I will try my best to tone this entry in such a way that does not cause Norma to worry, though if you’re going to have someone worry about you, Norma is not a bad choice.
Some happy news I found out yesterday is that I got the summer internship at the natural history museum (not to the unnatural future museum which I also applied to in my head). My first set of plans failed, but hello reset button! Thank you for putting this new opportunity in my lap that focuses on print design (my actual program track) in a place that values the arts and all things that are way cool. The designer I will be under seems like someone I’ll be able to learn a lot from. It all starts June 1st and goes til august.
Another patch of good news (though I would not call it happy because it relates to work) is that I have secured a job for the summer working with all the same people as before without having to actually be in the downstairs office. Glory. My current task is to get all these messy jumbled up files for Pilot (health sciences tutoring office) in order. My job can be boiled down to this: Figure out who came in and why, and enter that into a Microsoft related product. Only none of the past assistants seemed to value specific files names, putting dates on things, or folders that were called something other than “New Folder 6”. I have my work cut out for me. Plus, no internet at my little stuck-in-the-corner work station. I’m more ok with this than one might suspect, though I will the 9-5 gmail crew.
I got a treadmill. It was a big decision since they aren’t free and I don’t make much, but I’m happy I did it. I need to get back to some of the better habits I had before the Graphic Design program turned my schedule upside down and this Carpal Tunnel ate my arms off. I have more or less taken over the fourth bedroom of our house in an effort to purge my room of all things not relaxing or conducive to sleeping. The process is not yet complete, but seems promising.
My mommy was in the hospital for two days. Most of you know why, but for those who don’t just know she’s home and fine now. I don’t have much to say about it here, other than I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t have to go to any more hospitals for a long time. No one wants to see someone they love deal with that stuff. I did hear from a lot of people I don't normally talk to though, so that was nice.
Saturday my boss is getting married. Mary is moving. And my Grandpa is turning 81 is Lakeland. I wish these things were not all colliding on the same day and am at a loss as to how to reconcile all three. I guess I'll know on Sunday what I ended up doing. If there is one thing I have learned, it's that worry almost always has an expiration date. Unless you're a parent, in which case I'm sure you'd argue with me.
I'm glad the fearsome foursome is back from Haiti.
I want fireworks and a cold glass of ... water.
The End.
Comments (2)
The gmail crew (drew) misses you too.
Fireworks would be good