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| Top 10 Things To Do as a Maintenance/Custodial WorkerIn no particular order...
With things actually done in real life specially marked...
*1. As a girl, wait in the women's restroom for a guy worker to come clean, then say in a squeaky voice, "Excuse me....?"
2. Flush the toilets of any one building over and over again so the water meter readings sky-rocket.
*3. Match-make Frank with various women on campus.
*4. Write "I <3 Frank" on the trailer porch by power-washing wood away.
*5. Steal cookies and candies from the desks of HSLDA and GenJ people while you clean their offices.
6. Do donuts with the golf cart in the grass circle and let the grounds crew deal with it later.
*7. Fill out work orders that recount every motion your body made from the time you started the project to the time you finished.
8. Make the mail room empty the kitchen's grease trap on one of their 15 daily breaks.
9. Leave the plastic paper wrapping on the toilet paper when you restock the bathrooms.
10. Park maintenance vehicles in your least favorite student worker's reserved parking spot so they get a ticket when they have to park somewhere else. Honorable mentions:
-Plant weeds so the grounds crew can sit on their buckets longer.
-Puch a hole in your room's wall so you can go "repair" it.
* -Answer the phone "This is Kara" when you're really Brooke. | | |
| the great foodless depressionI was all excited when I was getting ready for work today about getting my salad for lunch...and then I realized...there is no lunch today. In fact, there is no food on campus for the next 3 or so weeks. So on my way out the door, I grabbed a banana off my desk whose plentiful brown spots said it was well on its way to being one of those bananas you ONLY use in banana bread...grabbed a nutrition bar...and headed to the dining hall for a humble cup of water. When I got there, all the lights were out, and there was a small handful of professors and staff sitting at one table with their ziploc bags open in front of them. They weren't talking very much...just kind of sitting there nibbling away in the dark as though they were the only people left in the world. Except they're not - 'cause I'm here too. .....Trying to exist, along with my fellow existentees, in the desolate land of the foodless. | | |
| interrogationsBeing interrogated by SI campers last night. Imagine: Brooke sitting in a shed tied with ropes and chains to a work bench with sharp tools all over it...barefooted...angry...sweating...hair in a shamble all over her face. (Warning - most campers conduct very pathetic interrogations):
Camper: "What's your name?"
Me: "Adara."
"What kind of name is that??" (Because of course that proves I set off the bomb. I mean, with a name like that....)
"What, you don't like it?"
"No...I don't like it at all."
"Well I'm sorry it bothers you, but I didn't have anything to do with what I was named."
Another camper: "What time were you leaving the dining hall?"
Me: "Ohhh... I dunno... probably around 5:30 - 6:00ish I think?"
[a few mins later, wanting to have caught me in a lie]
"But you just gave us an exact time of when you were leaving!"
[me turning red yelling at the top of my voice by this point] "I did no such thing! I said 5:30 or 6ish! Now you tell me, does that sound like an EXACT time to you, or is it more like an APPROXIMATION??"
"Oh it's definitely an exactly time."
5:30 OR 6ISH?? You call that an exact time.... well you're DUMB, what about that?"
*blank camper stare*
*brooke glares over her shoulder*
Or always a favorite:
"You're not telling us what we want to hear."
"Would you like me to lie?"
"No, that's the problem. You need to tell us the truth."
"Well if you want me to say I set off the bomb, I can tell you that. But first you need to make up your mind on whether you want to hear that or the truth."
And last but not least...
"You're not talking. You're not convincing us."
"I'll tell you my life story and defend myself all day if you like...is that what you want?
"No."
"Oh. Yeah, I thought I heard something telling me you're here to ask me questions, not let me ramble. So as soon as you start asking me things, I'll start answering you."
"You're not saying anything important to us!"
"Yeah you're right...you ask stupid stuff like what I ate for dinner. Anything else?"
*contented little sigh* Is it wrong to get such joy from this? *halo*
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| Age Old FrustrationI always expect God to work things out for me the way they are supposed to work out - to make my life good and blessed and even if not always smooth, at least under His control. And yes...He does... But I take it for granted. Why is that? Who am I to think that I can just go on with life without seeking God for everything just because I know He'll do what's best for me anyway? It gives me that same feeling in the gut that I experience when I've disappointed or let someone down that I love dearly. God wants me to seek Him earnestly as though nothing else I could dream of matters diddly-squat - because actually...it doesn't. Yet I leave Him hanging, all the while counting on His goodness to be lavished upon me. What a scumbag...what a cheat - he who puts God on the back burner to simmer until they're in the mood to actually boil - me. What kind of asking, seeking, knocking is that? It's the "pat-pat" kind. "Hi God, knockety knock, I'm here today! Thank you for my food. Please make my life work. Please bless me. Ttfn!" Jake was my inspiration behind this post - his reflections from Pslam 27 just got me thinking. Hope this does for you too. "One thing I have asked from the LORD, that I shall seek: That I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, To behold the beauty of the LORD And to meditate in His temple." -Ps. 27:4 | | |
| CampersWe're in the 6th week of teen summer camps now here at PHC, and I'm finally at the point where I have to do a post on both the frustrations and pleasures of having so many high school campers around. Since there will be a good deal of venting in this post, I'd like to start it all out by saying that there ARE some wonderful campers here. Some. There are gentlemanly, considerate young men...and there are sweet young ladies as well. One guy came up to me randomly the other day and started a conversation about PHC and what it's like to be a student here. He even remembered my name and sat at my table a couple days later during lunch to ask how I've been. If in passing, he'll wave across the room or say he hopes I have a good day. It's always a pleasant experience running into him. Then there was the girl who made other small conversational comments...or the one who admired my crocs and made me smile. But then... ...there are others. *sarcastically sweet little smile* For some reason, especially some campers who have been here for two weeks (I'm ashamed to say, they're the debater ones), think they own this campus and are top on the priority list in everything. Some are just downright, disgustingly rude. Like the two who butted in front of me in the dessert line. Quite literally, they ran me over, and when I sort of cleared my throat and moved in closer, they just weasled their way in further. They do the same thing in the drink line, even going so far as to put their cup up next to yours while you're getting your drink and trying to push you over to get theirs. Or while I'm walking down the hall they'll cross directly in front of me as if they didn't see me. In all seriousness, I can't count the number of times I've tripped up in their feet because of that! Not to mention the scowls I receive when they look down on me like a little ant. Give me a break! In short, there are a few things I wish I could say to these kind of campers: Ok, so you've been here two weeks and the other campers are only here for one. I LIVE HERE. Ok, so your parents pay for everything your entire life and send you to one of the best camps around because you wanted to come. I WORK HERE. Ok, so you're gonna graduate _high school_ next year. Wowwwww....why didn't I let you trample all over me sooner?? If only I had have known...you're a senior...with a big bad attitude...man...scary. And lastly, yes, I'll talk to you and be friendly and even look forward to seeing your happy face again. I love you! But if you're gonna be so proposturously rude...then please...get out of my way, or better yet, go home and do your chores. I'm sorry to say, you need to. | | |
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