Intuition

The long awaited post.

So Tuesday was my first day working at the landscaping place. And my last day. So uh first I was handed over to the guy in the garage with the tractors and stuff, Chuck, and he was told to what ever he wanted with me.. except.. he didn't know what to do with me.
'Uh.. well you can take this box over to the burning pile.. just dawdle about it.. uh.. you can straighten out my work bench.. just dawdle about it' Ohhh man... 'You could go up to the house and ask what Cathy wants you to do.. OR you can hose off this tire." (So, he watched me hose off the tire, because it was his job and he had nothing else to do while I was doing it!) Next, I was taken to a big shed and told to straighten it out.. it being full of things like bags of cement and asphalt that were CLEARLY too heavy for me to lift. Lets just say, but the time noon came around I was DELIGHTED and relieved to begin weeding her garden. Even though it was raining. That is, until the flies started swarming my face. And biting me. I went to ask if there was any fly spray.. she only had Raid.. so I tried spraying Raid at the flies. I'm not sure if it worked. After at least 3 hours of weeding (wanting to DIE) the rain got REALLY heavy, and my hero Chuck came and got me ("here, I'll find something for you do inside that makes a little more sense") so I swept the garage floor for 45 minutes.

By the time I went home, I was soaked, my jeans saturated in mud, my jackets and t-shirt layered in dirt, my face streaked in fly blood from swatting at them. When I got in to the car I started laughing hysterically and then cried.
It gets better. So, the most recent count of how many insect bites I have on my face and neck is about 38. THIRTY EIGHT BUG BITES ON MY FACE AND NECK. Plus a few on my stomach, back, and the top of my head. There are so many really close to my right eye that it swelled way out of proportion.

Yesterday my eye was so swollen that I couldn't open it at all for most of the day. (I went to the doctor and got a perscription and today it has thankfully improved though it's still swollen and I still can't open it the whole way)

I quit before I left. I'd rather gnaw off my arm and beat myself with it than go back to work there! Now Lowe is trying to get the job there. Good luck to him. I wouldn't have made it through the day without Chuck, let's have some good quotes from middle aged red-neck Chuck:

Chuck to Doug: She's got that look on her face.. the one people always have their first day.. the "what the hell am I doing here" look.. [to me:] I've got news.. that feeling never goes away.

Chuck: Uh... when you bend over you're really.. uh.. exposed [from me not wanting to hike up my jeans with my filthy hands].. not that I'm complaining but uh.. a lot of guys come through here.. I wasn't sure if I should say anything
(by that point I was too miserable to even feel embarrassed lol)

Chuck: You really don't want to be here do you?

Cathy to me: Are you doing work?
Me: Yes
Cathy: Well, can I SEE you doing work?!
Chuck: What did Cathy say to you while you were on your break?
Me: [repeats]
Chuck: You're not going to be coming back here are you?
Me: *shakes head*
Chuck: Well this was a good experience for you... shows you why you should stay in school.

HAHA I love you Chuck.

So yeah. Misery. Thing is, the couple of days before going in I had this awful awful feeling about it, I REALLY didn't want to but I couldn't think of a good reason why. The morning of when I was on my way.. I wanted to cry, I was being a HUGE baby about how I really really didn't want to go.. and felt like an idiot about it because there was no good reason why I should so strongly not want to.

From now on, I trust my intuition. Ladies, if you ever have a strong though unexplanable gut feeling about something.. do NOT ignore it.
My intuition is on fire this week.. when I was coming home from class Tuesday night I was looking at guys on the subway and thinking to myself how much they looked like Kyle (old roommates boyfriend) and thinking about how nice it would be to see Kyle again right now. I stepped off the subway and a few steps later heard "Hey Jenn!" looked up.. and low and behold.. KYLE! Pretty cool, eh?

So Tuesday night was my first 20th Cent Canadian Lit class.. I was 20 minutes late because of work.. lol thank god Carolyn is in the class with me.. I'd say 85% if not more of the class is 3rd/4th year.. it was very intimidating.. they had so many sophisticated things to say.. I'm afraid I'm going to get owned. We'll see. I actually felt pretty good about my diagnostic response paper that we had to write on a short story before leaving. Though it's no doubt going to be a HUGE drag.. as 3 hour long classes always are.. especially during a hot summer.. it'll hopefully be worth only taking 4 courses come fall.

The Ayn Rand institute sent me a free copy of Atlas Shrugged!!! I entered their essay competition on The Fountainhead last year, and though I didn't win anything I fell completely in love with the book (Toria feels me on this one) and they sent me a free book over a year later for entering their contest! How sweet is that? I think it's amazing, I was planning on reading Atlas Shrugged anyway cuz.. Ayn Rand is awesome.

I still haven't unpacked.
Since being home we've.. gone to Laserquest.. I came in absolutely dead last. No kidding. But I used Kate's name as my game name.. she was mad that her name was in last place HAHAHA. Went to Golden Griddle Tuesday night, last night went to Jack Astor's, watched Lost together yay.