My first day back at school has been..umm..oh. Crap.
I wish wish wish I could be reflecting on another first day of teaching, of fresh faces, of clever responses to introductions. Instead, I get another day of waitressing. Lucky me. Good news is that it hasn't been awful this week, I've made some good money, and I still haven't received the rejection letter yet. I did get one today, but it was for a job I applied for, oh, two months ago. I had pretty much given up on it anyway. But I do appreciate the letter. It meant someone spent at least a fraction of the time I spent updating and revising and mailing my resume to print out a stock letter and handwrite an envelop. Thanks.
Yesterday a customer consistently thanked me or questioned me using my name. "Thanks, 'Casey.' "Could I get some more pop 'Casey?'" It bugged me. Just because my name is on my shirt doesn't mean you should be allowed to call me that. Too presumptuous. And then, maybe he was just making the point that I was valid enough as a person to have my name remembered. Can't really say which it is, but he left me a very nice tip so I'll assume good things.
Sebastian, the puppy that is to be ours in a few weeks, is apparently fat, and he pees a lot. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. Pictures to follow when I go home this weekend.
Something resembling a thesis was turned into the advisor last Sunday. I recognize it is not finished, that I am missing analyses in the second chapter, and that advisor will likely not be too pleased that I didn't have the page numbers for a couple direct quotes. But it still felt good to have the thing out of my hands for a little bit.
If you left beer at my place last weekend, it's been drank. Drunk? Perhaps. If you left champagne, Smith and I have plans to drink it. If you left whiskey, Panko, I'll make you take shots the next time you're here. If you left your shirt, Dodge, I will put it on and giggle and pretend to be you (whip and cuffs in hand). If you left peppermint almond bark, again Dodge, I brought it to work and passed it off as thoughtfully made by me. Everyone loved it.
Yesterday a customer consistently thanked me or questioned me using my name. "Thanks, 'Casey.' "Could I get some more pop 'Casey?'" It bugged me. Just because my name is on my shirt doesn't mean you should be allowed to call me that. Too presumptuous. And then, maybe he was just making the point that I was valid enough as a person to have my name remembered. Can't really say which it is, but he left me a very nice tip so I'll assume good things.
Sebastian, the puppy that is to be ours in a few weeks, is apparently fat, and he pees a lot. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. Pictures to follow when I go home this weekend.
Something resembling a thesis was turned into the advisor last Sunday. I recognize it is not finished, that I am missing analyses in the second chapter, and that advisor will likely not be too pleased that I didn't have the page numbers for a couple direct quotes. But it still felt good to have the thing out of my hands for a little bit.
If you left beer at my place last weekend, it's been drank. Drunk? Perhaps. If you left champagne, Smith and I have plans to drink it. If you left whiskey, Panko, I'll make you take shots the next time you're here. If you left your shirt, Dodge, I will put it on and giggle and pretend to be you (whip and cuffs in hand). If you left peppermint almond bark, again Dodge, I brought it to work and passed it off as thoughtfully made by me. Everyone loved it.
posted by KC in Katoland at 3:19 PM
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