one more day of work before two days of freedom. *contented sigh* i'm planning on getting up early and finally getting my check cashed and actually having money. oh my word, what a concept. i want to get a disposable camera and take pictures of this place before i go. i need to catch a mountain sunrise, my sister and rob, and that silly sign by the laundromat that says "wow! our sign blew down!"

i'll be so happy to finish work in another week and a half. it's so hard to be motivated and to keep going when your labour is so meaningless and tedious and when your boss never gives you the slightest sign of approval. the only thanks i ever get are from coworkers when i lend a hand. which is nice in and of itself, i suppose. i keep wondering though if my labour is actually considered below par, and if so, why?

i think that out of the five of us who make up night crew i'm pretty much right in the middle. one girl does little and is not liked. one girl works, but slowly and slacks slightly. i find myself continuously working, but not working efficiently, and also i tend to sit if i can on occasion. especially after the first three hours. (which i really shouldn't do because it slows me down, but darn it, i need new insoles if i'm expected to be strong and valiant by standing six to seven hours in a row.) dezeray and amanda both seem to be paragons of efficiency and technique. but they don't get compliments either. hm.

all in all i think i just want to be doing something more satisfying this summer. this job is a) completely mindless b) completely unsuited to any of my talents c) public relations! gah! d) lower paying than anything i've done before, actually. i have no real issues with d. especially since i'm talking about getting a job on campus and heavens knows you can't do better than minimum wage with that. the other three really bug me, though. eh. summer job, what do i expect?

ooh, looking at the calendar, it seems that i can't possibly have more than seven or eight working days left. *grin* i'll be back in new york soon, and i'll be attached to my own computer again. praise all the heavens.

the closer i get to being home the less i seem to be able to tolerate the remaining time. i think by next week i'll be accosting mormons on the street and making threatening gestures. =Þ

i'm beginning to consider buying rollerblades at some point. well, fake rollerblades, of course. i used to love skating, but i've never actually tried inline... if it's anything like ice skating, then i'm screwed. hm. but i was thinking it'd be a nice thing to do... i don't even know what the reasoning is behind this urge. i'm just queen random again.

i need to get out. i need to see people. i live in a bloody basement and i know two people in the whole state. argh. that just gets to me after a while. i feel bad for wanting to be gone, but really, who could blame me?

i should head off so i can get up early. ew. i have to get to work before nine thirty so that i can cash my paycheck. then i get to go right back home again. useful, that. if i fell asleep right at this moment i'd still only get about five hours sleep. blargh. g'night.
posted by Unknown at 2:34 AM