Fate, made to fate...
Passion's overrated anyway...
Yesterday was RIDICULOUS! And for once that's NOT in a good way. For about 2 hours, my heartrate barely dropped below 150, which is almost twice what it normally is. I'm pretty sure yesterday set records in Amber's Stress Level Index...
First was my RA Interview, which they kept me waiting 30 minutes for. I had a chat with that kid at the Finance desk. I feel bad that I don't know his name, but I guess I should get used to it.
Once I got back to the interview, their whole act was intimidation. These guys are pros at lying and intimidating, which makes me a little apprehensive about joining them, but I guess every group needs an extreme. I know I could be the scariest of all of them, but at the same time, the most laid back and understanding. That's the positive side of "faking it."
So, I left the interview and immediately called my mommy and headed to the library. I talked to her on the phone for a while before heading back to Terry's office to tell her about it.
In the middle of my conversation with Terry, I peek out over the cart full of books that need to be processed, and who doth mine eyes rest upon but a loathed enemy. Sod the Shakesphere, this chick freakin' hates me. The deal is that I've been hanging around her ex too much...
1. Her EX.
2. If I'm going to be a RA, I'll be working with him.
3. I'M NOT BLOODY INTERESTED!!
Specifically regarding the last one, all men want is SEX. Why, after swearing that I hate them all for it, would I go after someone I KNOW is a fiend for it?!
Anyway, back to the story. I know she has no reason to despise me, but regardless, women are psycho bitches. I'd know, I happen to be one. She's camped at the corner computer with a good number of friends around her, and they're all concentrating on something... Writing something in a notebook and/or printing something out.
So, I begin to elongate my conversation with Terry in hopes that they'll leave seeing that it's getting close to closing time. Briefly, Terry mentions something that needs to be done at the front desk, my current least favorite place to be next to HELL...
She scurries out to the desk with myself intently following her, not wanting to be alone. "Amber, mark all the unfinished work here for whoever comes in tomorrow, I'll be back in a second." As if that isn't the LAST thing I wanted to hear! So Terry leaves the front desk and suddenly the feeling of a giant of aura pressure surrounds me, pushing on my skin. The deafening silence listening intently for expected reactions... The things fear does to you...
After quickly marking my work, I raced back into Terry's office and gave her the lowdown. That there was a girl who threatened violence toward me earlier in the day in the library with a bunch of her friends, and that I was afraid of being alone. Terry, being the wonderful understanding woman that she is offered to ask them to leave, considering it was 6 minutes until close, that wasn't all too unusual.
I scampered into the back room and proceeded to call Steve and tell him that Kita was in the library and I was about to be alone. (Bless his heart...) He made it a priority to get to me as fast as he could. (REAL friends!!!)
Terry had asked me to lock up the back room and help her turn off the computers out front. Luckily, Mike Walkling and his curious self come to save the day. The moment he walked in, my instinct hit. I had to leave that library WITH someone or it could get bad...
Me: Mikey! Let's go see mom!
Mike: Uhh, what?
Me: Let's go see your mom!
Mike: Um, okay.
Me: -whispering- Just go with it.
Mike: Huh?
Me: -approaching the door where her friends are camped- Walk in front of me.
Mike: -pushing through the crowd-
Me: -finally outside and away from the crowd- Dude, thank you so much.
So I went to admissions with Mike and his Mommy and hung out there until Steve showed up.
I'll keep the rest of this entry short:
1. The RA Interview.
2. Hurricane Kita scare.
3. Steve going 80mph around turns that should be taken at 30.
4. TJ and that terrible balloon. God I hate balloons.
The rest of the day was alright, I guess. Not that I can remember it.
Say, say my name. Need a little love to ease the pain...
Yesterday was RIDICULOUS! And for once that's NOT in a good way. For about 2 hours, my heartrate barely dropped below 150, which is almost twice what it normally is. I'm pretty sure yesterday set records in Amber's Stress Level Index...
First was my RA Interview, which they kept me waiting 30 minutes for. I had a chat with that kid at the Finance desk. I feel bad that I don't know his name, but I guess I should get used to it.
Once I got back to the interview, their whole act was intimidation. These guys are pros at lying and intimidating, which makes me a little apprehensive about joining them, but I guess every group needs an extreme. I know I could be the scariest of all of them, but at the same time, the most laid back and understanding. That's the positive side of "faking it."
So, I left the interview and immediately called my mommy and headed to the library. I talked to her on the phone for a while before heading back to Terry's office to tell her about it.
In the middle of my conversation with Terry, I peek out over the cart full of books that need to be processed, and who doth mine eyes rest upon but a loathed enemy. Sod the Shakesphere, this chick freakin' hates me. The deal is that I've been hanging around her ex too much...
1. Her EX.
2. If I'm going to be a RA, I'll be working with him.
3. I'M NOT BLOODY INTERESTED!!
Specifically regarding the last one, all men want is SEX. Why, after swearing that I hate them all for it, would I go after someone I KNOW is a fiend for it?!
Anyway, back to the story. I know she has no reason to despise me, but regardless, women are psycho bitches. I'd know, I happen to be one. She's camped at the corner computer with a good number of friends around her, and they're all concentrating on something... Writing something in a notebook and/or printing something out.
So, I begin to elongate my conversation with Terry in hopes that they'll leave seeing that it's getting close to closing time. Briefly, Terry mentions something that needs to be done at the front desk, my current least favorite place to be next to HELL...
She scurries out to the desk with myself intently following her, not wanting to be alone. "Amber, mark all the unfinished work here for whoever comes in tomorrow, I'll be back in a second." As if that isn't the LAST thing I wanted to hear! So Terry leaves the front desk and suddenly the feeling of a giant of aura pressure surrounds me, pushing on my skin. The deafening silence listening intently for expected reactions... The things fear does to you...
After quickly marking my work, I raced back into Terry's office and gave her the lowdown. That there was a girl who threatened violence toward me earlier in the day in the library with a bunch of her friends, and that I was afraid of being alone. Terry, being the wonderful understanding woman that she is offered to ask them to leave, considering it was 6 minutes until close, that wasn't all too unusual.
I scampered into the back room and proceeded to call Steve and tell him that Kita was in the library and I was about to be alone. (Bless his heart...) He made it a priority to get to me as fast as he could. (REAL friends!!!)
Terry had asked me to lock up the back room and help her turn off the computers out front. Luckily, Mike Walkling and his curious self come to save the day. The moment he walked in, my instinct hit. I had to leave that library WITH someone or it could get bad...
Me: Mikey! Let's go see mom!
Mike: Uhh, what?
Me: Let's go see your mom!
Mike: Um, okay.
Me: -whispering- Just go with it.
Mike: Huh?
Me: -approaching the door where her friends are camped- Walk in front of me.
Mike: -pushing through the crowd-
Me: -finally outside and away from the crowd- Dude, thank you so much.
So I went to admissions with Mike and his Mommy and hung out there until Steve showed up.
I'll keep the rest of this entry short:
1. The RA Interview.
2. Hurricane Kita scare.
3. Steve going 80mph around turns that should be taken at 30.
4. TJ and that terrible balloon. God I hate balloons.
The rest of the day was alright, I guess. Not that I can remember it.
Say, say my name. Need a little love to ease the pain...
posted by Elliya at 9:38 AM
Where the music is trapped. 
3 Comments:
ya that was a crazy day... and i do have to stop going fast hehehe its addicting.. and i think that kid that u were talk to was mike im not shore thow
hehehehe, it's like a spy and espionage novel. Kinda gayer and more social, but suave none the less.
You know, I could take her.
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