Sunday, September 2, 2012

On an ocean full of gravel in the middle of the night

Oops. I just realized it's Sunday night. I have two hours to get this post up. I can do it.

...This week was uneventful. I just tried to think of stuff to write about, and the only thing that came to mind was work. So, I guess that's what my post this week will be about, in part, anyway.

The most exciting thing about work is that I am finally done with it. I had my final shift at work this afternoon, and man I am so happy to be done. My favorite thing about being done is that I don't have to deal with any of the creepy old men who like to creep on the female cashiers. I had a terrible one today. There's this one guy who always comes in and always invades my personal space whenever he speaks to me; he literally stands THIS CLOSE to me and it's awful. He bought some aloe kombucha and leaned halfway across my counter to talk to me, so I was already on the guard from him. He then says to me, "You know, [the kombucha] tastes like beer." even though the kombucha was definitely not beer. I replied that I didn't know that, and his response was to open the bottle and offer me some. I say, "No thank you, I'm good" and then he tells me to "just go ahead and smell it" and I'm thinking, "Did you not hear me the first time? I said I'm good." but I replied, "No, I'm really okay." and then he says, "Sorry I didn't realize I crossed a line." How could he not realize? I was leaning as far away from him as possible and my body language was hostile. At least, I thought it was. I was feeling very hostile towards him. Ah well. I'm free of him now.

I can't wait to be back at school. I officially started packing yesterday. My goal is to be entirely packed by tomorrow night, but I really don't see that happening. They're starting construction on our building because they decided the frats actually need to have their foundations waterproofed. ...about time. The buildings have a lot wrong with them, one of which being that our living room ceiling leaks. A LOT. I think I've mentioned this. Anyway, construction entails them digging an 8 foot deep trench around our entire apartment and they're chopping up our basement floor and they're taking out our windows and replacing them and we have to dismantle our garden and they're going to take down our porch and it's going to be a very large todo. And of course this has to happen the week I move back to school. As if I need more stress in my life. I'm going to try to get everything done and moved into our van by Tuesday, but I don't know if this will actually happen. We shall see. It's going to be interesting.

Another note of excitement is I officially got approved to move back on Friday! Well, I got the email on Friday or so saying I could be approved to move back on Friday. So I'm expecting to hear back about that on Tuesday. I can't wait. This way, I'll be able to unpack and settle in Friday, and then be all ready for my first session of library training on Saturday afternoon. 

Wow. I just realized that in 15 minutes, I'll be back at Knox in 4 days. FOUR. DAYS. Where did the time go? It feels like I was just getting ready to move in for freshman orientation last year.

Wow.

Can't wait to see all my Knox friends in four days.

Oh yeah. I've been having Adam Dubberly feels all evening.

And Doctor Who started again yesterday. The episode was alright. I'm already seeing trends of me going, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MOFFAT." Like, fucking with FIFTY YEARS OF CORE WHO HISTORY. You don't mess with the Daleks. You just...don't. It's not something that happens. I may write up a post later in the week of my feelings on the episode, but for now, this post explains why I didn't enjoy the episode that much.

This week's title is from "Fall" by Adam Dubberly. 
Countdown to Knox: FIVE (almost 4) days. 




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