working
well, I'm not, I'm blogging. but i needed a break. actually, what i need is chinese food delivered to my door, but i'm outta cash. so what i need is cash and chinese food delivered to my door. oh well. doesn't look too promising.

so i've been working at the pt. reyes summer camp. good and hectic work environment. just like i like it. one of those jobs that takes lotsa lists (yep, i love lists). today, we went to costco (no link to them, sorry) and bought more stuff than you can imagine...
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whine
but here's the complainy part (nothing to do with camp, which is still insane and fun, but back to this camp gig in a sec).

sigh.

while at costco, i got it into my head to purchase a snazzy new boogie board fer someone. we'll call her "her". and i was all gleeful at the thought of surprising her with said boogie board. but alas. it might as well have been for naught. an hour or so of what was for me quite zen-like waiting (and this is after the receipt of said surprise), and nada but a cursory brush-off. oh, there must've been a thanks or some such gruff indication of gratitude. said hour being enough time to wait at the tail end of an hour+ commute, and no dinner, i went home.

and so now i am home and hungry and grumpy.

sigh. that wasn't really post-worthy, was it?
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campy
so this camp is a whole lotta fun, well, in the way that office/admin gigs can be fun. productive and busy, and the important one, it covers rent. which is helpful, as I piece together my new life as a freelancer (have I shown you my portfolio?). the tough thing is, what next? which is the other reason I was trying to catch up with the aforementioned "her" -- to try and figure some of our plans for the summer out. but all-in-all, it's been good to work hard and furiously. we've got just a few days left to pull some shit together, and something in me is really grooving on the admin thing. is that normal?
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whine (II)
the other thing that has me grumpy as all hell is my roommate (who's in the kitchen right now). and i'm grumpy enough i'm gonna go on about it here.

not sure what I've done exactly. something along the lines of crossing lines i never new existed -- i.e. my/his half of the fridge, my/his half of the TOP of the fridge, my/his half of the fridge door, my/his half of the toilet seat -- ok, not the toilet seat, but I did have to listen to him for 30 MINUTES about how i needed to flush the toilet after he'd used it, if i came in before he'd flushed it. and strangely, all the trash cans (there were only two, but still) are missing. apparently, we now have separate trash bins. fine with me, as I find a plastic bag fills my requirements famously.

the funny (in a patently nonfunny way) thing is -- he hasn't talked to me in WEEKS. which, considering the conversations we'd been having, isn't so bad. if you thought the toilet conversation was bad, you shoulda been there for the "conversation" (not argument, as he'll scream and yell that he's [1.] not mad, and [2.] not angry) when he tried to explaing that making dinner on the night beofre a workday with my gf is what was hard for him (note: it did NOT annoy, anger, irritate, upset, or make him mad). of course, the fact that I made lunch (around 1pm, but i'd say that safely falls into the lunch classification) and brought to my gf for her to eat on a saturday (not dinner, not using the kitchen with gf, not the day/evening before a workday) had little bearing on the matter.

was that confusing? good, now you know what I'm feeling

so the last thing I wanna do is go into my kitchen. for the first week or two, I'd say "HI!" really loudly and ask him direct questions (nice ones, like "would you like some of these yummy oranges?") just to force him into some semblance of civility. it didn't work. he'd just mutter meanly about how he "didn't want to talk" and then stomp off.

of course, i'm not allowed to stomp. neither is my gf. of course, it's not because he minds. no, it's because he's noticed how loud it is for our neighbors.

so feel free to save me.
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oh yeah
and i forgot to mention the brilliant guy who threatened to shoot us for kayaking in his space. his mom (also muttering at us, but not threating our lives) assured me that they don't own any .45's (the gun he'd mentioned), but they sure owned a lotta .357's. guess that was meant to be reassuring.
me: but .357's are smaller, right?
meanmomlady: weeeellll, they're more powerful. more PENETRATING power
yeah, real reassuring. guess they weren't too worried about being a parody of sorts. just for kicks, I told her that there was no way I was bringing my church group to that lake, as a group of young women would be more frightened than even i was by such threatening behavior. hope they go to confession for that one (not likely, but made me happy).

but really, it was mainly a glorious weekend. and i am gonna hafta go try and eat now.

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