I can't shake the feeling that I've done something horribly wrong.

Had my first day at Lake Winfield today. I recognize the fact that it's really juvenile and immature to complain about co-workers in one's online journal. Now that I've recognized that.....I hope first impressions aren't exceptionally accurate indicators of how this summer is going to be. I'm not a drunk, I don't read Cosmo, I don't brag about my sexual escapades (as if I had any), my life doesn't revolve around alcohol and sex, I almost never go to concerts outside UConn, and I'm not giddy. These are all the reasons I don't fit in. I feel like I came off as trying too hard and being a show-offy screw-up. I may have also made a mistake with my new boss. Only time will tell, and in the meantime I'm trying to tell myself that this, like most things I worry about, is all in my head. The actual guarding part of my few hours there was quite relaxing, especially compared to that infernal waterpark.

I ended up with nothing to do by 3pm, so I tagged along with my aunt, uncle, and cousins to Fran's grad party. Not a terrible way to spend a Saturday, considering I would have had nothing to do at home but babysit.

I'm sick of talking about my jobs, but I still do it a lot. I need better conversation material.Pyrotechnics start good conversations....