A waste of good weather, and other lamentations.

Author: Notoriously, Mandy. /

Today, the weather is beautiful. It's a perfect afternoon to take off the t-tops, pick up a six-pack, drive to the lake, and spend the whole day laying in the sun and pretending that Lake Tawakoni isn't full of AIDS (or, better yet, getting thrown around on the jet-ski, if I happen to not incapacitate myself by drinking the entire six-pack). Instead, I'm at work, listening to old-time country, because Chuckles got to the radio first. It's my fault, really - I arrived at the office earlier, but missed my golden opportunity to launch the classic rock station, post-haste. I love Chuck, with his shorts (I have never seen the man in pants. Ever.) and his eclectic collection of festive Hawaiian shirts, but I really wish he had better taste in music. I'm zenning out... I'm zenning out.

Tomorrow is the first day of the next semester, and, instead of looking forward to it, like I usually do, I'm royally dreading it. Or all the accompanying homework, at least. I wish I could have taken the whole summer off, to give myself a break. Instead, I chose to take 7 hours and work 50 hours a week for the majority of June, July, and August... a choice that padded my bank account and bought me a few more pairs of very unnecessary shoes and some much-needed college credit, but kind of sucked all the will-to-live out of my soul.

I decided that the cure for my senioritis would be a vacation that will very likely make me even MORE reticent to return to my East Texas lifestyle of... nothing, and, so, Abby and I got our passports. My parents are going, too - Mexico had better start stocking up. All-inclusive? Very yes. This vacation will either leave me well-rested and ready to face the rest of one of my very last semesters of undergraduate study, or, alternatively, I may just be compelled to stay in Mexico forever. At this point, I'm pretty ambivalent as to which route I will take. Being educated is nice, and all, but I have a feeling that I could stretch a nice tan and an abundance of piña coladas out for a very, very long time.

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In which Mandy gets an A, and Cracker Barrel gets an F.

Author: Notoriously, Mandy. /

I found out yesterday that I made an A in Spanish. On the bright side, this means I'll be able to graduate when I've been planning on doing it (maybe), and that I didn't lose $300 on a stupid DCCCD class. As I implied in that last sentence, though, there is a downside: I will now have to recant everything I had previously said regarding my Spanish teacher and fiery car crashes. Not that he was a good teacher, or anything - he sucked, but he gave me an A, and, in the end, I suppose that means that he deserves to live. Actually, I would say that I put a B or a C-ish amount of effort into the class, with all of the "I'm going to do my Spanish homework AFTER I go out for drinks/finish this chapter/chew my right arm off/do anything other than that damn Spanish homework." In lieu of that, the A ALMOST makes up for the fact that the instructor liked to post 40 assignments two days before they were due. Almost.

Oh! And I quit Cracker Barrel. And by "quit", I mean "just-didn't-show-up-for-my-shift". Too many Sundays of only getting a section with two tables, really, really poor management (i.e. "Wow, this creepy old guy sure does expect a lot for $2/hr."), and wearing an apron finally got to me, I guess. I've always been really professional about quitting jobs in the past, but just not showing up actually felt pretty good. It's not like I'm on parole or anything. Makes me wonder why I ever went through the uncomfortable process of TELLING my bosses that they would never be able to fully replace me.


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