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Jul. 10th, 2007 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Soyeah.
I'm working at Target these days. Yeah, it sucks. I have fully entered the disillusioned worker stage. If you have it, go watch "Mannys First Day" (The second episode of Black Books). Fran's expression just prior to her saying "I haven't slept with you...and you're NOT trying to freak me out..." is exactly how I feel.
Day camp is not bad, besides the fact that I have a unit full of additude. Luckily, the two prep girls who I thought I would not at all get along with are not that bad --one of them was attempting to teach me ghetto slang (I am apparently never to use the phrase "gettin' busy" --she didn't exactly explain why) and the two of them can pretty much just entertain each other.
The complete demon child, who has been trying to outstubborn me by completely ignoring everything I say and not talking to me has gotten better. Plus, whatever. So she's not talking to me --that makes my job easier.
And then we had thunder, and got herded into Peterson. Fine, whatever. Songs could amuse the girls, the girls could amuse myself, and Veronica is an adapt at taking charge of large groups of people. I myself decided to be an adapt at herding girls through the bathroom, and while I was holed up in there, all the Quartermaster girls (The cool kids at camp) and Blue Canary, dissapeared.
Fine. Whatever.
And then, Blue FINALLY came back, babbling something about PickPocket hurting her arm. Whatever, drama.
And I popped in on PickPocket, and she seemed hurt but being taken care of, and I popped back out and Blue grabbed me and hugged me and started crying on my shoulder and just generally needing to be held.
Blue...doesn't cry on shoulders. She's damnably closed off, unfortunately. As Kawa and Wolf wandered through and joined our "ohshitohshit sobfest" in the corner, I began to get the whole Something Is Wrong vibe.
The worst part of people you care about being hurt is being helpless to fix them. God, that sucks.
So, long story short (Too late!) Pickpocket got dragged off in an Ambulance. She's fine, and will return to camp safe, sound, and with a cast on her arm tomorrow.
Soyeah. That's my life. Poke me if you need an explanation of any of the campy terms.
Love and such
~Kat
I'm working at Target these days. Yeah, it sucks. I have fully entered the disillusioned worker stage. If you have it, go watch "Mannys First Day" (The second episode of Black Books). Fran's expression just prior to her saying "I haven't slept with you...and you're NOT trying to freak me out..." is exactly how I feel.
Day camp is not bad, besides the fact that I have a unit full of additude. Luckily, the two prep girls who I thought I would not at all get along with are not that bad --one of them was attempting to teach me ghetto slang (I am apparently never to use the phrase "gettin' busy" --she didn't exactly explain why) and the two of them can pretty much just entertain each other.
The complete demon child, who has been trying to outstubborn me by completely ignoring everything I say and not talking to me has gotten better. Plus, whatever. So she's not talking to me --that makes my job easier.
And then we had thunder, and got herded into Peterson. Fine, whatever. Songs could amuse the girls, the girls could amuse myself, and Veronica is an adapt at taking charge of large groups of people. I myself decided to be an adapt at herding girls through the bathroom, and while I was holed up in there, all the Quartermaster girls (The cool kids at camp) and Blue Canary, dissapeared.
Fine. Whatever.
And then, Blue FINALLY came back, babbling something about PickPocket hurting her arm. Whatever, drama.
And I popped in on PickPocket, and she seemed hurt but being taken care of, and I popped back out and Blue grabbed me and hugged me and started crying on my shoulder and just generally needing to be held.
Blue...doesn't cry on shoulders. She's damnably closed off, unfortunately. As Kawa and Wolf wandered through and joined our "ohshitohshit sobfest" in the corner, I began to get the whole Something Is Wrong vibe.
The worst part of people you care about being hurt is being helpless to fix them. God, that sucks.
So, long story short (Too late!) Pickpocket got dragged off in an Ambulance. She's fine, and will return to camp safe, sound, and with a cast on her arm tomorrow.
Soyeah. That's my life. Poke me if you need an explanation of any of the campy terms.
Love and such
~Kat
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on 2007-07-11 02:45 am (UTC)Here's hoping for a nicer tomorrow ...
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on 2007-07-11 02:46 am (UTC)Apparently, that was my addition to the sobfest. I also feel really shitty for scaring you all.
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on 2007-07-11 03:22 am (UTC)The word you're looking for is "adept," an adverb ("to be adept").
Sorry. It bugged me. :P
Woo on the job disillusionment though. I don't think I've ever heard of someone getting it quite so fast as you.
Also, to cheer you (and everyone else, I guess) up, I'll be at camp all day Friday, probably all day Thursday (if not, a significant chunk at least), and possibly even some of tomorrow. So be happy, 'cause I'm just about the greatest damn thing in the world, and I'm coming to visit. ;)
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on 2007-07-11 04:51 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-07-11 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-07-11 11:39 am (UTC)~Sor
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on 2007-07-11 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-07-12 09:07 pm (UTC)That's a good thing to wonder. It's pretty clear M.L. influenced everything from my painful "cannot fail, cannot 'let people down'" additude to my somewhat loose morals about sex (Not for me, but hell, go have fun, don't hurt anyone. :p) This needs to become a more coherent thoughtstream sometime.
~Sor
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on 2007-07-12 10:14 pm (UTC)M.L. I keep meaning to read, but never have.
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on 2007-07-12 10:49 pm (UTC)Lackey is not life-changingly amazing, but she was handed to me right smack in the middle of my formative years, and she helped me stay reasonably sane through most of middle school. For that, at least, I owe her reccomendations.
~Sor
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on 2007-07-12 11:03 pm (UTC)You're welcome to borrow them. I think I'll have to retrieve them from New York, though, so give me a bit of warning.
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on 2007-07-11 04:54 am (UTC)I shall have TWO shedboys on Wednesday and Thursday then. Tobash came out today and worked for me all day and will return every day this week.
POUND IT!
Howls....
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on 2007-07-11 05:09 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-07-11 04:52 am (UTC)*snrk*
What happened with the arm?
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on 2007-07-11 11:41 am (UTC)As for what happened...damn flocked journals, here's some liberally stolen quoteness:
"The EMTs were...amusing, I must say. Not even they could figure out what the hell was wrong. It took one pediatric doctor, two nurses, three x-rays,. and four hours in the Pediatric Unit as Howard County General to figure out that I had torn a ligament or two in my wrist, and the funny colored bump was actually a contusion cause by the damaged flesh.
Not a bug bite, as everyone thought it was.
So now I'm in a half cast that runs from my knuckles to three inches above my wrist, forcing me to do everything at an odd angle due to the way Doctor Watt wanted my wrist to be. Typing is currently a bitch."
Yep. Since I'm no good at explaining these things.
~Sor
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on 2007-07-11 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-07-12 09:09 pm (UTC)It was a bit like the girl I heard using 'bugger' as a swear. I just kinda looked at her and said "Do you know what that means? Because you should *probably* stop using it."
On a similar note, it's really entertaining to call my brother a wanker, because he has absolutely no idea what it means, and can't be bothered to figure it out, so it just annoys him.
~Sor
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on 2007-07-11 12:27 pm (UTC)i don't, but by a fanTAStic coincidence, that's one of the things Rtizy made me watch when i was stalking her (albeit briefly) in her home a couple of weeks ago... got through the first few episodes... and i even vaguely remember the expressions you are talking about ... mainly 'cause i loved all of Fran's expressions! ;D