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Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Let Them Eat Cake

Colin offering me a beer at a party we went to together:

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Did not get a perfect score on my first grad school paper, so I momentarily don't like the world. Shall recover by watching TV.

I had my first day of work. It made my brain deflate and my butt ache. I spent my first four hours in the working world filling out papers and reading. The first handbook was alright. I even managed to laugh at some of the instructions. Like "try not to fall off ladders." Okay, I paraphrased a little.
The second handbook proved to be very redundant and filled with details that I'll only be able to remember with: a) a lot of repetition or b) real world experience.
For example, the temperature for steaming milk for adults should be between 150 and 170 degrees. But for kiddies stay closer to 120 degrees. And the espresso should take 18 to 23 seconds to pour out and you should mix it with the rest of the drink within the 10 seconds after that. Okay, so I remembered those factoids, but they were only two of the gazillion and seven things I should know to do.

I go in again on Thursday. I feel like it'll be day one, part II because I still don't have a locker and have no idea what I'm doing.

The B&N employees seem like a good/entertaining group. I got to witness a lot of interactions since I sat, reading in the break room for most of the day. Plus, I witnessed the door code being changed, so I knew the code before most of the employees. That made me feel included. Plus, it meant I got many mini-breaks whenever people tried to get into the room with the old code. I was very cool with this, cause it meant I got to stop reading and leave the chair that was slowly attaching itself to my butt.

Am exhausted. I think it has something to do with the fact that I "worked" for the first time today and only got five hours of sleep last night and six hours of sleep the night before that. But drank coffee, so feel somewhat coherent.

Sigh. So many story ideas, not enough time to write them all.

On that note, I have decided to completely rewrite/change my first long work. I foresee pain in my future.

mmmmm, sleep in tomorrow.

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