Fancy that.: June 2007

Friday, June 22, 2007

I wasn't supposed to be thinking. Well I was, but not about what I was thinking about. I should have been and should be studying, but was also in the process of trying to decide which is more beneficial: sleeping when one is overworked and overtired, or studying, when one has her final on Monday and with only 2 days off work so far this month, hasn't had time to study much? With not too much time left, I don't know the answer to that long, unintelligible question, but I hope I get the right answer. And as for the rest of my thoughts, I'm not so certain they'll ever make sense.

Seanna spake at 12:18 AM

Sunday, June 03, 2007

I can't take the smell of beer at 5:30 in the morning.

It's not that I'm drinking it myself that early. I'm not. I'm hardly functioning at that point. I'm cleaning it up.

I find respect is hard to come by at a golf and country club. You're probably not as well to do as the players, so you get some, but not that much. And I find it hard to respect those I serve when you come upon a pig pen left by them, like I did in the wee hours this morning; chicken bones, popcorn, chip bags, enough grass to mulch a garden, covering the floor, bottles everywhere, poker chips strewn everywhere, enough plastic straws to build a straw bridge as they do in fairs, and the scantily clad cardboard cutout "chick caddy" seated on a chair on the deck: someone was desperate for a girl?

And 4 hours later, boss included, they're all back, still hung-over, to do it all again. How can you even shoot straight when you can't see straight? Summer, at the Golf & Country Club.

Seanna spake at 4:45 PM