Things I Forgot I Hated About RPS Part 1

Yes that's right...I'm back at the kiosk slinging bagels and making change. At first this was a super depressing thought and job prospect. However, I have come to accept it as a good temporary job option because of a few things:

1) I already know what I'm doing.
2) Peter is my boss, which is super amazing.
3) I get some time off when Tom visits.
4) It's an extremely easy job that I will never bring home with me.

It's still a little bit disappointing, but alas. At least I'm not at the salon anymore. But there are a few things that get under my skin. Things that I should have remembered but for some reason chose to forget. Here they are.

1) Stupid people. Now, this is a problem in most jobs, especially ones that deal with customers. But honestly I don't understand how half of these people got in to college. There are signs posted all over the kiosk stating what time we close. And eventually it should become common knowledge for those people who I consider regulars. But there is not a day that goes by where I don't watch some idiot trying to open all the locked coolers to get a drink, pulling at the door with a puzzled look on their face. I should be nice and just immediately tell them we're closed, but sometimes I like to watch them make an ass of themselves for awhile. Or people who walk up to a supervisor when they are counting the money in the drawer and ask "Is there still time for me to get a drink?" NO! Clearly we are closing down the register. Why would they let you buy a Coke, thus forcing them to completely redo counting the drawer. STUPID. PEOPLE. There are millions of other examples like this...but I'll get to those at a later date.

2) People who buy a donut, which is $.75, and pay with a 20. That drives me absolutely insane. I realize that not everyone has a dollar bill...but break your 20 some other way. Just pisses me off.

3) People who get pissed at me about how much things cost, and then talk to me about it like I have the power to change it. I can't fucking change the price. If it's too expensive...which it is...SHOP SOMEWHERE ELSE.

4) People who wear their ear buds throughout the transaction. When I ask them a question they can't hear me. It's incredibly rude. Take out your buds. Don't be an asshole.

That's it for now. I'm going to go drool over Michael Fassbender now.

Kitties and Dragons

To catch the blog up on my life...

I am currently working at a salon, as their receptionist. Yes...noble work for someone with a degree. I answer their calls, take their money, and book their appointments. Apparently reading texts from all periods of history and writing endless analytical papers about said texts has given me the skills needed to take phone calls and do laundry.

I am still in Bloomington, hovering between the future and the past. Envious of my friends that are still in school, and yet ecstatic that I never have to do homework. I'm in limbo. I'm standing on the precipice of the rest of my life.

So...

I've decided to move to Brazil.

Just kidding.

I do however want to move. Perhaps Austin? San Diego? Chicago? NYC? Philadelphia? San Fransisco? London? I wish.

My life right now consists of going to work, coming home and watching things on Netflix with my roommates, and getting drunk. Thrilling. Who wants to give me a loan?

I want a cat named Pangur Ban. And a dragon named Toothless.

The end.

Googling

I'm currently in the middle of posting on someone's wall and I wanted to see if there were any other clever names that Jesus went by (because I am signing the post as though I am Jesus...naturally)and as I started to type this is what the search bar suggested in order of apparent importance to the Google using community:

other names for the civil war
other names for the devil
other names for Jesus (yup...number 3)
other names for MSG
other names for grandma
other names for lung cancer
other names for tundra
other names for God
other names for Satan
other names for black people

I realize that repetition of "other names for" was unnecessary but I'm just trying to show you exactly what it is that I saw. I find this amusing. I find it more amusing that this came about because of 1) facebook, 2) a ridiculous and entirely blasphemous party that we are having the weekend before the solstice, and 3) our new found love of wild and crazy nicknames.

Ah to be young and bored.

Edie and Andy

I want to be Edie Sedgwick.

Last week I watched "Factory Girl" with a few friends. It was about her, and largely about her time being the it girl with Andy Warhol. I watched this movie. I saw how flash-in-the-pan she was. I saw the destruction of her life from her time in the factory. I saw how drugs ruined her life.

But I still want to be her. What is it about the sixties that make me believe that everything was necessary? There is no monumental social movement going on right now. I spent four years of college not protesting. I realize that the relationship she had with Andy Warhol literally killed her. So why do I want to be her? Why would I risk it all to be that it girl? It's the general feeling I have about the sixties. I just want to be a part of something. I am tired of sitting here, doing nothing with my life. Even the thing I really want to do seems stupid in the grand scheme of things. I just want to be important. I want what I do to leave something behind. Edie Sedgwick made a splash in one year. Kurt, Janis, Jimi, and Jim all died at 27, but they still changed the world. I want to be important. That's it. I don't even want to be famous necessarily. I just want what I do to matter.

Who has the drugs to make this happen?

Do I need drugs to make this happen?

I'M SO RESTLESS I COULD JUST GET IN MY CAR AND DRIVE TO PARIS. LITERALLY. LET'S DRIVE TO PARIS. OR LONDON. OR FUCKING ANYWHERE. I NEED TO LEAVE.

Here's to making it happen.

Chelsea

It's Friday night/Saturday morning. Since Monday I have eaten grilled cheese while drunk three times. This feels wrong.

Welcome to the life of someone that has nothing to do. I realize that it hasn't even been two weeks since I graduated from college, but it feels like eons. I, as a person who enjoys feeling needed, hate being this bored. There is this magical time of the day when one roommate is at work and the other is in class and pseudo roomie goes to work where I feel completely and utterly useless. It's to the point where I can't even do things that I need to be doing. It took me days to clean my pit of a bedroom because I just have no gumption to do anything. Because I know that I have endless amounts of time to complete it.

I need a job.

I'd like a lover/boyfriend who is also jobless so that we can fill our hours with wanton sex.

I could use an endless supply of free wine.

Welcome to the real world?

It's so funny because that used to annoy the hell out of me. When people would say to me "well at least you're still in college, just wait until you get to the real world". I have been pretty firmly planted in the real world for some time, considering that I was in school full time and working to support myself. I'd call that pretty real. This is surreal. Here I am, in this "real world" that every one has been telling me about. And it doesn't seem real. I have nothing to do. I have nowhere to go. I have no homework, no papers to write. I have nothing to study for. This thought simultaneously thrills me and bothers me. I just need to fill my time with something other than watching TV. I do realize that this responsibility lies squarely on my shoulders. And I do realize that I'm currently complaining. Not trying to be dramatic.

It's 4:33 AM. I should be sleeping.

Instead I'm here, spitting out my problems to 8 people I know and other randos I don't.

It's now 4:43...and since the last ten minutes have gone by without any new thoughts or revelations I'd say it's time to attempt sleep. One of these days I will write a blog concerning nothing but happy things. Puppies and kittens. That kind of shit. Everyone loves puppies.

To the Hallowed Halls and Vine Draped Walls

So I'm graduating tomorrow. 4 years. It seems simultaneously like eons and like about 2 seconds. I have met so many incredible people here. Two of the best friends I will ever hope to find anywhere, people that have been there for me at every point of my college career. We have been through everything together. We've all seen each other at our lowest and highest. I honestly am not even sure I could have gotten through college without both of them there. I'm feeling uber nostalgic right now, which is probably natural and unfortunately girly (le barf). I just wish that there were words to express what this feels like. It's weird. It's scary. It's exciting. It just is.

So what do we do now? I feel like I'm missing something, like there is a piece to the puzzle that got lost in the move. I feel like there are things that I have needed to do that I forgot. I'm sleeping like shit and eating even worse. And tomorrow I graduate and then I'm just here. Floating. I'm not a student anymore and I will now feel a little pathetic writing BA English on job applications to restaurants.

I've also been getting the sense that I haven't done enough with my 4 years. I haven't really done anything but school and work. I feel like I need to have more experiences at this point in my life. I'm 22. Where did all the excitement go? I spent too much time being responsible, and now I have to be that constantly. But I don't want to go back either, because I'm burnt out. I'm tired of pulling all nighters and feeling guilty on the weekends for having fun instead of studying. And I'm tired of required reading. So this is all going to be better right?

I want this feeling to go away.

And to Katie and Haley: I love you. More than you could ever realize.

Chirpin'

Twitter is ruining my ability to communicate in more than 140 characters.