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| Tuesday, December 14th, 2004 | | 3:06 pm |
FUCKED by the Bookstore
Well now, finals are over...time to bring back books and get money for them, right? WRONG! So I get to the place where you return books (I'm there with two of them) and I have to wait in a fairly sizable line. So then I'm waiting with my books EXPECTING to get shafted and get like, 1/8 of what I paid for them. Well, I get up to the return place and the guy's like "Well, we've already filled on THAT book (points to Psych book) and it's an older edition so I can't help you there. And the other one I think I can..." He scans it while a vein in my head bursts to the surface. "...I can't help you with that one either. Sorry you had to wait in line." So there I am sent away like a leper with BOTH my books still with me. I was expecting these fuckers to be cheap, and I was expecting to be shafted, but I didn't get shafted...I got FUCKED. I got nothing from these cheap-assed mother fucking CUNTS! Now you might know how pissed I really am about this, because the word I just used is a word even I don't use except in extreme circumstances. Fucking cunts.... Current Mood:  enraged | | Sunday, October 24th, 2004 | | 4:48 pm |
Stuff, of the Random Variety
Hey everyone, this weekend was fun. I know, I know GTA: San Andreas is coming out on Tuesday, but I'm addicted to Donkey Konga and therefore I must get that before I got San Andreas. I'll get it by mid-November, I promise myself. Umm...not much else to say, here with friends, doing random shit. Gotta go. Bye. Current Mood:  geeky | | Thursday, October 21st, 2004 | | 8:17 am |
Skipping Out
Right now, as soon as I'm done typing this very short post, I am getting up and leaving my Auto CAD class, because nothing is going on. The only reason I came was to sign the attendance sheet, and since I've already accomplished that, I'm leaving. | | Wednesday, October 20th, 2004 | | 3:14 pm |
Update for the Ages
Holy shit, I haven't updated since before I left! Gah! Ok, first things first: I have a girlfriend. Yay! ^_^ We've been going out for a little over 3 weeks now. She goes to Concordia, which is like, 4 blocks away, lol. Alright, keeping with the current topic I find myself compelled to say that my brother is living with HIS girlfriend, and not only that, but also the information that had compelled me to stay on topic to begin with -- he's bringing her along to stay with us during Christmas. I know I would be telling everyone the afformentioned information anyway eventually, so I figured I'd not only mention MY girlfriend, but that I'd mention that information about my brother's as well. Anyway, are there people who KNOW of this journal? I know there are some, mainly Rachel. Anyway, this place is quite different i.e. there are things to fucking DO here. My roommate came and went, and now I'm getting another one who at this very moment could be moving in his stuff and I wouldn't even know it except that I just predicted it so even though I still don't KNOW, I more or less expect it. I am fucking DRAINED. I just stayed up until 4:00 this morning watching Dawn of the Dead and then my copy of Phantom of the Paradise (which I bought for $5.50 from the cheap bin at Wal-Mart), and got up at 8:30 to go to a class that was cancelled but still was good to go to because our essays were there to pick up. My computer sucks, and you all know that. I cannot get the internet in my room, and now you all know that, so it's old news. I have a job -- I work for the Campus Post Office and earn Campus minimum wage ($6.50). it's cushy job, too, so I like it. I work about 18-24 hours each 2 weeks, depending on things. I'm technically signed up for about 9 hours a week, but yeah, I have a girlfriend so that's not exactly enough, lol. I got me a credit card, so eh heh...even though I've got $100 in my checking, I can't spend any more of it... -_-;; Oh well, the credit card lets me buy dinners in nice restaurants like Applebees and Space Alien, so yeah...it's a good thing. Jesus Christ, anyone reading this, I haven't seen in like, soooooooooo long. I just sent a mass email to my W-friends whose emails I have, so hopefully you all got one. If not, someone else should be sending it along to you, so don't fret. Well, I don't know what else to say -- some of my classes suck ass, and others arent so bad. I'm in choir, lol. Song list (have any of you ever heard any of these?): Obey the Spirit of the Lord, Ahrirang (Korean but we sing in English), O Bone Jesu (Hebrew, perhaps...not quite sure), Fanfare for Christmas Day, Ning Wendete (African), A Rose Touched by the Sun's Warm Rays (We sing it in German), Zion's Walls, and a Bass favorite: Jamacan Market Place (aka Market Woman, aka Doot). I'm a Bass/Tenor, meaning I am mostly a Bass but sing Tenor sometims too because Doc wants me to, lol. That's all of them so far...we're supposed to be getting another new one soon but I dunno what it's called. Supposed to be Latin. Anyway, it's a mixed gender choir as opposed to the other option: all-male choir. That...would suck, I think. We DO have sectionals of just guys on Tuesdays and just girls on Wednesdays, but Monday and Thursday we're all together. Anyway, I'm gonna go. I'll try and keep updating, but honestly, if I HAD been updating up to this point, this wouldn't be an update for the ages, now would it? Current Mood:  drained | | Sunday, August 15th, 2004 | | 11:14 am |
Almost Here
It's almost time for me to leave this wretched place....Leaving will not get rid of all the bad memories, but it will hopefully create more, better memories instead of just be a bad high school spin-off >< If that's the case, I'll question even wanting to go more than a year....I'm serious too, if college sucks as bad as high school, I dunno what the fuck I'm gonna do. Hmm...I dunno what the fuck else to say, so I'll go now I guess. I'll keep this thing updated whenever. Current Mood:  contemplative | | Sunday, August 8th, 2004 | | 11:30 pm |
Camp....Week 8 - The End
Well, It's over. I have to admit, it was fun. I really liked these last two weeks, because I was off the range, lol. Heh heh...I mean it, not really much to bitch about this week either. I'm gonna miss a lot of the people I met and worked with over there...of course there are some (Alexander and Brad mostly) who I'm really glad I'll never see again, or at least HOPE I never see again. We had the "Thank you, go to Hell" dinner at Perkins, and that was fun. Lots of memories...lots of memories. This journal has a lot of memories...most of them bad, but still, a lot of memories. I really don't know what else to say. I'm glad it's over but I'll miss it too.... Current Mood:  calm | | Sunday, August 1st, 2004 | | 8:07 am |
Camp....Week 7 - Changes
Ok, as you know, for the past weeks I've come on here and bitched about work, to be more accurate, work on the rifle range. Well, as you SHOULD know by now, I was removed from my position there last week...and moved to not Scoutcraft like I was originally told, but instead Handicraft. Yeah...not used to that. Heh, I taught two Basketry classes there, and I also taught Personal Fitness at the bike corral. Odd, huh? Then I pretty much had all afternoon off, so I went looking for work...so I helped in the Dining Hall for two days...Monday I actually helped out in the kitchen and then helped Sarah (health officer) with correcting CPR test papers. Tuesday I just did that because there was no help needed in the kitchen. Ahem...Wednesday Sam finally quit. She couldn't take it. Apparently she was moved to work crew for the next two weeks, and was just like "Fuck you Jocque! I quit!" or something along those lines. So as I was walking back to the Training Center after teaching PF, I was annexed into Nature for the afternoon. Yup, and that was fun. Lot of "paperwork" and "reading" there ("paperwork" = playing games on the computer, and "reading" is taking a nap in the closet) along with listening to music. I don't really have much to bitch about, which is like, a first all summer. Heh...well...I did fuck up taping Case Closed, so I missed all 4 episodes last week, so that sucks, but that's about all I have to bitch about. Ok, so I taught Weather in the Nature Center, and by then all I had to do was listen to the kids give speeches and check off a few things; Sam had done everything else by then. Thursday night I went to Troop 317's banquet, which was fun to say the least, lol. Friday morning Mikey got pissed as all hell when he discovered the clock in the kitchen broken and on the floor. Naturally, we Staff were blamed. Who did it isn't known, and I wouldn't say anyway, so yeah, whatever. He almost quit...rumors that he did spread like wildfire, just like the talk of the kid who threatened three other people with aknife and then threatened to kill himself. The same one later that week (yes, he was still there after that...I dunno why), broke another kid's hand...well, a few fingers on his hand. He was then removed from camp. Here's something unexpected...Mo and Jason both quit. Of course, Jason was only there because of Mo, and when she quit, he quit. Apparently she just couldn't take it anymore. So with Dean from Brownsea up at Archery and Alex from Archery at the rifle range, and Mo from Brownsea quitting, Brownsea has no one. It's expected that Dean will return to Brownsea, and then God knows what'll happen at the range. All I know is...I don't wanna go back there. So, here's the total number of Staff who've been fired/quit over the course of the summer: Tom the old ranger and his son were fired. Someone from the Dining Hall quit before even coming. Shelly from Aquatics quit. Alex from BMX quit. Nick from Nature was fired. Sam from Nature quit. Mo from Brownsea quit, and so did Jason from BMX. There might be more, but I dunno. If so, they'd be people people who quit or were fired before I got there. Well, there's only one left now...time for me to go. Bring the sorrow and pour me a drink. Current Mood:  awake | | Saturday, July 24th, 2004 | | 11:38 pm |
Camp....Week 6 - Part 2: Disbanded
Yeah, here it comes...part 2. Ok, so by now you know about the incident, so I guess the week continues. Well, let's start with the gifts I got for my birthday. Ok, here we go. I got a stack of 50 blank CD's, a brand new hairdryer for college, a Baby Blues comic treasury, and my parents will be paying off the rest of what I owe for Fable when it's released because I already preordered it way back when it was due out in July. They're gonna send it up to me at MSUM. Oh, and I got $55 combined from my grandparents. Anyway, getting back to the week...Thursday went without a hitch, or at least I think so, and well...yeah. I got my night off there, so yay for that! I went to Tequilla's for dinner with my parents for my birthday dinner. I know, a day late, but oh well...I didn't have time before, so we had it then instead. I watched some TV, had some fun. Well, Friday pretty much sucked right nut...mostly because of this one fucking asshole of an adult leader. He fucking argued with me. ARGUED WITH ME! I've got authority over his ass out there, and the fucker argues with me. Some people, eh? Grr! He rambled on about Blue Cards and shit, which I ended up dealing with, to my dismay. He then began to bitch about me not marking Targets that qualify or some bullshit. He's like "Well if they don't get all 5 and you don't mark 'em off we come home with nothing!" and I was like "Look, if it's good, I tell 'em to save them and get 'em checked out by another person qualified when they meet the requirments later on after camp." Then he mentioned some fucking kid who wasn't there the first day that supposedly Brad had told him would be able to get the badge if he got his shooting requirements done (which he didn't anyway, so it didn't matter), and then there was something about his son, God knows what the fuck he was rambling on about. He was like "My son already passed, that's not the issue here." or some bullshit, and I was thinking "If your son's in THIS hour class, he didn't fucking get the merit badge. He wasted something like 15 minutes of class time! Yeah, the fucker had the balls to argue with me DURING MY CLASS! Later on he pissed me off again, but I admit I kinda fucked up. Granted I don't care, and in fact I bet it's best that fucker wasn't around me much because of this fuck-up, as he probably would've pissed me off to the breaking point had I told him the right fucking times we were open in the afternoon. I admit, I fucked up on that. I said open from 3:00 on and it was really 2:00-3:30. But hey, the whole fucking week was messed up, and besides, Brad usually had a Shotgun class from 2:00-3:00 anyway, so it was just an honest mistake. This fucker though comes around 3:40 and when I was like "Sorry, I messed up on the times" he had the nerve to say "Yeah, you screw up a lot around here." I wanted to gut his fucking ass right then and there. Luckily for him I never saw him since. Anyway, if that's not enough...something else happened. But first some good news...I got paid! Woohoo! Staright to the college fund. -_- Oh well, less to have to pay later. Anyway, what happened was, right before I was about to get into the car and go (I was about 5 feet from the car, laundry basket in hand), I hear my name being called. So I go on over and Wagenka's like "Brian wants to see you." So I figured it was either a) that fucker leader had complained and I was gonna be bitched at, b) I needed to clarify something on my rosters of people in my classes, or c) something else. Turns out it was c) something else. Yeah, I go in there and he's like "I need to talk to you about Staff swapping." I was like "Huh? I'm being swapped? Where to?" He was like "To Scoutcraft." Me: "Uhh...ok, why?" Brain: "I'll explain in a little while." So yeah, I play some Super Mario World (see a pattern here?) until he's finally ready to spill on what the fuck's going on. So yeah, he's like "Let's go talk in my cabin." My first thought: "Fuck!" I know that can't be good. Worse than that, I notice Jocque is coming too, so yeah...I'm like a prisoner going down to see the warden for discipline or something. I dunno. Anyway, I knew it must be bad. Long story shorter, they discussed with me what was going on. I'm not REALLY being moved to Scoutcraft persay...but instead, I'm gonna be a human pinball for the next 2 weeks. Yup, a human pinball. Wherever I'm needed they'll send me. Apparently Brad doesn't want me on his range anymore because I'm a "safety concern" or something. I know, remember 'The Incident'? Well, he also apparently finally got the message that I was miserable there or something, because I was. Anyway, I know he didn't do it to be kind...he did it to cover his ass. And you know what? The fucker never even told me himself. He fuckin' skipped out before I had my little talk with Brain and Jocque. He must've told them to tell me. Doesn't wanna confront me. Oh well, can't blame him I guess...he's only 22 after all...he's still got time to learn to take responsability for his actions himself. Anyway, that's it. Bring the sorrow and pour me a drink. Current Mood: aggravated | | Friday, July 23rd, 2004 | | 10:59 pm |
Camp....Week 6 - Part 1: The Incident
Ok everyone, before I say anything more, I have to say, that during this week I had my birthday. Yay! Ok, enough of that. I'll get into that later. Day 1 I get in there, and well...fuck, it's the real Hell Week. 300+ campers there alone, not to mention us staff. Things are OUT OF CONTROL! Already I get there at 1:00 and they're practically ready for me to guide a Troop. Tiffany hijacked my first assigned Troop, so I went back to get another. Heh, I never saw 'em again after I guided. Anyway, regardless, you're already thinking "Why the fuck is he wasting my time telling me this shit? Get to the fucking incident!" Well, tough. Classes went like normal...kinda. First day at least. Second day they got to shoot, which was new in my plans, but whatever. Regardless, work sucked. My voice was, and still is, bad. I had a bad case of "losing my voice" all week. My CIT did a lot of the commands so I could keep my voice. Yeah, anyway...usually day 3 of class (Wednesday, for those of you playing at home) is a good day. Especially since it was my birthday. But, my birthday took a few unexpected turns. First one was that I woke up at around 3:46 am and about 2 seconds later it began to pour torrential rain down upon my tent. It sounded like someone was spilling a load of shot or something on my fucking tent, and wouldn't stop. I had a stagger up and shut my tent flaps >< That's a bad sign right there. Well, then I woke up at 7:00 am and then agan at 7:42 am. I apparently went right to sleep after I woke up at 7:00. Well, then I didn't even eat...already my day was looking bright and sunny. Good news was, it would be an easy class day...they'd all be cleaning Rifles, which is the fucking easiest of all days. Well, this is where it gets tricky. I did it, and it went fine. Or so I thought....Anyway, before I get into that...ever have one of those days when you could just stop everything and just fucking go in the middle of the day. Yeah, this was one of those days. Good news was, instead of having my night off like normal, because we were Area of the Week way back whenever, we got another night off. This was that night, so my night off would be moved to the next day. Well, I got done with all my Open Shooting in the afternoon and then went to the Training Center for a little R&R. I was playing Super Mario World, when it happened. Brad comes in yelling for me, like always. I go outside and I'm like "Kevin said he'll serve first dinner and I can do second..." and he was like "That's fine but this ain't about that. Apparently there was an incident at the Range today, during one of your classes" and I was like "Incident?" he glared at me going "Yeah. I was just told that during one of your classes a kid picked up a rifle while they were supposed to be cleaning it, pointed it at another kid, and went 'bang, bang'" I was like "I have no idea what you're talking about Brad." He said "You were distracted, supposedly talking about Halo or something." I was like "No, I didn't talk about Halo at all today." He was like "Well, that happened, and you were distracted, and a Scoutmaster saw it, and got a photo." I was like "A photo?" He was all "Yeah. A photo." I was like "Well, in my defense, the bolt was out of the rifle. There's no way he could've been shot or anything." He glares again going "That's inconsequential. It's still a firearm." I'm like "I realize. I'm sorry. I was apprently distracted. I had no clue." I thought 'Why they fuck didn't that fuckoff Scoutmaster stop it instead of taking a picture?' Anyway, I got a stern bitching at, and lost my fucking hour off the next day to do work for Jim, the Ranger. Technically I didn't do anything for Jim, because I wasn't needed when Brad called him for me to do work, so instead he made me his "Trap Bitch" for his 11:30 Shotgun class. Anyway, that's the story of The Incident...and if you look at the title, that's only Part 1 of Week 6, so look out for Part 2...it's fucked up too. As always, bring the sorrow and pour me a drink. Current Mood: annoyed | | Saturday, July 17th, 2004 | | 12:37 pm |
Camp....Week 5 - Get Me the Fuck Out of Here!
Yeah...this blows. Why is it that I can't stand the two fucking people I have to work with? That's just my fucking luck....I like most of the other staff, but Goddamn...those two are just too damn difficult to get the fuck along with. Brad is a Georgian Rebel who treats me like a pile of shit while leaving that fucking prat Alex alone and never bitching to him at all, and Alex is an arrogant, tightassed, too mother fucking serious real asshole and a rotten excuse for a human being. He's the kind of person who'd make a great cubical-dweller. His spirit is already broken, even though he drinks and shit, it's like he's dead on the inside. He acts like he's better than everyone too - fucking Private College stick-up-his-assed shithead. I need to get the fuck out of this wretched hell-hole of a job. I've been yelled at for no reason whatsoever. Just on Tuesday he yelled at me for nothing - apparently I was walking too slow with the fucking bedsheet I was bring to make patches for the Goddamn muzzleloaders....I was on my way and he just yelled at me. >< He even bitched at me when I said I couldn't serve food because I was fucking sick! There's only been one time I didn't mind being around him this week...that was Thursday during the shotgun Scoutmaster Shoot. That's the only time, because I wasn't yelled at the whole time. I think he's been extremely pissed at me ever since Monday when I had to come home and take my night off because I needed to find out something important. He's been worse than ever since then. Or maybe he just didn't get fucked the week before on his week off and he was pissed about that. Who knows...all I know is I need to get the fuck out of there. I swear I'd already be out if I didn't need the money - Goddamn slave wages. I get $2.66 an hour! That's practiacally half of minimum wage! If I wasn't so despirate for money so that I could afford my planned trip to Anime Boston in 2005 to be with the girl I love, I'd go tell Brad to fuck himself, march down the the office, have a nice friendly chat with Brian so that maybe I could still use him as a reference to get other jobs, and then fucking quit. I'd be outta there so fast if I could get another job for a month! I hate that place so much...I loath the whole fucking camp. I'm sick now, too...and guess where I'm going tomorrow? That's right - back to that hell-hole for another 5 1/2 days full of misery where I'll just end up getting worse and worse until my vocal cords are so abused that they're unrecoverable and I lose everything...and die. My parents aren't nice about any of this either, they're just as bad as the rest of them. They'll fucking expect me to go back no matter what. I can't even get the fucking CD I want to get today because of this Goddamn ailment...and because this fucking town blows ass and only has dept stores that sell CD's now. >< I did get what I wanted - The Art of Drowning by AFI, and I picked up Sing the Sorrow, too. Well, I'd better try and recover from this, but I know it won't help. I can't recover in a day, and I KNOW I can't recover at camp. Bah! Fuck this shit! Bring the sorrow, there's more than enough of it to go around.... Current Mood: Shitty | | 1:33 am |
Camp Song - Revamped to My Specifications!
Ok...there's a song this goes to, about a button factory or something, but yeah, here's how it SHOULD go.... ::Stands up:: "Hi, my name is Josh, and I work a summer camp ya see! I have no life, or san-i-ty! One day Jocque came up to me and said 'Hey Josh, are you busy?' and I said 'Yeah I'm busy!' and he said 'Tough! Fill out pointless papers with your left hand!'" ::Does writing action with left hand:: "Hi, my name is Josh, and I work a summer camp ya see! I have no life, or san-i-ty! One day Jocque came up to me and said 'Hey Josh, are you busy?' and I said 'Hell yeah I'm busy!' and he said 'Tough! Carry heavy shit with your right hand!'" ::Does carrying action with right hand while doing writing action with left hand:: "Hi, my name is Josh, and I work a summer camp ya see! I have no life, or san-i-ty! One day Jocque came up to me and said 'Hey Josh, are you busy?' and I said 'Damn straight I'm busy!' and he said 'Tough! Make a bunch of Slushies with your left foot!'" ::Does a Slushie making action with left foot while still doing carrying action with right hand and writing action with left hand:: "Hi, my name is Josh, and I work a summer camp ya see! I have no life, or san-i-ty! One day Jocque came up to me and said 'Hey Josh, are you busy?' and I said 'Yeah, I'm fuckin' busy!' and he said 'Tough! Teach this merit badge with your right foot!'" ::Does teaching action with right foot while still doing Slushie making action with left foot plus carrying action with right hand and writing action with left hand:: "Hi, my name is Josh, and I work a summer camp ya see! I have no life, or san-i-ty! One day Jocque came up to me and said 'Hey Josh, are you busy?' and I said 'You damn fuckin' right I'm busy!' and he said 'Tough! Enter database info with your nose!'" ::Does keyboard typing action with nose while still doing teaching action with right foot and Slushie making action with left foot plus carrying action with right hand and writing action with left hand:: "Hi, my name is Josh, and I work a summer camp ya see! I have no life, or san-i-ty! One day Jocque came up to me and said 'Hey Josh, are you busy?' and I said 'What the FUCK do you think, Jocque!?' and he said 'Well, tough! Clean out this latrine with your tongue!'" ::Stops all actions and screams:: "FUCK YOU JOCQUE! TAKE THIS!" ::Does a 'kick to the groin numerous times' action along with some boxing moves to the face:: Current Mood:  blank | | Friday, July 9th, 2004 | | 10:18 am |
Final Fantasy IX
 You are Eiko! Cute and friendly, you treasure your friends dearly. It's all you really have. Sometimes, people treat you like a kid because you're so innocent, but you're actually quite an intelligent individual. Which Final Fantasy IX Character Are You? brought to you by Quizilla::Shrugs:: It's right, to a point at least. | | 2:03 am |
Results....
Yeah, I just took that personality test thingy that Rachel did, and yeah...here ya go, all:
You are fun, spontaneous, clever and interesting. People like to be around you because of your easygoing nature.
You like to wake up each morning without a plan and see where the day takes you, hopefully on some safe but relatively exciting adventure.
You excel in composition. You know what looks good together, what sounds good together, and what smells or tastes go together. This comes from a higher than normal tuned in attention to slight variations in color, texture, tone, and flavor.
You like to see everyone living harmoniously and can get irritated by whoever is currently rocking the boat and causing problems.
When faced with a problem you are most likely to solve it in the most obvious way, not implementing cumbersome standard methods or finding what is “socially acceptable” first.
Most people you interact with do not really know you. This is partially because of your reserved nature (you don’t tell them much), partially because most other types are less reserved (they spend too much time talking and not enough asking about you), and partially because you accept people the way they are (you don’t feel much of a need to correct and evaluate others, so people don’t realize how you think differently).
In fact, you have more interest in expressing yourself physically, through song, dance, or actions, than verbally, and you may give up too quickly when someone asks for a verbal explanation of your thoughts.
You prefer hands-on practical work. You may tolerate other types of work, but you’re never happier than when you’re building, fixing or creating something you can see, touch, taste or hear. You prefer work which is not fixed to a procedure, but which may, at any time, take an entirely new direction if the impulse hits you.
As a parent or leader you are non-directive, preferring to see what happens on its own rather than lay down strict procedures and give orders. To you it is understood that any procedures developed by necessity today disappear tomorrow unless they are still absolutely required.
If you do become difficult or cranky it is usually a result of someone else trying to impose some rule or boundary upon you personally, although your discomfort is almost always short lived and relatively painless for all involved. Current Mood: blank | | Sunday, July 4th, 2004 | | 2:05 am |
Woohoo!
I know it's just a random thing, but I like it. ^_^ Current Mood:  giddy | | 1:49 am |
Work Sucks and is Un-fucking-fair! -_-
Alex...the Archery motherfucker. Shit, I really dislike that assfuck. I don't really like Brian all that much either...stupid unfair motherfucking prick. How the fuck he could offer Alex $50 more than me, right off the bat, is beyond me! He sits in the fucking shade, blowing a whistle to give out commands and having the shooters get their own arrows and return them themselves, while I sweat in the hot sun, with no shade, have to scream out God-awful commands that I hate because I should never have to say them and they sound so fucking unnatural, have to put up everyone's fucking targets myself, fill ammo shit myself unless I have a helper, and watch everyone with my goddamn director usually watching me like a hawk while he doesn't watch that other fuck one bit. It sucks ass -_- God I hate my job...if I didn't need this money for college I'd quit. I really would. I'd be like "Fuck you...you're unfair, offering this prickass $50 more a week than me to do less work when he's no more qualified than me. Fuck, you suck ass and you can take this job and shove it you motherfucker. I'm outta here...good luck getting a new Rifle instructor now you fuckhole. Go on, make Brad teach shotgun, deal with all the shooting sports shit, AND teach rifle too. Or here's a thought: make that fucker Alex work for his extra $50 and have him teach both - work that fucker twice as hard and crush his spirit. Go on assfuck, deal with it!" At least I have this week off...I'm gonna confront that fuckhole when I get back and ask why he offered prickassed Alex more than me right off the bat. He offered me $100 and him $150. What'd he think I'd think when I got wind of that and then let that stew inside my head for a while? I demand an explanation, and if I don't get one, and a damn good one at that, no fucking "Well, he's in college now and you're not" or "He's from Mass and you're just from Minnesota" bullshit. If he tries to pull that kinda shit on me, shortchanging my explaination, or even "Well, we had that much left after we hired you, so we decided to give it to him", who the fuck knows what I'll do. I have my limits, and this unfair bullshit is right up there, ready to cross the line. Next time I get there, I'm gonna bring the sorrow, and whatever happens, will happen because it needed to. Current Mood: irate | | Friday, July 2nd, 2004 | | 10:37 pm |
Camp....Week 3 - First Week of Scouts
God am I glad it's Friday! I had no clue what the fuck was gonna happen with my classes, I was just about ready to fuckin' freak out. I got there on Sunday and was like "I need my fucking lesson plan I wrote out 2 weeks ago!" So I got Brad to get me that because he had it, and I was like "Good, I know all this shit." Anyway, later than night I watched some Love Hina with some Staff friends - starting it up in the Training Center was a bad idea with all the fucking perverts who're on staff who were in there at the time (Goddamn "hand checks") - so that was fun. Anyway, the next day, 8:20 am, I'm at the range getting ready to teach and I ask Brad if my class was gonna be able to shoot and he was like "Nope." Well, there goes half my fucking class. I had a few things I was gonna teach, and then let 'em shoot, but nope, so I had to go on with some of the other shit from the next few days that I knew and could remember were required to be taught. I got yelled at for going off topic, but it was only because my class looked bored out of its mind - 50 minutes of me talking about rifles and guns and shit is not a pretty sight. But, I got through it, and just in time to go through that same routine...twice more! Oh joy! Yeah, it wasn't very fun, but it's my job. Out there in that desert of a barren wasteland we call our range. It's hot as hell, AND I have to work there during awful sunny times...mornings and then 2:00-5:00 pm Slushies are kind of a perk though, as we're like, right next to the trading post and Staff gets 'em free (hehe). Anyway, more Love Hina abounded, and it was fun. The next day was more teaching, and jumping from thing to thing. At least they got to shoot, which ate some time up. Again, too damn much time in the sun - I'm almost always directly in the sun because our range for rifle has no sheleter. -_- Even more Love Hina that night. Apparently everyone stayed up too fucking late, because on Wednesday Brian imposed a cerfew on all under 18. I didn't care too much, and I figured he was just blowing shit out of his ass, but I gues not because after I got back from my night off with another Love hina DVD and watched one episode in Jordan's tent, and started another one when THEY arrived, kicking everyone out because the rest weren't 18, and he wasn't either, so I had to go too. Yeah, 11:00 cerfew. Oh well. Anyway, Thursday went by slowly, and so did today it seemed. It'd been really hot, so yeah, I was sleepy. I get sleepy when I'm in the sun, it drains me. Anyway, I'm finally back, and dammit, Alex, the Archery guy whom I need to be around constantly because the archery range is, surprise, right next to the rifle range, can really be a real asshead at times. Yeah, I don't seem to fit in up there, but whatever, I get the job done. Yeah, so I'm home, and I actually have a whole week at home! Yeah! Woohoo! Well, I guess that's enough, so yeah...goodnight Current Mood: good | | Sunday, June 27th, 2004 | | 7:51 am |
Camp...Week 2 - Webolos Week
Ok, a synopsis of what's happened thus far. Week 2 was the first week we started doing more duties and we dealt with Webelos - two different groups with I dunno how many "packs" each, each staying for up around 3 days. Mostly what I ended up doing was manual labor again until around 3:15 or so when I was to set up my BB gun range and get ready for them to shoot at 3:45. Alright, apparently I wasn't friendly enough or maybe too stern or something, but I actually got complaints from the first group. What am I supposed to do, look the other way when they're pointing them at each other (even by accident)? Alex got complaints too, about the archery range. Anyway, I was happy to discover that a fair amount of the staff is into Anime, so a good amount of freetime (that's after 9 pm in case I never specified last time) had anime viewing. Woohoo! Princess Mononoke, Tenchi Muyo in Love, and Full Metal Panic [something]. I'm bringin' Love Hina, so that'll be the anime of the week pretty much. Finally I'll be getting my Wednesday night off that I requested for each week, since everyone gets a night off. Well, group 2 went better I think, even though we did this free slushie thing where if you hit a balloon you get a ticket, and really it wasn't prepared very well so that when it came time to actually do it, we had like, no tickets. I had to get helpful parents to get involved in making some and even in blowing up some balloons. Alex didn't do it on the first day with that group but I did, and then the next day I was like "Hey, since you didn't do it yesterday, why don't you do it today?" He did that, and so I just had to deal with targets again, no more balloons. Thursday night Joch (I don't care if that's how it's spelled or not, that's how I'm writin' it) gave us all the night off so I went home for an hour, just like before. Then Friday fuckin' finally came and I was like "Shit yeah, finally I get to go home for a good amount of time tonight" We got the range looking like it might work, but still...it's doubtful that it'll REALLY be ready in time for it to be good. National Inspection is on Tuesday I think, and well...heh, maybe I shouldn't say anything about violations, hehe. Anyway, that's most of the week...umm, since it's Sunday morning I need to get ready to go back again, and tomorrow I start teaching older boys how to shoot .22 rifles. Well, that's all for now I guess, I'll post again next week. Bring the sorrow. Current Mood: blank | | Sunday, June 20th, 2004 | | 12:58 am |
Camp...Week 1 - Staff Week
Well, week one was a fucking bitch. This job sucks...Rifle Instructor. RIFLE INSTRUCTOR! Anyone who knows me knows that's just fucked up right there. I spent a fair amount of the first week trying to figure out people's names becuase I was never introduced to them because I came later, but who the fuck cares, huh? Anyway, Sunday wasn't bad, and I moved into my tent. Yeah...moved in. They're keeping me there like a prisoner. I can only go when they allow me to, and that's not often. Monday for Area Work I pulled rebar and an old building structor of wood along with the Archery Instructor. Our Area Director is from Georgia, which isn't bad in itself, but the fact that he keeps rambling on about the fucking South and how the North is fucked up and shit and that the South SHOULD be its own country is just so wrong. He wants Georgia to reinstate Chaingangs...mother fucking Chaingangs. He also feels that if you mearly back-talk to a police officer, that officer has the right, the fucking RIGHT to beat the living shit out of you. If that's not fucked up I don't know what is. I know, this is public shit, so I may be getting some angry shit from Southerners, and I don't mind that, nor do I mind people from the South as long as they don't act like they're a fucking Confederate straight out of the Civil War. In fact I care deeply about a girl I know who lives in South Carolina, so I'm not against people from the South. I'm also friends with a girl from Georgia, but yeah. Anyway, I need to be able to TEACH people about shooting rifles...I don't even want most people to TOUCH rifles, let alone learn how to shoot 'em better. Call me a crazy mother fucker but I say that all guns are weapons, no matter if they're used for marksmanship or what. It is not a sophistocated tool, it's a fucking weapon. A knife is a tool, but a gun is a weapon. Well, That same Monday I moved mattresses and shit around as well for the Manual Labor portion of the day. I can tell you this, we do not get much free time at all. Not allowed off the property, just like a prisoner. The only good news is that we DO have electricity. Needless to say, I didn't bring anything electronical when I first came, so that didn't matter at first. Anyway, Tuesday was finishing the wood shit at the "Range", which isn't even a range because it's basically a desert without a shelter for the shooting and shit to happen in and such. Anyway, we also cleaned some of the weapons. Brad, the Director who doesn't like Yankees, doesn't want anyone calling guns (or firearms as he really perfers) weapons, so from now on that's just what I'll call them on here -- weapons. Manual Labor that day was mattresses again and hauling longs and shit and throwing them into a wood chipper. Fun shit. Recognize the sarcasm? Ok, the next days for Area Work were pretty much crap. Wednesday was basically nothing, and Manual Labor that day was more chipping. That day we were allowed to leave the camp, but before we could, we had to wait until the Tornado Warning the next county over passed by. Anyway, I got home for about...an hour before I had to leave and be back again. I loved that hour. By then I had electrical stuff and power in my tent. Thursday I worked at a Day Camp dealing with little kids and BB Guns. That lasted from 9:00 am (because we got lost several times trying to find the place) to about 3:00 am. From 3:30 pm to 4:25 pm or so was...you guessed it...more chipping for Manual Labor time. Friday work was mattresses and cot frames moving, and Area was setting up BB and Archery ranges for the group of littler but not as little as the Day Camp kids to use this coming week. We also got to go home on Friday after doing our Campfire skits. Oh how nice that was to get home. Here I am still at home. My only REAL day off is Saturday. I must go back again by 1:00 pm Sundays. -_- I really don't like this...I can't even LEARN this weapon shit, let alone memorize it to be able to teach it. Lots of fucking pressure...maybe I won't be able to do it and they'll fire me. ::Shrugs:: If so, then let it be...I'm not used to going through this kind of Hellish torture and being forced to stay cut off from the real world. This job I feel is bad for a first job because it involves too much responsibility and things forced to do. All us Staff have to be as flexible as one contortionists from that French Cricus show -- Circ de Shalae or whatever. We're also forced to stay within the confines of the camp unless allowed otherwise which is a God-awful thing. At least at McDonald's you get to go home and have shifts that are actually prepared and organized...somewhat at least. Well, I should go to sleep now, these fuckers get us up by 7:00 am everyday we're there, so getting some sleep at home and sleeping in a little later would probably be a good idea. I'll post next week. Bring the sorrow. Current Mood: tired |
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