47 : 1
Nevermind the statistics; I had fun!
So, I did end up getting to go to Otakon, in a fell swoop of chaos. I managed to catch a ride and board with a friend of mine at, literally, the last second. Covering my shifts at work was utter hell, too, but oh well. I can’t say I enjoyed traveling with said friend…things were rather delayed and laggy. I can’t really complain, because if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have gone…but I did cover my part of the expenses and part of the room.
It was my first con, and it was great fun. It probably helped that Phixious was there [<3!] because I was incredibly disoriented and a little overwhelmed at first, but I got over it pretty quickly. Just…everything. It was wonderful. I definitely see con-going as one of my new dorky hobbies. I’m even, in fact, considering volunteering for Otakon next year. I think it would be great fun…[ooh, and I'd get NHS hours!] and I’d eventually get to be real staff. Bwaha.
It already seems like so long ago, when it was just a week ago. The weekend I got to spend with Phix was nowhere near enough–and those of you who are separated by distance understand that any amount of time short of all of it is far too little. I’m very thankful for the time I did get to spend with him, though. I relish every single moment. I’m going to spare the whole of X111 [gosh, and the internet!] the gory details…but I miss him, and I am very fortunate to have him. I hope to see him before summer’s end, but the likelihood of that is slim…and that depresses me, because come September…fourth, I believe, I’m going to be consumed by school more than I ever have been. Actually, I might be able to see him in October…and in November. I look forward to the occasions!
Work is…monotonous. I hardly get paid anything that could remotely be considered decent. It’s annoying to be treated like a little kid there simply because I’m the youngest employee. So? It’s meaningless; I’m also the most fucking intelligent! One of the managers still can’t operate the damn computers there, and he’s been there for three months, whereas I haven’t even been there for one, and I picked it up within a day of being taught. The two other girls in my position are both paid more than I am–one of whom deserves it, the other…not so much. She’s absolutely worthless; she stocks nothing, she cleans nothing, and when the two of us are scheduled, she stands around on her cell phone or listening to her iPod, and otherwise standing in my way, being annoying. The only manager that has hiring\firing capabilities is a worthless asshole who caters to these lazy employees and does absolutely nothing about their lack of input.
My paycheck was meager, but I opened a checking account anyway. I’m waiting for my card to come in the mail; it should be here by Wednesday at the latest, supposedly, but you know how it goes.
I have summer essays to write–five of them–and they’re due before I go to the beach. Well, they’re due while I’m at the beach, but since they have to be there, I have to have them done before I go. I’ll be gone for a week–August 10-17–at Sunset Beach, it’s about 30 miles away from Myrtle, near the North Carolina-South Carolina border. I’m not sure if I’ll have internet access while I’m there, but knowing Rachel’s family, I will.
Until I have something more to say…
Sayonara.