I can't wait for tomorrow. I feel like my whole week revolves around making it to Tuesday and Thursday, my perfectly scheduled and utilized days off. But it's only Monday. Which means one more day at the bookstore before I can wake up late and watch Mr. Bean all day long.
Speaking of the bookstore, 5 new people were hired in the span of two weeks. 5 of them! June turned out to be the month everyone scheduled to go on vacation, which doesn't help when you are a poorly staffed bookstore. So in one day we went from having no one to cover shifts, breaks, and other generalities to having 5 new faces to help.
They new people are nice. All fresh faced and happy to have a job. 4 out the 5 hires are boys. One painfully too attractive to have a crush on, the other admittedly into boys as much as I am too have a crush on, and the other two high five one another as if they have been friends since high school. And since they are both ( i believe 19) I wouldn't put it past them.
One of the 19 year old (Steve? Dan? Peter?Sam?) will grow up to be that slightly odd looking but cute and confidant artsy boy girls like me fall in like with. He wears glasses, he is skinny but some how in shape, his head is way too big for his body but that just means he's smart right? I heard him tell a customer that he writes screenplays and makes films. He reminds me a little of Art Boy from way back, just without the personality.
Unless you are mocking the lameness of high fives, proceeding to initiate one is, well, unappealing. My friend at work has already called crush dibs on him. But she doesn't know that after working with him for a day, I am not to sure that he has the personality to sustain any interest. I find myself not wanting to be around him as much as his face would make me want to believe.
I am officially training said new people, making me feel all kinds of 'important'. More like miserable, but we won't go into that. I am learning that the only beacon of hope I have is well...Hope.
It turns out my UK plan is not as irrational as I thought it was. There are actual production schemes that run from a year to 18 months overseas. It is no shock here that I desperately want to go to the UK. I've been planning my imaginary trip since I was 14. And I'm not going to lie and say that I have rational plans, BUT this may work out. Seriously.
If I were accepted to one of these production schemes I would make an entry level salary to study and work abroad.But more on this tomorrow. I still am trying to understand work visas, because before any of this can pan out I have to obtain authorization to work overseas. This possibility though, has lifted my mood some. Could you imagine, me? overseas? for 18 months. I must calm down now!
And the last of my ramblings. I have some concern about comment moderation on my dear blog. I've been getting a lot of comments featuring Chinese characters (I only know this because I googled the translations), which is totally awesome. The reason this blog remains open to the public is because I like being accessible to people reading my journal. I've 'met' the most awesome people due to this journal experience, all because they stumbled across it via Kurt Vonnegut or who knows what.
There have been times however, where I have considered making this a private journal, but I can't do it. I don't know who is reading Everything Was (and somewhere deep inside, I hope there is at least one nerdy 15 year old living in a crappy town thinking she or he may never escape it, reading this. It gets better. It does) , and I wouldn't want to all of a sudden shut some readers out because they've never commented. Hell I don't even comment on the blogs I read, so I don't hold not commenting against anyone.
So Everything Was remains open to the public. BUT, a problem with open blogs is fucking spam. For the most part the Chinese characters I have translated seem legit, but today I woke up and there was this lengthy one which translated into: porn. free porn. sex. porn. boobs. sites. porn. free. xxx'. And that's the abridged version.
Yeah. Not cool. I deleted that mofo the moment I translated it and am running over the other characters to make sure a 'free.sex.girls.girls.girls.' one didn't slip by. I just enabled comment moderation to curb the spam attack, just until I figure out a way to make this blog a little more private (setting up some more security blockades) without isolating anyone. I do love writing here, and I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. But spam is a pain.
So yeah. That's all. Tomorrow I will write about this UK thing. And if anyone can explain the Visa process to me that would be...the bees knees of help.
3 comments:
Oh no, don't go away! I don't comment much because, well, you've got your group of friends already here. :) But I love reading your blog (and I have one, and the address appears when I do comment, so I don't feel like a weirdo lurker :)
One thing you might try is migrating to wordpress. Their spam filter is great (spam comments go to a spam folder instead of popping up on the blog).
Becks - I am not Chinese !!!
The Robe like garment caricature was done up when I was a dealer for Reverend Guitars! In Lowell ......
I first saw your blog when Ryan Adams came up in a search. And, as I have said in the past, I was struck by how well you wrote .....(here it comes!!!) for your age.
And by that, I mean the clean style, the lack of forced hipness, the absence of slang.
So, although old and slightly moldy, I am, as Douglas Adams says : "Mostly Harmless".
Keep writing, kid! Knock 'em dead!
Perpetua: No worries. I'm not going anywhere! So far the comment moderation thing seems to be the best way to curb the recent spam attack, even though secretly I've been drooling over the templates on wordpress.
And hey, you've never been a weirdo lurker to me =)
Reverend: 'although old and slightly moldy: I loved that comment too much for words.
I must admit, i get lost in my mind A LOT! And question this whole writing thing sometimes. But you've been amazingly awesome with encouraging comments. Especially Easy Tiger, it's now my mantra during the writing process!
And hey Ryan Adams is not a bad one way to stumble across this blog. Especially since I think i've mentioned Gavin Degraw (my school girl crush who isn't as talented or lyrically sound as Ryan Adams)endlessly on here.
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