ESP

Friday Five:
1. What was your first job? My first “real” job was at World Gym in Largo, in Kids’ World. I watched the gym members’ kids, since they weren’t allowed on the gym floor.
2. How much did you make? $5.50/hr.
3. Describe your least favorite co-worker of all time. Someone lazy. If you’re getting paid to do something, you should do it. Period. And sometimes, consider doing things you’re not explicitly paid to do, just out of courtesy. (Say, reloading a copy machine when you use up all the paper, or something like that.)
4. What is your dream job? One where I make enough money to live comfortably and feel like I’m doing something useful. Hence (hopefully!), teaching.
5. What do you currently do and do you like it? How timely: a job question when I actually have a job. Like I said, I sort files for Long Fence and Home. (You know how all those chain-link fences have the signs that say “Long Fence”? That’s them. It took forever for me to figure out that those signs are logos, not descriptors (i.e., the fences are long), but they also do kitchens, custom windows, siding, and gutters.) It’s boring and tedious, but I need the money, and it’s not as bad as you’d think.

I have been having a really weird day for signs.

  • I imagined Matt (the guy at work) and I would eventually have the Musical Preference conversation. Today, we did.
  • At dinner tonight at IHOP, Greg mockingly used the expression “OMGWTFBBQ,” which I’d never heard before. I saw it for the first time just now in a comment in one of my LJ communities.
  • Last night, something told me to check the alarm time before I set it. It was an hour later than it was supposed to be. I definitely would have overslept. Well, it’s not so much that I checked the time (I always do that), but that I checked it while I was still in the middle of praying, which is earlier than usual.
  • I had a feeling I’d be rushing to work this morning, so I might be late. As soon as I got on Rt. 5, I hit horrible traffic. I get on at exit 7, and it was bumper-to-bumper until exit 15. I was twenty minutes late for work.
  • I had a feeling I might need my umbrella today, so I took it with me, but my OMGlate rush meant I left it in the car. It rained like mad at work, but miraculously stopped before I had to leave.
  • I’ve been taking my lunch with me to work all week. I usually listen to the radio in my car while I eat. It’s really cold in the building, so I also get a chance to warm up a little. Today, I decided to go out and buy lunch. When I got there, I found out the accountant (who’s temporarily in charge of the company) was treating us all to barbecue for lunch.

Full-time work sucks. I get home and settled around 6pm. Then, I’m so hungry I have to eat as soon as possible. I check my email, blog-hop a bit, and watch some tv. By 10pm, I’m dead tired and I have to get ready for bed. I don’t understand it. School never made me this tired, and then I had to think during the day (filing doesn’t require much thought, really) and work more at night when I got home. I told my mom about this, and she said, “See, and you were complaining about how you couldn’t wait until you got out of school.” I (correctly) said, “I never said that!” “Or how you just wanted to be eighteen.” “I never said that either!” I hate it when she does that. You’d think nearly nineteen years would convince the woman that I am permanently atypical.

So. I’m very tired now, and Mom’s watching tv in the living room, keeping me from Degrassi and Instant Star (which I watched for the first time last week — not bad, but not great). Back to that DracoTrilogyHeirOfHufflepuff!Ginny icon I’ve been working on.



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