Wednesday, January 31, 2007
My Big Mouth, Etc.
AP English Journal
Week of September 27 - October 3, 1998
I've sort of gotten myself stuck in the middle of an unofficial dispute at work between someone I sort of helped get hired and management. It's not a big problem. It's just that some members of management say they've noticed her being a little rude or impatient with customers. I mentioned this to her because I felt I could say something, so she would know, but wouldn't really matter because I'm not part of management. I did not tell her who said what. See, they came to me to ask about her because they knew I knew her outside of work. I don't think she's mad at me, but now she feels like no one there likes her, and she doesn't trust them. I ended up telling her who said what. I don't know if that was good or not. All I know is I think I'll tell those people not to come to me anymore, to go to her. That seems to be the bulk of the problem on her side. It may not solve a thing, but it could help a lot. I won't be offended if she quits, but since I kind of got her into this, I don't want her to not like it, and feel it was a really bad experience. I don't want to break anything already formed on either side. I want to unite the two sides, so we can all be one big happy ice cream-scooping crew again.
Week of October4 - October 10, 1998
I discovered that a word I use everyday, or nearly everyday, has only been around since the 1930's. It's different than words like computer, internet or video. It's not related to technology. Well... not really. I couldn't live without it. I'm always saying "oops".
I'm still waiting for them to fix the trash cans in the cafeteria. I had a really amazing toasted cheese sandwich from the a-la-carte line today. It was really good, but I think they could save money by using less cheese on them. I like cheese, but what's the point when half of it slides out the bottom of the sandwich? All that cheese did was create lunch table conversation and a paragraph in an A.P. journal. It was kind of gross, too. I mean, imagine a sandwich pooping cheese. That's a fairly accurate description.
Week of October 11 - 17, 1998
My dad got a letter from my cousin in New York yesterday. It was kind of to the whole family, so we all read it. I'm definitely not moving to New York. They took out all of the big, cushy chairs in the Barnes & Noble stores there. She (my cousin) works for St. Martin's Press, so she's going to send us free books. I hope she picked a good one for me.
Week of October 18 - October 24, 1998
When I woke up this morning, I was surprised to find myself under the covers. I'm no longer surprised. It's quite normal for me to wake up snuggled under the covers, but today somehow I guess I wasn't expecting to be under anything.
I seriously need to learn when to keep my mouth shut, and when I should talk. Maybe I will give up speech for lent. I keep telling people things I think they should probably hear, and then I give myself a headache wondering if it was a mistake. That's problem one. Problem two is that I've become very skilled at interrupting people, and I'm not sure what to do about it. I really might try giving up speech for lent. I could still talk on Sundays, of course, and I would make exceptions for emergencies. Actually, I would have to talk at work, and sometimes a school and home. Still, I need to cut back somehow, at least for awhile.
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