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July 4, 2002

Ten applications and no response. What is this world coming to?

But I no longer want to talk about it. Who needs money anyway? What I really need is amusement because I'm rather bored here. I think my brain has switched off. I don't recall thinking in quite a while ... well, ok, I'm exaggerating, but you get the point. I'm turning into a zombie.

So much so that I can't for the life of me think of anything original to write in here. So the question becomes: why bother trying?

July 5, 2002

After sleeping later than I have in a week or two today, I spent much of the afternoon chatting online, reading with Grace, and perusing Consumer Report. No, I don't care that you laugh at that -- I like knowing what kind of dish soap will wash the most dishes for the least amount of money or what toaster will turn my bread to charcoal (there's a lovely picture).

After that, I accompanied my family to the opening day of the annual Greek Festival. It's an incredibly popular local event, as evidenced by the enormous crowd. The line I waited in to buy my gyro stretched back across the entire Orthodox Church parking lot. But even though the rest of my family wasn't as enthusiastic about the experience as I had hoped they would be (it probably would have been better to wait until later in the festival's run so it would have been less crowded), I enjoyed it as always. The music and dancing are fun, the church is beautiful, and you can't beat the food. Baklava is the most incredible dessert ever created, and loukoumades aren't bad, either.

Grace came with my grandparents to the festival as well. She's an independent little spitfire, and it was hard keeping up with her as she shoved her way through the crowd. Grace is two years old, but she acts like she's a very small adult. Her verbal skills are impressive; she carries on conversations surprisingly well. Plus she's starting to read: Today, she read me each of the section-beginning letters in "SpongeBob's A to Z." But Grace still is a kid, and when I tried to carry her at the festival she used my arms as acrobatic equipment. She very much enjoys swinging upside down. She ran in circles in the dancing area until she became tired and started crying. I couldn't quite figure out whether she wanted to go join the people doing the Greek line dance or to get as far away from them as possible. Eventually the latter seemed to work, as she agreed to my grandpa's plan to take her home and give her a bath. She's a funny girl, never resisting being put to bed or given a bath, but impossible to toilet train. Today, she stopped crying long enough to ask if I wanted to come home, too. More than anything, Grace is a sweetheart.

July 7, 2002

Sometimes, I really, really want to update this. Other times it gets to be a chore. I like to keep the updates here fairly frequent because I know that this is most people's favorite part of the site, but it gets trying to update daily because I often find I don't have much to write about. I suppose I could be creative and write cute vignettes about my day, but generally I'm too lazy for that. I don't often put a lot of thought into what I'm going to write each day, so I don't come into these entries with a coherent idea of what they're going to turn out to be. I write in a more stream-of-consciousness style here, which has it's faults but is at least quick.

Sorry to just dismiss my whole journal here, but I'm just not feeling well today. I'm tired, I feel kind of sick, and someone spilled paint thinner in the basement, which is giving me a killer headache on top of everything else. What a day.

July 8, 2002

Celebrate with me! I may have actually landed some summer employment today! (And only about a month after I got home!)

After scouring the major shopping area in town for openings until I felt like I was going to faint from the heat (curse the Bonnie), I returned home nervous and discouraged, having only applied at the Kmart. However, I found laying upon the kitchen table a telephone message for me (certainly a rare occurrence), telling me to call back someone at the first grocery store I applied to oh so long ago. I did, and I set up an interview for Saturday morning. I think that since I've made it this far in the process, my odds are definitely good (especially since I'm now willing to give them just about anything they want from me as an employee).

Wish me luck!

July 11, 2002

I have my interview the day after tomorrow, and I'm starting to feel nervous. Not about whether I'll get the job as much as just over having to go through the experience of the interview. New social situations always make me nervous, and I'm not all that experienced in this process. I'm afraid I'll do something wrong.

But I don't like to talk about it. Anyway, I've spent much of today honing my graphic design skills. I've really become quite good at creating web site graphics now, and it almost makes me want to redesign this site to incorporate some -- but not quite. I'm going to strive to content myself with reworking PARC's web site and if anything, add more content to this site.

But until I get around to that, you're welcome to check out one of my old web sites at (but beware, some of the links there no longer work). I looked it up yesterday so that I could download all the content to add to this site someday. However, the design itself won't be preserved, and the site's pretty different from this one. I especially like the home page, and I wish I could think of some way to incorporate that design. But oh well, I guess I'll just have to admire it as it is, a little time capsule from sweet sixteen.

July 21, 2002

I went to a Moby concert on Friday! It was most excellent. The venue in Columbus I went to with Kim was very small, so we could indulge our laziness by sitting on the lawn during the opening acts yet still be able to see Moby in his Afro dancing across the stage. He's such a funny guy. Plus, in addition to the music and comedy (which Moby insisted can easily "meet at a twain"), we got to dance to the club beats. We have decided that we simply must go dancing once we get back to school. This of course will require a significant investment in some sexy clubwear, yet we feel it is worth it to get out there and "rock the body."

I rode the Greyhound for the first time this weekend. It is overcrowded with people who like to fall asleep on you and takes far too long to get you where you're going. I suggest taking a plane when you travel instead. It seemed like the fates were directing me to do as such when I tried to leave this afternoon. First, I couldn't find my brother's expensive cell phone that I'd borrowed for the trip (and used all of once). Then, after I found that and with a mere twenty minutes left before my bus was scheduled to depart, we discovered that Kim's car had a flat tire. Good grief. I ran back to the house to rouse Kim's mom while Kim parked the car, and finally we tore through Bexley and Columbus to the station, where I just managed to board the bus back to Erie and a lack of air conditioning.

July 27, 2002

I never got around to updating this with the joyous news that I now have a job! I got a call from Tops, a grocery store, the day after I got back from my trip. I didn't really want to talk about it here because I was afraid it might turn out like my last job interview, which came to nothing. I also got a call from a convenience store the next day for a second interview, at which point I figured I'd at least have a job somewhere by Wednesday, albeit quite possibly a bad job. But I did have my hopes pinned on the grocery store -- which, like the convenience store, I applied to online weeks ago -- and so I waited with great anticipation for my interview.

It went as hoped, turning out to be less of an interview than a "Can you come to training?" and "Congratulations, you're hired!" deal. Naturally, I skipped the other interview, and the manager of that store called our house three times then looking for me before I finally told him I wasn't interested. I was quite happy to have ended up where I did.

Today I had orientation for my new job. I watched three videos of gradually declining quality, signed a million forms, joined the grocery workers' union and got my uniform and name tag. I start training on Tuesday, and I'm already counting the days until I get my first paycheck of the summer in August.

July 29, 2002

I nearly typed "June" there. As it's about the end of July, I really ought to wake up to the fact that it is no longer the sixth month of the year. In fact, it's nearly the eighth -- which means I get to go back to school soon!

Tomorrow I start my first day of training for my new job. Training is supposed to be every day up until Saturday, and I'm not sure what we're going to be doing all that time. I can't imagine it takes all that long to learn how to use a cash register. Of course, I did have a week of training for my last job in the teleservices industry, and it did turn out to be necessary because, surprisingly, there is a dizzying amount information an operator must absorb. There is a prescribed response to every possible situation, a specific procedure that had to be followed every time. Not that anyone ever really remembered all of those procedures (or often cared). Perhaps this was why it was so easy to get fired from that place. Though I can't imagine why they'd want to fire anyone given how hard it is for them to maintain a full staff.

Uh oh, I forgot to wash my tennis shoes. Hopefully my employers will not care about how very dirty they are. Hmm, and I better check to see if I actually have black pants, come to think of it. I might have put those in storage ... okay, it's already not looking good for me. I better go.

July 30, 2002

More papers, more videos today at training. Not the most exciting stuff, but we did get to take a tour of the store and play with the registers a little. I am proud to say I was the first of my group to master signing onto, locking, unlocking, and signing off of the register. Whether I'll remember how to do it tomorrow is an entirely different question, but for now, I'm good. We ended the shift by bagging groceries for the other cashiers, and I find it is not an easy task to sort through people's stuff to create solidly filled bags.

My mom surprised me by picking me up from work with all the boys in tow. Apparently, we were going straight from there to dinner and then another free concert at Liberty Park. However, I was still in my uniform polo and black jeans, clearly not prepared for a night out. But my mom was dead set on getting down to the bayfront early enough to get a good parking space, so we stopped at a store to purchase an outfit for me to change into at the fast food restaurant.

Although I was clearly not prepared at all for this outing, it was actually pretty fun. A Beatles cover band called Abbey Road was playing tonight, and I took Grace up to the paved area in front of the stage to dance like a maniac until we were both ready to collapse and watch the lingering sunset over the lake.

Copyright © 2002 Colleen Fischer | Last updated October 7, 2002