Friday, October 22, 2004 

I don't understand..

the straight language. Well at least I don't speak it. I don't get the whole head nod thingy and the "what’s up?" I don't get the whole hand shake/out/slap thing. I'm generalizing here, but I am talking in general. Not all straight guys do this stuff, but many do. I just don't get it, what do I say in return? I just shake people's hands, I don't follow that slappy things. I feel so awkward pretending, and that’s exactly what I do. Today my boss and I were in his office and I was doing admin stuff on the computer and he was returning his many phone calls. So he's on the phone with the admin. assistant at corporate headquarters, "blah blah blah, how's the weather?...can you transfer me to Mr. Doo-hinkey?" And then he looks up at me and says "man that girl I was talking to is smoking." I'm like, "she should stop that it's bad for her health." He laughed. He likes off the wall humor. I can't really respond to that stuff...

This reminds me of the Olympics and how everyone loved Timmy. That everyone included my mother. She thought his doo-doo didn't stink and she would definitely let him eat crackers in her bed. One night we were talking and she asked me "don't you like him? He’s my boy, I just love him and he's the best swimmer ever." I agreed with her that he was a great swimmer and exciting to watch but that "I like him cause he's in hot pants with his floppy bits hangin' out." She was silent at first but later agreed, so apparently mom and I have the same tastes.

So hopefully one day my boss will say "did you see that guy upstairs, his ass was fierce!" Maybe then I will be able to respond "I heard that girl." That's a language I can comprehend. Dreams!!

Wednesday, October 13, 2004 

I am...

BURNED OUT! School is kicking my ass. Not in a "hard" way, but just in general. I have senioritis hardcore style, and I'm sinking with no end in sight. I only have three classes this semester. Here's the run down:

Presentations: It's really not a bad class and I can actually see it being helpful in the future, it's just that we are done with lecture on Monday and that's it… nothing but presentations till the end of the semester. We each have 4 presentations we do on our own and then we have to introduce 4 other presenters as well and then each have to be a camera operator and a room assistant at least once. All of this involves professional dress and...blah it's stupid. We make everything up; we are real people in fictional future careers giving a professional presentation to a fictional audience, made up of our classmates, who all could give a shit. The End.

Facilities: Seems interesting in theory: we learn about design, flow, regulations and we draw and layout and all that shit I LOVE, however we are placed in groups (not chosen by us) and are given a restaurant concept that must be within one mile of campus and cater to the surrounding area. We got seafood for a concept, in North Texas, and The University of North Texas. I'm not sure if you know the overall type of students at my university: Metal head, punk rock, liberal arts, pot head, bra burners (I fit into at least two of those) who smell like fish and would rather not eat it. We made our menu, everything is frozen, breaded and deep fried, and even the concept is greasy.

The Internship: I did find a job. I never really addressed this. I got a call back form the big interview the very week school started, and since the internship had a few blow off weeks designed into it, I was able to still enroll and take the class which means that I will graduate in December. That's the one thing to look out toward amongst the original recipe that my semester has become. I would rather have extra crispy. Anyway the internship is good, I like the work and the pay is decent. The people are nice and my boss is cute, however the class itself leaves alot to be desired. We have to turn in time & admin logs, an objectives overview, we have to develop a 5-8 page case study over an operational problem we have witnessed, present that case study on campus to the class, as well as do group discussions online about "how was your week" and do weekly quizzes over other crap, which I seem to always forget. Busy work is for hookers not me. I know and shut up!

Bobby is in Ireland this week, on a training adventure. I've talked to him twice since he's been there and he inevitably always seems to mention the cute guys in the class. This one was dark and cute...this other guy..tall and cute...and this one is the leader and CUTE! He cracks me up, and I think he's cute.


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