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| Just when things start to be better.... |
| 04.09.05 (3:51 pm) [edit] |
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I guess I was too happy or something... I was feeling good about my CDs. I went and worked at the Earthquakes game at Spartan Stadium selling draft microbrews, which was more fun than I thought it would be. The fratority goes to Spartan shops, sign up as a group to work, and the money that would be paid to us for working there goes to the organization. Learning to serve beer in Disney World was a huge help. It really is an aquired skill. My partner, also from TDP, could not master this skill during the course of the shift. So she was glad to have me. There were these 3 guys that came back three or four times. They were so nice to us. They wanted to tip us. See? Too happy. Things are going too well. Don't worry, the powers that be will take care of that! And then, as I was going to the bathroom at the stadium, and pulling up my pants, my cell phone fell out of my pocket, into the toilet, and has now refused work properly, or not at all. Since this happened, I have not been able to get service, among other things. So, I decide to call my parents on the payphone that's downstairs. However, in somebody's infinite wisdom, every fucking payphone has been removed from campus! There used to be two downstairs in all the brick dorms, one at each west entrance to my dorm, and one out by the swimming pool. So now I have to go to the payphone by 7-11, where I call home, my dad answers the phone, hears a recording from Verizon, fails to hear the part where I say my name, and does not do anything to accept my first two calls. I leave a frustrated message on my mom's voicemail. And then finally my mom picks up the phone and gets the call that I have now put on my credit card since nothing else is getting through to them (and by this time I have figured ou they are home), I hear my dad in the background complaining about the recording and saying, "I don't know what the hell it is!" Following that with the expensive costs of collect calls. Which means now I am arguing with my dad through my mom, getting pissed off, she finally passes the phone to him so I can yell at him. So, yeah. Now I have no phone. May not for awhile, especially if nothing can be done about mine. I'm supposed to get my dad's old phone. Perhaps it's just as well I didn't. I've been trying to talk to my dad about what I am doing this summer. He thinks he is going to make them offer upper division GE at Sac State. Unfortunately, all of their biology and geology classes require prequesites; because why would anyone take an upper division geology or anthropology class if it wasn't in their major? That's just silly! grrr... Current Mood:  pissed
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