Confessions of A Working Girl

…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.