A few observations

It's weird being back in Toccoa & having school be in session. The last 2 times I was here were holidays, so most of the students were gone. That, however, is not the case this time. I went on campus yesterday to see some of my professors & I ran into some former classmates/friends. I've realized over the past few years (such as the last year I was attending college there & the past year since graduating) that most of my friendships were more out of convenience & weren't actually genuine friendships.

This really bothers me because my whole life I've put so much effort in trying to make real friendships & for a while I thought I had finally achieved this. But my senior year some of my friends just kind of...cut ties with me & formed new friend groups. With the same friends that we had before. Minus me. To this day I still have absolutely no idea why this happened or if I had done something to cause it, because when I would talk to these people everything seemed fine & they didn't even seem to notice it had happened.

Ugh. I'll talk about this later.

Anyway, what I wanted to say was that I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that I more than likely will never see these people again. And it doesn't really bother me at all (but it kind of does). I made some very good friends in my 3 years at Toccoa Falls College, & the small handful of people who I still consistently communicate with are pretty kick-ass.

The Dirty Toke

I'm currently on my "spring break" in Toccoa (The Dirty Toke/Toke-Town). I'm currently sitting on my dad's couch, watching HGTV, & talking to my mother who decided to come down for a visit this weekend. In 2 hours I will be back at Applebee's, where I stupidly offered to work before I knew that tonight is prom night. I've managed to avoid serving prom the past 2 years & OF COURSE now that I don't work there regularly this ends up happening. And they changed the uniforms without telling me so I had to get a new shirt.

Last night I went with Salem (Hi Salem! If you're reading...) to South Carolina to buy beer because Georgia sucks. The greeter at Wal-Mart, as we were walking inside, told us to come again & have a good night. She then caught her mistake & corrected herself, but by that point I was barely containing the laughter. Then the cashier wouldn't take my I.D. because the top part is broken. So I had to give my debit card to Salem who now knows my PIN number.

Oooh! My mother is getting ready to teach me how to iron! Because yes, I'm almost 24 & don't know how to iron.

Also? This was such a boring post. I'm sorry.

Exhausted

I worked my first full weekend schedule the past few days. Saturday & Sunday nights, 8pm-8am. I am currently sitting at my laptop with both of my eyes burning, my right eye barely open, & a weird feeling in the back of my throat (that's what she said). Out of the past 48 hours I've slept about 6 (I have a hard time sleeping when I know I don't have long & what I have afterwards is important).

Work went a lot better than I thought it would. In fact, I was told I was doing better than they expected (which considering they didn't expect much I guess that's a compliment?). I had to get a little crunk with one of the clients on Saturday because the twat-waffle wouldn't turn off his TV after I repeatedly told him to. He then accused me of trying to cause problems. However, there's another new counselor assistant who is the same age as me, but shorter, but also more muscular & the twat-waffle has no problem listening to him. Whatever. Such is my life.

I started watching "Sons of Anarchy" last night. It's so good! My co-worker & I watched the first 5 episodes of season 1 & I shall be finishing up the rest soon.

Oh yeah, my semester will be over on Thursday, & then I head back to Toccoa for a week of God-knows-what & Applebee's.

And also? I kind of got a mohawk. It's not a faux-hawk, but the sides aren't shaved. They're really short though.

This week...

...dragged like crazy. I haven't posted anything because I have had nothing to post. I did really well on a test I thought I bombed, I worked at my mentoring job, & I did homework. That's all.

I have to work in about 4 hours & I don't wanna! After my shift last Saturday, I'm not feeling very confident of my abilities. It's not that I don't think I can't do a good job, but pretty much everyone is saying I'm going to be terrible at it. Assorted co-workers & clients combined. However, when I started working at Applebee's over 2 years ago everyone (even my parents) told me I would be terrible at it because I have such a low tolerance for bullshit & attitude. But guess what! I became one of the highest ranked employees.

So suck on that.

New job!

I got a new job this week. In fact, it was just Thursday I received the word. I will be working as a Counselor Assistant aka Glorified Babysitter (even the supervisor calls it that). Basically, I will be enforcing the rules (ugh) & picking people up/dropping them off at the airport when the arrive/depart the rehab facility. The hours right now are shit: 8pm-8am Saturday & Sunday nights, plus on-call as needed.

I began training yesterday during the day & already they started to fuss at me, which I didn't take too kindly to & let them know it. I mean, if I had been there a while & had known better than to go into the main office to ask my trainer a question then fine. But no one had told me not to do that & I asked how they expected me to know something I was informed of & how they expected me to successfully do my job if I can't ask the person training me a question.

Lucky me, the supervisor won't be there when I am. In fact, I won't see most of the staff generally.

Oh yeah, & the guy who is training me tonight? Is the guy I'm replacing. And he doesn't know yet that he's being fired. And yesterday I think I pissed him off (if it was him) because I was sitting in my car about to leave & was texting & he wanted my parking space.

What's my name?

Today at work I was reminded of how the kids in the class I mentor in don't remember my name. I've been with them since November. Today I was called "Mr. Whatever Your Name Is" (they're supposed to call me "Mr. Andrew"). A lot of times they say, "Hey, Mr....." & then there's an awkward silence that I occasionally let permeate for maximum awkwardness (try to make those 7 year olds feel awkward).

Buuuuuuuuuuut seriously.

Also, one of the kids told me while I was helping him with his homework that he wished the other mentor for the class was there. Thanks, you little turd.