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I think there is a very good chance that I will get that camp job! This is exciting for several reasons:
1) I'll finally get to have the wholesome, non-traumatizing summer camp experience I always wanted. (I've been to camp before, but one saw me in a bonnet milking a cow and the other saw me attending a reenactment of the Crucifixion, so...)
2) Since I'll be away from home I will actually save the money I make instead of spending it all on posters and CDs, as I am usually wont to do.
3) I will get to quit Job Crafty!
This last is particularly thrilling. I was wrong to ever think that working in a craft store would be fun (the last time I was this brand of wrong I thought, "hey, working at Tim Horton's will be a fun and rewarding experience!"), and I want nothing more than to walk in, say "I quit," and flip them off as I leave. I mean, I probably won't actually DO that, but it's nice to dream.
So really, the only downside is that I might get a tan.
I will miss being able to bum around Halifax, but there are always weekends and the prospect of picnics and covert body modification. (Both integral parts of my summer experience.) And there's a festival on Citadel Hill sometime next month, which I will hopefully be able to attend because Stars is playing and I kind of love them ridiculously!
And maybe I will actually take pictures of everything like I've meant to for the past two years, because if hanging out on the Internet has taught me anything, it's that if no one's taken a picture of it it probably doesn't exist.
There is something glorious about hearing the Spice Girls come on the radio in this day and age. /senility
ETA: And, stolen frommontrealais, a very informative article that says no, your dick doesn't make you good at math. Once again, Iceland is where Good Things happen.
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I think there is a very good chance that I will get that camp job! This is exciting for several reasons:
1) I'll finally get to have the wholesome, non-traumatizing summer camp experience I always wanted. (I've been to camp before, but one saw me in a bonnet milking a cow and the other saw me attending a reenactment of the Crucifixion, so...)
2) Since I'll be away from home I will actually save the money I make instead of spending it all on posters and CDs, as I am usually wont to do.
3) I will get to quit Job Crafty!
This last is particularly thrilling. I was wrong to ever think that working in a craft store would be fun (the last time I was this brand of wrong I thought, "hey, working at Tim Horton's will be a fun and rewarding experience!"), and I want nothing more than to walk in, say "I quit," and flip them off as I leave. I mean, I probably won't actually DO that, but it's nice to dream.
So really, the only downside is that I might get a tan.
I will miss being able to bum around Halifax, but there are always weekends and the prospect of picnics and covert body modification. (Both integral parts of my summer experience.) And there's a festival on Citadel Hill sometime next month, which I will hopefully be able to attend because Stars is playing and I kind of love them ridiculously!
And maybe I will actually take pictures of everything like I've meant to for the past two years, because if hanging out on the Internet has taught me anything, it's that if no one's taken a picture of it it probably doesn't exist.
There is something glorious about hearing the Spice Girls come on the radio in this day and age. /senility
ETA: And, stolen from
montrealais, a very informative article that says no, your dick doesn't make you good at math. Once again, Iceland is where Good Things happen.
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I so wanted to do that with my retail job.
*sigh*
As it was, I just ended up limping out there because of the way managers harrassed me/treated me like a toddler/covertly screwed up my schedule and blamed it on "someone else".
Retail is stupid. People who can take a retail job and stay in retail and enjoy in some small way . . . I admire them, because yeah. The politics and stupidity of a retail job are obscene and, from my perspective, I'm sorry, trying to sell this crappy merchandise which was made in sweatshops in Jordan is not just not worth that much effort.
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