crap-ass update (bookmark)
Jul. 2nd, 2005 12:17 amOkay, let's get this show started...
Umm... Jobs. Had my lifeguarding interview on Thursday. Part of the interview was a test of my ability to retrieve a 100 pound brick, tread water with the brick and my head above water for a minute and a half, and swim 200 yards in under four minutes. I treaded water for thirty seconds and failed. They said I could do the retrieval, laps, and interview and do the treading another day. So I attempted the laps next, and did about 35 yards at fullest speed and ran out of energy. I totally, completely, wasted the interviewers time, and proved to myself just how insanely out of shape I am. I used to be able to do that no problem! I told the interviewer that I would come back another semester, after I had trained. After I came out of the shower room she told me that the St. Paul pool is desperate for lifeguards and doesn't have those physical tests, but I don't want to be a lifeguard if I can't pass those basic tests. So, yeah, starting Sunday I'm going to be going to the U Rec Center on basically a daily basis to swim lots and do a bit of machine work. (Was going to start tomorrow (Saturday), but stuff came up with a co-worker and I won't be able to make it to the Rec Center before it closes.)
At least I won't have to worry about deciding between the lifeguarding position and the bookstore position.
Becca. Becca(-zen) is my family dog who's been around since I was probably six (she was a tiny puppy when we got her). She now has serious arthritis, and Dad called me while I was MAS last night to tell me that depending on what the vet would say today, we might put her down Saturday. I was really scared about putting her down Saturday, since I was going to be working 5-close, and I really didn't want to go to work after that. The good news is that the vet ended up trying a new steroid, but it probably won't be good enough, and Dad thinks we'll probably end up putting her down within the month. This is why I want to borrow a camcorder: I want to record her and us spending time with her so I'll never forget her like I have Bitsy(-dao), Carmel, and Isis.
Next... OVA block. I don't like the OVA block. Watching a different show each week really makes me more likely to leave just 'cuz, and I don't like not feeling like I have a reason to stay for the last hour. I don't even leave early when we have a regular program I don't like. I'm scared of getting into the habit of just not staying. Blech.
Yaron came back today. He's scheduled to start work on Tuesday, but I know there's no way he'll stay away. I'm so nervous! Blech^2.
I'm getting used to Meg working at Teavana. I've even been talking to her about the job a bit. Yay for getting over things!
Alana's off at FGC for the week. It's nice not worrying about when she will or won't be home. Let's see if I can clean up a bit while she's gone? Hah! Yeah right. *tries really hard anyway*
Sam (my co-worker) is having potentially serious medical problems right now. I ended up coming in two hours early today so she could leave, and I'm working 10-3 tomorrow rather than 5-9:30 so the store won't open late in case she decides she's not up to coming in (thus my inability to go swimming tomorrow, when the pool(s) are open from 10-3:30.) I really hope she'll be okay.
I reheated some Cajun soupy-thing my dad made for dinner (what's it called again, Dad?), but my throat is already too oily that I really don't want to eat it, so now it's getting cold. *dips my finger in the bowl* Scratch that. It's already gotten cold. But it's a marvelous dish, and I'm really so very hungry... Maybe I'll get the guts up soon.
Gah, I really need to e-mail my mom. She sent me an e-mail on the 27th, and I still haven't replied. But I'm really too drained right now. If this entry sucked so bad, imagine what an e-mail written even later would be like?
P.S. Inferiority complexes (compleces?) suck.
Umm... Jobs. Had my lifeguarding interview on Thursday. Part of the interview was a test of my ability to retrieve a 100 pound brick, tread water with the brick and my head above water for a minute and a half, and swim 200 yards in under four minutes. I treaded water for thirty seconds and failed. They said I could do the retrieval, laps, and interview and do the treading another day. So I attempted the laps next, and did about 35 yards at fullest speed and ran out of energy. I totally, completely, wasted the interviewers time, and proved to myself just how insanely out of shape I am. I used to be able to do that no problem! I told the interviewer that I would come back another semester, after I had trained. After I came out of the shower room she told me that the St. Paul pool is desperate for lifeguards and doesn't have those physical tests, but I don't want to be a lifeguard if I can't pass those basic tests. So, yeah, starting Sunday I'm going to be going to the U Rec Center on basically a daily basis to swim lots and do a bit of machine work. (Was going to start tomorrow (Saturday), but stuff came up with a co-worker and I won't be able to make it to the Rec Center before it closes.)
At least I won't have to worry about deciding between the lifeguarding position and the bookstore position.
Becca. Becca(-zen) is my family dog who's been around since I was probably six (she was a tiny puppy when we got her). She now has serious arthritis, and Dad called me while I was MAS last night to tell me that depending on what the vet would say today, we might put her down Saturday. I was really scared about putting her down Saturday, since I was going to be working 5-close, and I really didn't want to go to work after that. The good news is that the vet ended up trying a new steroid, but it probably won't be good enough, and Dad thinks we'll probably end up putting her down within the month. This is why I want to borrow a camcorder: I want to record her and us spending time with her so I'll never forget her like I have Bitsy(-dao), Carmel, and Isis.
Next... OVA block. I don't like the OVA block. Watching a different show each week really makes me more likely to leave just 'cuz, and I don't like not feeling like I have a reason to stay for the last hour. I don't even leave early when we have a regular program I don't like. I'm scared of getting into the habit of just not staying. Blech.
Yaron came back today. He's scheduled to start work on Tuesday, but I know there's no way he'll stay away. I'm so nervous! Blech^2.
I'm getting used to Meg working at Teavana. I've even been talking to her about the job a bit. Yay for getting over things!
Alana's off at FGC for the week. It's nice not worrying about when she will or won't be home. Let's see if I can clean up a bit while she's gone? Hah! Yeah right. *tries really hard anyway*
Sam (my co-worker) is having potentially serious medical problems right now. I ended up coming in two hours early today so she could leave, and I'm working 10-3 tomorrow rather than 5-9:30 so the store won't open late in case she decides she's not up to coming in (thus my inability to go swimming tomorrow, when the pool(s) are open from 10-3:30.) I really hope she'll be okay.
I reheated some Cajun soupy-thing my dad made for dinner (what's it called again, Dad?), but my throat is already too oily that I really don't want to eat it, so now it's getting cold. *dips my finger in the bowl* Scratch that. It's already gotten cold. But it's a marvelous dish, and I'm really so very hungry... Maybe I'll get the guts up soon.
Gah, I really need to e-mail my mom. She sent me an e-mail on the 27th, and I still haven't replied. But I'm really too drained right now. If this entry sucked so bad, imagine what an e-mail written even later would be like?
P.S. Inferiority complexes (compleces?) suck.