April Is not The Cruelest Month.

I use to hate April because it seemed like the longest month in the whole entire world. But i must say i sort of respect a month that can make days both sunny and rainy. I don't know whether to bring an umbrella with me in the morning or wear some Bermuda shorts outside and have a picnic. Today it showered for about 15minutes. The sky suddenly got dark, the trees started swaying, and the rain came down. By the time class was over the sun was out and the sky was cloudless. Damn i love April.

Debbie Downer is gone for the week to prepare for her weekend fiesta. No one really understands why she took the whole week off to prepare for something that will only last 2 days, but no one is really complaining at work. Work becomes a different place when Debbie Downer isn't there, as if the warden has left the building and the inmates are allowed to act up.

Unfortunately, Debbie Downer is the maintainer of peace, as ineffectual as she is. I guess we all don't feel like strangling each other in front of her, and something tells me that by the end of this week, in her absence, a fight might go down. Julia is quitting this Friday because the semester is ending and she is heading back to Colorado soon. She has this idea that on Friday she is going to tell Kathleen and Amanda what she really thinks. I just asked her to let me know when she is going to do it, so i can watch from a distance.

Rosa, another girl at work, is thinking about heading to the big guys upstairs, and telling them about the problems that are occurring with Kathleen. I don't know how they are going to deal with "bitchy, rude, and inconsiderate" because some where in the employee manual i don't think sucky attitude is an offense.

I wanted so badly to wage war on them for the last 2 weeks of work, but i saw how much energy Amanda was wasting in being rude to me, i simply didn't want to waste any of mine. Next wednesday is my last day at work (unless i decide to make some extra money in June) and i think being able to say "i never have to come back here again" is revenge enough .

I now of course, have the unfortunate task of finding work for the summer, which is going to be difficult because i have to attend summer session one. After a not so fun time reading depressing books to old people (which was more volunteer than job) i'm actually considering being a camp counselor. For some reason kids like me, and though i don't think it will be easy, i do think it may be fun. I mean who doesn't want to get paid to play kickball and paint pictures. I do.

I am in desperate need of mooluah for the big move in September, and as of right now i don't have enough to buy a plan ticket, yet alone an apartment. I wonder if it is totally okay to be petrified of moving out on my own. Like childhood did not prepare me for things like rent, bills, and job hunting.

Can't think about that now however. I have two papers, a project, and a book to read. The weather outside is so pretty though, my restless feet feel like sitting in the sun.