Becoming an insider

In just over a month i will be leaving for my internship at Olympic National Park in Washington State. During my stay there i will be posing as a park ranger at the visitor center, giving information at the front desk, issuing back country permits, and hopefully developing some "educational" programs that i can present to the multitude of guests who flock to the park during the rainiest season of the year. They are providing me with an efficiency apartment in which to dwell during my stay, and i am told that it might even have a cup and perhaps a plate that i will be able to take my meals upon. If not, they have directed me to several thrift stores in town. Obviously they are not aware of the vast wealth i am in possession of, which i plan on spending on three unpaid months of 40hr. work weeks.

I am not complaining. I am merely commenting on the irony of the situation. For the past year and a half since graduating from college i have been the assistant manager of a pizza shop and making much less than i am worth. Now that i have finally broken into the field in which i want to work, the industry in which i can use the skills and knowledge that i gained in college on the way to my degree, i am taking a $8.38 per hour pay cut, bringing my wages down from $9 per hour to $.62 per hour. (I get a $100 per month stipend). READ: SIXTY TWO CENTS PER HOUR. I understand that i will be getting valuable experience, and also that i will be in the place where i have always wanted to live.

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And on that note, there is another part of irony. Port Angeles, the town in which i will be living, is the very same Port Angeles of summer 2003, the same town where one Ted Mallison and one Cortney Freeman tried to move for the summer and couldn't find even a pizza shop job to support themselves. I have applied for a million jobs and internships, and even volunteer positions, but the only one who was ever actively interested in me and even made an effort to get me was at Olympic.

So to recap, the two ironies that exist are:

1) Going down in pay to work at a job in the field of my college degree
and
2) Being recruited by the place where i tried desperately to get a job right after graduating college

I'm pretty excited.

Here's one for the books

Saturday night I was alone at Zeppe's. It was about midnight, and the one driver had just left on two deliveries, meaning that he wouldn't be back for a while. I heard the door open, and went up to the front counter to help the very normal looking 40-something couple who had just walked in. Both ordered pizza slices, and then moved aside as a large group of people came through the door. There was some confusion at first as people were coming in the door and trying to decide what they wanted, but ultimately they all decided on slices. I turned around and started to walk back into the kitchen to retrieve the pizza, and as i came around the edge of the wall i saw two figures out of the corner of my eye, standing in the kitchen by the oven. Naturally i gasped and jumped back, as i knew i had been alone in the store except for the customers in the lobby. The two figures apparently heard me gasp, because they turned to look at me. The 40-something man exclaimed, "hi!" in a very its-ok-to-be-in-the-kitchen-of-a-restaurant kind of way. THEY WERE STANDING IN THE KITCHEN EATING THEIR PIZZA.

So i said the only reasonable thing to say in that situation which was, "Um... this is the kitchen."

To which the man replied, "I know!"

And then they got pissy with me because i told them that they couldn't eat their pizza there.

At this point he actually thought it was ok to ask, "how about if we just stand over here?" By "over here" he meant "further into the kitchen."

THIS IS NOT REASONABLE!!

After i got them back out into the lobby, they proceeded to stand there for another 20 minutes, because they were not embarrassed in the least about what they had just done.

I don't understand how this could happen.

I am sick as the brick who has picked up the sick.

I woke up with a terrible cold today, so naturally i decided to make some orange juice and noodle soup. An hour after i accidentally fell back to sleep my noodle soup was burnt to the pan like some dead, burnt, sticky thing, and my whole house was filled with smoke. I've really never seen this much smoke in one house. The smoke alarm didn't go off either-- i could have died! That was six and a half hours ago, and the house still smells barely breathable. I will drink one hot toddy to this disaster!

Cold Day

I've been running about since 8:00 this morning. I feel like each movement has been little jerking actions... i jerked off to work and made dough. While it was rising i jerked away to the bank for $5 to buy some coffee. While i was there i jerkingly decided to buy some for my mom too, so i jerkily walked it up to her office. When i was finished with all of these things, i couldn't decide what purpose my day would have. So i read the Free Times. Since i have to be back at work at 4:00, i can't really go anywhere. Angela suggested a "wintry walk". Perhaps this is the best course of action. For now i'm eating some leftover rigationi and drinking some milk.
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Then you can Mash

Bobby "Boris" Pickett


Monster Mash


I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise


He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the monster mash


From my laboratory in the castle east
To the master bedroom where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes


They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the monster mash


The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son


The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"


They played the mash
They played the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They played the mash
It caught on in a flash
They played the mash
They played the monster mash


Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring
Seems he was troubled by just one thing
He opened the lid and shook his fist
And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist?"


It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash
The monster mash
And it's a graveyard smash
It's now the mash
It's caught on in a flash
It's now the mash
It's now the monster mash


Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band
And my monster mash is the hit of the land
For you, the living, this mash was meant too
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you


Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash
The monster mash
And do my graveyard smash
Then you can mash
You'll catch on in a flash
Then you can mash
Then you can monster mash



Apparently the chains sound in the song was made from actual real chains moving up and down.

Cookies and Candy all about (but not here)

In recent news, i have obtained a new ZEPPE'S BANDANNA. This is a very cool addition to my already kickin' Zeppe's wardrobe.

Tonight I attended one of those parties that a friend invites you to come along to, but it turns out that there is barely anyone there and your presence sticks out like a sore thumb. The girl's mom was actually in attendance. I still can't seem to get used to these Latin American customs. Deborah tells me that in Venezuela it is rude to say "no" to anything offered to you. It is for this reason that i am totally full up on Tuna Fish Dip.

Hopefully i will write a full entry in here soon. Writing in here just makes me realize how much i want to write in my real journal.

The News

For any of you who know her or may otherwise be interested, my Pete cat went through an operation to have a leg (with tumor) removed late this week. She is in excellent condition, and currently won't come out of my parents' closet. Anyone who wishes to feed her pizza is welcome to come over to give her moral support.
lobster

Banjo

Today i told the people at my work that all of my friends call me "banjo" and requested that they please do the same. Now, my friends certainly do NOT call me "banjo" because there is absolutely no reason why my nickname would be banjo. I don't really know what posessed me to do this, but i can say that every time someone hesitatingly called me "banjo" it sent me into hysterics. I am actually
still laughing. I even asked my boss to change my name on the schedule.