Being written up for insubordination. Not coming back to Lake Winfield next year.

I miss singing. No, I miss being good at singing.

I showed up for training this morning at Lake Winfield. My boss was late. The remaining time designated for training was then dedicated to bitching about the rec director, maintainance staff, and one of the playground staff. The gossip got very insulting and personal, aimed at two guys whom I consider friends. I drove off after a half hour completely disgusted. I came back later for work, and we ordered Chinese and sat around chilling like good friends. Go fig.

Listening to Chanticleer "Shenandoah" right now. I think I will audition for an acappella group next semester. Something so that I don't go a semester without singing.....nah, I just miss being the big shot in high school chorus. I really, really do.

Candice and I went to the movies tonight. I'm starting to really not like the Waterbury theatre - the usual group of local youth was being loud and annoying, having a great time visiting and chatting with each other. During the movie. God forbid anyone yells at them, because then you're a racist. The people who paid to get in were nearly as bad.

Mom, Dad, and little sister are going away tomorrow (this) morning for Cape Cod for a week. I think I lost another pound. I went to put on one of the skirts I got soon after I came home for the summer, and it was too big. :-)

Good night, to the soothing sounds of Chanticleer....

Isn't it funny how the stupidest little things can significantly brighten one's mood?

Today, I admit to myself that I do like kids. I've been fighting it, but the time has come that I need to own up and admit to it. Damn kids.

In a good mood tonight, if a little sore from training this morning (ow).

Sleepy but not ready for sleep.

I may have been working a little too much in the past couple weeks. I'm very tired right now. Last night was one of the nights wherein an Orthodox Jewish boys' camp rents out Lake Compounce for four hours after normal closing time. It ended up being not as bad as management made it out to be - I think they made me more nervous than the actual kids. There certainly were some perverts there, but I was lucky enough to not be grabbed/touched/groped, other than a few handshakes. The younger ones were just like every other kind of kids, while the older ones were a little weird. Well, I agreed to work it for the experience (I'm not getting overtime for it) and experience I did get. Whether I want any more of that particular experience.....yeah, I'll let you know.

I spent some quality time at Lake Winfield this morning with my co-workers. By "quality time", I mean sitting quietly, occasionally talking to the one or two people there I can stand to have conversations with, and listening to my bosses talk about their drinking habits. Congratulations, you've found the perfect birth control, you made yourself pee at the doctor's office even though you went before you got there, you know the best way to party (that would be to switch to a different drink once you've gotten pretty smashed, apparently), you've been drinking since eighth grade, and you have a French pedicure for which you've just found the perfect topcoat. It's thin, and it's no-chip! Either I'm a hopeless loser with no life, or they are. No, I take it back. People like that do just fine in management.

I think I work so much to escape being lonely, and that I'm scornful of others out of jealousy.




Nah.

I wonder if anyone's still reading this.

I had a vivid dream about my former boyfriend last night. Vivid dreams are unusual for me, so it has me a little uneasy. When I say "vivid" I don't mean dirty, I mean that the events were clear and unfogged by the usual dream fog, and it made sense. Well, dreaming about him doesn't make a whole lot of sense way I see it, but you know what I mean. I've rambled on that long enough. It was the kind of dream I should have been having a year ago. Ah, whatever.

Lake Compounce luau, just came back from. It was fun, except for getting reamed at by the head of public service for not watching my zone ("Are you playing, or watching?!") at Clipper Cove. Yeah, I was playing, and I have all but one of my bosses on my side.

I'm a lil on the sleepy side to fill my blog with too much garbage about work, home, etc tonight. So, I'm going to get offline, watch an episode of Futurama, and go to sleep. Goodnight.

Work work work. Getting new and interesting tan lines.