Confessions of A Working Girl

A few years ago I met a boy a few years older than me, “Mike”. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but he quickly became annoying. He called all the time, and would not take the hint that I was not interested. This went on for a few years….I never had the heart to tell him plainly “get lost” because he’d start sounding depressed. One of my brothers, “Jin”, actually did tell him that at one point, but Mike ignored that and kept calling. The only reason the calls slowed was because I told him that my parents were getting annoyed that he was calling all the time.

The calls stopped completely when I went to college…then just today he called again. And I realized all over again how annoying I find him. And listening to his comments, I also realized that he’s somewhat of a…well, I don’t know what the actual word is. Its sort of has the meaning of ‘racist’ but instead of referring to color, it refers to discrimination against all sorts of people. Mike very much goes with stereotypes, and constantly makes fun of all sorts of people. Which is one reason that I don’t like him very much.

Often, I try to think of what would happen if I had never given him my phone number. I can’t even remember why I did, but I regret it. I don’t know why he can’t take a hint.

On a happier note, I found out that a manga/anime series I love, Kuroshitsuji, is coming to America! Yenpress is picking up the title and the first book should be out in January 2010!! I’m so excited! I don’t see why they had to translate the title, but in English it will be called Black Butler. I hope the anime is translated too…not because I mind subtitles when watching it, but because then it will be out on DVD that I can buy. ^_^

Hahahaha As I’m writing this, I’m watching Get Smart, season 1. Max is posing as a music journalist, and when someone doubted him, his response was : “I once listened to three weeks of Beethoven. Three straight weeks, would you believe it?” The other person, of course, said “No” So Max thinks for a moment then comes back with, “What about two weeks of Bach?” At the person’s “I don’t think so” Max’s last attempt is, “An hour of Looney Tunes?” heehee

I think the title of this post pretty much explains most of the stuff I’m thinking about…the only other thing would be that I’m cat-sitting for a neighbor tonight and tomorrow morning. I was a little surprised to get that call, since I haven’t been cat-sitting in over a year, but whatever. Also, it makes me nervous every time I go over, because often they still have a car in the driveway, even though they’re gone. I’m always afraid of walking in on them; I’d be mortified if it actually happened!

The lost passwords the title mentions? One was the password to this blog. Again. For some reason, I really seem to have trouble remembering passwords. But I’m always afraid to write them down…what if someone else gets their hands on it?

On the subject of lost passwords, there’s a word document I wrote a while ago, and password protected. Only problem is, I can’t remember the password! T_T And I really really need to open that document in order to finish one of the stories that I’m working on.

The thunderstorm is the explanation for why I didn’t write a post yesterday or the day before. My mom said that there have been lightning strikes in our area, so she turned off everything electrical. I admit that that makes sense–but I don’t follow that. I was busy watching a movie and wondering why the internet was off. >.<

Room cleaning! My bedroom at home has been messy ever since I moved into it. A friend of mine, “Ki” (like I mentioned, its a fake name and I think I’m the only one who should understand who I mean. Maybe. Anyway, we’ll call her that for now) was over on the fourth of July to see the fireworks. She thought my room was a horrible mess, and volunteered to help me clean it. Of course, I jumped at the chance. For the past three days, she came over and helped me clean. Or, to be more accurate, I helped her clean. She did more than I did! And while I feel bad about that, I’m also glad that the room is getting clean. It really does help to have a friend clean your room with you. Ki is always saying “What is this? Do you use it? Do you need it?” And if I’m too indecisive about it, she often just tosses it. I suppose that would make some people mad (especially since I think that she tossed more stuff when I wasn’t looking) but it just makes me laugh. I’m so lucky that she’s my friend.

So far, from my room we’ve brought out about 8 bags of trash. Wow! I hadn’t realized that much of the mess was simply trash. Also we’ve brought out about 2 1/2 bags of stuff to bring to salvation army. Eventually, that is. The bags are still sitting in my dad’s car. Next, Ki said, we’ll start going through my books. I have over 200, so they take up quite a lot of room. A bunch of them I’m probably willing to get rid of. Some of them I’ll try to post on paperbackswap.com, others will end up donated to the library, or, if they’re in horrible condition, they’ll just go in the trash.

Cleaning is a lot of work!

Yes! Somehow or other my mom managed to fix the internet problem.

On another note, one less worry gone. The girl did want the part of the fox for the play. The “actors” for the play are all cute, but they need to speak louder or the audience will never hear them over the music.

…that I finally got sick of tripping over stuff every time I walked into my room. And I was kinda curious about what stuff I actually have in my room. And ok, the whole room, isn’t clean, just the entry way. But it’s a start, right? Plus, I got one of my friends to promise to help me clean. Yes!

Oh, did I ever mention that I work in a visitor’s center? Well, I do, summers anyway. And I was working on July 3rd. I couldn’t believe it…4000 people came in. We couldn’t even close at five like we were supposed to. We didn’t close until 6:45. It kinda made me mad…in that hour and forty five minutes, not one person mentioned the fact that we were open later than the signs on the door said. Then again, I suppose I’m expecting too much–these are the people who, when after five, they find one door locked, they go all the way around the building to see if by some chance the other door is open. (No offense if you’re someone that does that, but I mean…really!)

Teaching little kids is sometimes hard. That fact comes up because for the last two summers, at my local library as part of their summer reading program, I’ve taught kids how to put on a play. The first year, putting on the play (which was Stone Soup) was part of earning my Girl Scout Gold Award. The second year, putting on the play (which was Tiki Tiki Tembo) was because the kids seem to have liked it so much. This year is for the same reason as last year, and the play this time is The Little Red Hen.

Two of my sisters, who are 7 and 9 years old, both wanted the same part. I could tell that no matter which one I gave it to I’d be sorry, because I would hear complaining at home for the rest of forever. So I said “So, since you both want the part, neither of you gets it!” I gave the part instead to a girl who was not there that night and did not yet have a part. Problem solved. … Well… unless that girl decides that she doesn’t want that particular part… ugh, I shouldn’t borrow trouble–plenty will come on its own.

Oh, and a note on something actually to do with college: Is it in any way fair that my brother, who will be a college freshman, is going to school a whole week later than I am? Different colleges, I know, but still…

Side note: This is the same note as the last post…the internet at my house still isn’t working.

Many people talk on the phone and drive at the same time. Even though I do it too, I know you’re not really supposed to. But at least I’m driving automatic. Currently, my dad drives my nana’s saab, which is a stick shift. I was with him in the car the other day (Sunday) and we were driving home when he said that he should make a phone call. I asked if I should…while on the phone with my dad in the past, he’s hung up before he started driving the saab. But that day, he said no, he would make the call, and that he’d done it before.

The reasons that talking on the phone while driving is dangerous include that all your attention isn’t on the road, and the fact that you’re more or less driving one handed. On Sunday, my dad was basically driving no handed. That was a little scary.

Monday was my first time being called to jury duty ever. It was a little boring at first, since all we did was sit there and wait to see if there would be a trial or not. Then we went into one courtroom, and six people were chosen to be on that jury. The rest of us went back to the waiting room. For the second jury, again six people were picked, and then the rest of them went home.

I was one of the ones picked to be picked for that second jury. Probably because it was a juvenile case, and my age was closest to the defendants (even though there was still a four year difference.) On the jury itself, I was the youngest by six years.

Listening to the trial was interesting, as this is the stuff I’ve been learning in class. It was also a little boring. That particular trial ended up going into Tuesday as well. So, I had to go back for the second day. Once all the “evidence” had been presented, the jurors went to deliberate. Within about 5 minutes, we realized that we all had the same opinions (well, with slight variations) on the case. On the whole, this trial sounded like a really childish argument that had somehow made it to the court level. The whole thing consisted of “he said” and “she said”.  Our verdict quickly reached, we were out of the courthouse by 11:25 a.m. So total, this trial took about 7 hours. (about 11-4:30 on Monday with an hour break for lunch, and about 9-11:25 on Tuesday)

On Monday, I hadn’t realized that the courthouse had a parking lot (for free!) or that there was a parking lot behind that for only $5, so I went to the parking garage across the street and payed $10. On Tuesday, I made sure to get there early enough to get into the free parking lot.

Jury duty was interesting, but I’m glad that I don’t have to go back for another three years.

A side note: The internet at my house still isn’t working!

First, let me say that the internet at my house hasn’t been working for the last two days. It’s really annoying. So this won’t be a very long post as I’m typing on a work computer (I signed out and the manager said no one would mind if I went online for a few minutes)

Anyway (and I think I use that word too much) someone asked if I was going to blog about Michael Jackson’s death. My question in return, why? Michael Jackson was always sort of some person I heard about occasionally and that was it. Plus I have a couple of songs by Jackson5 on my mp3 player. Other than that, I didn’t know much about him, so really, what can I write?

Well, other than, “any death is sad.” and “since he was a celebrity, the media will hang onto his death far longer than they would have if he’d been a normal person.”

Not to say that celebrities can’t be normal people or that they aren’t…or are they?

Wow! I got one comment on this! I don’t think I’m usually the type to comment on stuff like that, but I was so surprised…I didn’t think that anyone read this!

Anyway, books are expensive to mail. I sorta knew…but its different to know that, and then to spend $18 mailing books. I use a website called paperbackswap.com (I don’t think I’ve mentioned that before). It’s neat in that for every book you mail, you can request a book to be mailed you. It’s not so neat in that you have to pay the shipping for each book that you mail. It’s approximatly $2.38 or so per book. Sometimes less, and once in a while, more. I just had to mail 7 books, which is why the topic is on my mind.

Oh, and another thing: I recently got a new cell phone. It’s a slidey one–one that you slide open to see the numbers. When at the store, I was told that this one was slightly more durable than some of the others. Which, for me, is good. I tend to put my cell phone in my jacket pocket, forget that I put it there, then toss the jacket onto a chair/the floor/ a bench etcetera. I hear the small banging noise the phone makes as it hits the chair and I’m always like “oops.” ^^

Oh, and note to self: Not sure how this is documenting my college experience as it is currently summer vacation…

Heh. ^_^ I just keep editing this post as I think of more things to add. At the moment, I’m adding the fact that I figured out how to create categories for the posts so that they’re not all ‘uncategorized’. My only worry is that this will make them harder to find…

1 Comment » Michael:

June 26th, 2009 @ 7:53 pm Hey, have you seen this news article?

New details about Michael Jackson’s Death Emerge

I was wondering if you were going to blog about this…

Mini-holidays just aren’t what they used to be. I mean, I worked today. I didn’t even see my dad until 5:45 pm! But to most people and businesses, Sunday is no longer a sacred day, no longer a day of rest. And in a lot of ways, that’s too bad. People need to rest sometimes.

1 Comment » April:

June 23rd, 2009 @ 11:27 pm Pretty good post. I just came by your site and wanted to say

that I’ve really enjoyed reading your blog posts. In any case

I’ll be subscribing to your blog and I hope you post again soon!

I found that it was awfully easy to lose track of time. And of what was important, for that matter. An example of that would be me reading manga online rather than study.

Also, its hard to remember everything that needs to be done! (As can be told by my non-entries here) A to-do list is a must. I just figured out that my phone has that capability, so that’s what I plan on using for the most part.

Oh, and I just remembered. That scrapbook thing I mentioned that I want to do? So not happening.

My mom doesn’t like the idea of this. Of the blog, that is. I can’t be mad at her either, because the points she brings up are ones I’ve thought of myself.  Mostly security issues. I have to think about this now. Because security and letting strangers know who you are may not be such a good thing. And a paper diary may be easier to keep people out of and all that. But on the other hand, if its online I can never lose it, right?

1 Comment » wenc:

August 15th, 2010 @ 11:25 pm Note to self…all worries still in place as of 8/15/10, but in this internet age, maybe I should just let be and hope that no one’s a meanie.