For whatever reason, it just struck me today that school is over. It's officially summer (well, not officially, actually, but it might as well be) and it completely snuck up on me. Time for everyone to go on their merry summer ways. Or, in my case, not.
Yesterday Maya and I went over to my friend Laura's apartment. Laura had all kinds of food that she didn't want to take home, so she gave a ton of random stuff to us. It was actually really exciting.
Today I went over to my friends' apartment to help them pack, clean, sort, etc. Terra and Lilli both had stuff everywhere when I arrived early afternoon; it was kind of amazing that as much got done as it did tonight. Mostly, I felt like I was just keeping them company, I didn't really do a lot of work. Especially after Terra brought out her wine and I accidentally drank too much of it. I was just enjoying its cold fruitiness and forgot that I basically hadn't eaten anything today... whoops! Tipsiness was not part of the game plan today, but sometimes these things happen. Anyways, not much thanks to me the second half of the night, they're pretty much moved out now. Well, Terra is moved out and Lil will be tomorrow. They both gave us a bunch of food too.
Then came the hard part... we had to say goodbye to Terra. It hit me all of a sudden, the way it does... I am a pretty rare crier - probably only once every three to six months, but when I do cry, it tends to be rather abrupt and I rarely see it coming.
Terra is going to France next year for study abroad and unless I decide to pick up and visit her sometime - which is unlikely, considering the state of my finances - I won't see her til the fall of 2008. A year and four months sounds like a very long time right now. I don't know, it was just hard. I'm going to miss her a lot. I had to work very hard to not have a complete breakdown after she left.
Tomorrow, Laura leaves. Maya and I are going to say goodbye in the morning, but that's going to be hard, too... she's studying abroad in Australia until next November. Six months isn't nearly as long, so I think this goodbye will be easier. I hope.
But then Maya's going to leave... and I don't even know how I'm going to handle that. She's only going to Mexico for six weeks, but it still sounds terribly long. She's such a constant presence in my life now that I don't know what I'll do without her. Lilli's moving in, which is great, because I really think I'd break down if I had to live alone. Don't get me wrong, I love myself and I love my alone time, but I need to feel like I have some kind of family to come home to. And no, Nermal doesn't really count. Anyways... I know it'll be fine without Maya, I mean, we made it all last summer, all winter break and all spring break without each other, but the difference this time is that we both aren't leaving... it's just her.
It's weird, though... all the food everyone "donated" to us makes me feel safe. Maybe it's just because I'm like one of those grandmas. The ones that always make you sure you eat seconds, because in their minds, food = love. My friends wouldn't leave me their food (even their half-used mustards, random teabags and jars of olives) unless they really loved me, right? Right. Which means they'll be back, and my sadness isn't really as necessary as it might seem. So when they get back from all their adventures, I'll help them move home to Eugene. And then I'll share my food with them. And hopefully my wine, because God knows I'm not drinking any of the stuff the next time I try to haul boxes all over everyplace.
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Friday, June 15, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
worky work work
So... uhh. So much for posting daily. I suppose I could get away with saying, at this point, that I will post every weekday. I guess it doesn't really matter. I'm posting a blog right now, and that's what's important.
I've interviewed for a couple jobs so far in Eugene, and I am really starting to hate the interview process. I've never had a "real" job before and that is probably part of the problem. I get really nervous at interviews, and I already don't come across that well when I first meet people, usually. Kinda stand-offish. The two job interviews I've had were for things that I was initially pretty excited about, and then after being interviewed I realized that I didn't even want the job that I was applying for. And then both places told me they weren't going to hire me anyways, which doesn't even bother me because I don't want the jobs anymore.
The first job I interviewed for, a couple months ago now, was to work at IntroDUCKtion (ow, ow, the horrid pun is injuring me bodily...) as a Student Orientation Staff member. It sounded fun originally because it seemed like the kind of job that I could make friends with the other kids and maybe feel a little more involved in U of O. Then they had me do a group interview, at which I realized I probably didn't want to work there anymore because all the other kids seemed like such fakes. The boss made a bunch of comments about dress code, what we could or couldn't display on our MySpaces or Facebooks, etc. They were looking for some perfect model student, you could tell. Not real people. I like Oregon well enough, but mostly it's just another university to me, and I'm not willing to become Susie School Spirit for a job. They called me back for a personal interview, and I went, but reluctantly... and I have to admit I didn't put much effort in for that one.
Then last week I had an interview to work at the Card Office, where they print student ID cards. Boring, yes, but it also sounded easy, which is, sadly, kind of appealing. When I went in for this one, the people interviewing me were a lot nicer and friendlier. So much so, in fact, that I was creeped out. They were all SO HAPPY. Which is great, I guess, but why? YOU WORK IN A BASEMENT SURROUNDED BY FLOURESCENT LIGHTING. Are they brainwashed, or is there something in the EMU water? I don't mean that they were nice, I mean, these ladies were laughing very hard and beaming brilliantly, almost in unison. I'm one of the happiest people I know, but I still don't think I could handle working with these people. Too much optimism is almost depressing sometimes. That's a horrible thing to say but it's what I really think. Anyways, I guess they could only give me 10 hours a week, and I basically told them that that wasn't enough, so when they sent me an email saying that the position was filled but I should reapply in fall I wasn't surprised.
I have another interview on Thursday at Mangiamo's, the bakery/coffee shop at the EMU. I'm really hoping I get this one, and that it doesn't disappoint. At this point I just want a job. But really, this is what I wanted all along. A nice summer job where I could be social and not have to think too hard, and where I could work for 30, 40 hours a week. I need that much time if I'm going to be getting minimum wage (bleh). Also, I would learn the skills of a barista. Kick ass. I've always wanted to know how to make a jillion specialty coffees. And baked goods surrounding me all day... I probably would have to start going to the rec center more (or, er, start going to the rec center, period) but how delicious. Mmmm. The best part about Mangiamo's, though, is its location. It's this nice, sunny, open room on the main floor of the EMU (the student union building here) called the Fishbowl. Plus, I could tell people I work in the cafeteria from Animal House, and that's just awesome. The scene where John Belushi stuffs his face and then sprays the food all over the prepsters ("That boy is a P-I-G, pig!") was filmed in the Fishbowl. It's classic. Not to mention I snooped past there the other day and they obviously don't have a rigid dress code or creepily happy workers. Thank God. Anyways, wish me luck, guys... I'm crossing my fingers.
I've interviewed for a couple jobs so far in Eugene, and I am really starting to hate the interview process. I've never had a "real" job before and that is probably part of the problem. I get really nervous at interviews, and I already don't come across that well when I first meet people, usually. Kinda stand-offish. The two job interviews I've had were for things that I was initially pretty excited about, and then after being interviewed I realized that I didn't even want the job that I was applying for. And then both places told me they weren't going to hire me anyways, which doesn't even bother me because I don't want the jobs anymore.
The first job I interviewed for, a couple months ago now, was to work at IntroDUCKtion (ow, ow, the horrid pun is injuring me bodily...) as a Student Orientation Staff member. It sounded fun originally because it seemed like the kind of job that I could make friends with the other kids and maybe feel a little more involved in U of O. Then they had me do a group interview, at which I realized I probably didn't want to work there anymore because all the other kids seemed like such fakes. The boss made a bunch of comments about dress code, what we could or couldn't display on our MySpaces or Facebooks, etc. They were looking for some perfect model student, you could tell. Not real people. I like Oregon well enough, but mostly it's just another university to me, and I'm not willing to become Susie School Spirit for a job. They called me back for a personal interview, and I went, but reluctantly... and I have to admit I didn't put much effort in for that one.
Then last week I had an interview to work at the Card Office, where they print student ID cards. Boring, yes, but it also sounded easy, which is, sadly, kind of appealing. When I went in for this one, the people interviewing me were a lot nicer and friendlier. So much so, in fact, that I was creeped out. They were all SO HAPPY. Which is great, I guess, but why? YOU WORK IN A BASEMENT SURROUNDED BY FLOURESCENT LIGHTING. Are they brainwashed, or is there something in the EMU water? I don't mean that they were nice, I mean, these ladies were laughing very hard and beaming brilliantly, almost in unison. I'm one of the happiest people I know, but I still don't think I could handle working with these people. Too much optimism is almost depressing sometimes. That's a horrible thing to say but it's what I really think. Anyways, I guess they could only give me 10 hours a week, and I basically told them that that wasn't enough, so when they sent me an email saying that the position was filled but I should reapply in fall I wasn't surprised.
I have another interview on Thursday at Mangiamo's, the bakery/coffee shop at the EMU. I'm really hoping I get this one, and that it doesn't disappoint. At this point I just want a job. But really, this is what I wanted all along. A nice summer job where I could be social and not have to think too hard, and where I could work for 30, 40 hours a week. I need that much time if I'm going to be getting minimum wage (bleh). Also, I would learn the skills of a barista. Kick ass. I've always wanted to know how to make a jillion specialty coffees. And baked goods surrounding me all day... I probably would have to start going to the rec center more (or, er, start going to the rec center, period) but how delicious. Mmmm. The best part about Mangiamo's, though, is its location. It's this nice, sunny, open room on the main floor of the EMU (the student union building here) called the Fishbowl. Plus, I could tell people I work in the cafeteria from Animal House, and that's just awesome. The scene where John Belushi stuffs his face and then sprays the food all over the prepsters ("That boy is a P-I-G, pig!") was filmed in the Fishbowl. It's classic. Not to mention I snooped past there the other day and they obviously don't have a rigid dress code or creepily happy workers. Thank God. Anyways, wish me luck, guys... I'm crossing my fingers.
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