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Friday, April 1st, 2005
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12:28 pm - Happy Spring Deception Day
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So, my oh-so-loyal fan base has disappeared – as it has been more than a year since my last post. That’s ok. I’m going to kick the dust off this thing – at least for one last cob-web ridden entry.
The fact that I am addressing you by these means can mean only one of 2 things:
a. I am incredibly bored and there is no one else left to stalk on facebook
or b. I have tests next week in my 3 hardest classes, a disgustingly uninteresting lab report to write about bioluminescence and quorum sensing, physics and microbial homework to do, a physics pre-lab report to bs, and a slue of other tasks and projects which have been denied my ever-loving attention for the weeks following spring break.
As my immunology professor would say: ‘The answer is C. Both A and B are correct’. *forming his hands into the shape of a ‘C’ and some other epitope and smashing them together in gleeful demonstration*
Yes, I know. Summer is quickly approaching. Perhaps I should stop my griping and buckle down for the next 5 weeks (only 35 more days of my life will include physics). But I am not so much looking forward to summer either. Underpaid, emotionally draining, yet mildly amusing seasonal employment is headed my way. Along with a public speaking class - which I will take at the ever-so-lovely community college. And the PCAT test which I need to study for. Those, along with countless other activities, will distract me from having a guiltless summer of beach and busch (gardens).
On another note. I think I have had just about enough science. It’s gotten to the point now where either: I don’t want to learn anymore, or it is feasibly impossible to cram anymore made-up science words into my head. It’s like a never ending hole and I am falling down it. People keep explaining things in with more and more complexity. And it never ends. I was happy knowing that bacteria can live everywhere and have mitochondria. I am not happy having to memorize what makes them diverse – which is APPARENTLY their electron transport chains. This is what I hear in class in my head, “please sit down and memorize the mechanism, enzymes, coenzymes, electron acceptors, electron donors written on all of these dreadfully bland black and white pathway sheets and be able to draw the loss and gain of electrons from whatever this doesn’t make sense anymore look there is a bee in the room I wonder if it will sting her I wonder what the dry-erase markers taste like the bee is on the board I bet it can taste the marker dust I hope we get out early today oh my we still have 57 minutes left in class what can I do to stay awake her shoes make a fun squeaking noise when she walks I cant look at this chart anymo…………………….." (‘ …’ represents the boredom induced coma in which I sit for the remaining 56 minutes of class). And so I am falling down this black hole of information where there is no end in site. And I am taking my GPA down with me.
I want to tell all of this to those high schoolers who are touring campus with mommy and daddy this week on their SPRING BREAK. They walk around in their mad-awesome clan posses staring you down like a specimen under a microscope. Well, perhaps not a microscope – I would not say they get an incredibly accurate view of the student body – perhaps a more appropriate analogy would be to say that we are observed under a magnifying glass – in far less detail than would be provided by the common light microscope. I do enjoy feeling famous for that brief moment in time when I walk behind monotonous tour guides. It is at that moment that all eyes are on you. Well, except those of the tour guides because they are turned around backwards. I like to think the high schoolers are in unadulterated awe of all college students who have made it to where they themselves hope to be one day. I like to glorify us and put us on a pedestal. Everyone knows that everybody in that tour group is bored out of their mind and cannot hear what the guide is saying. Their bodily functions start shutting down, they start looking around for bees and listening to shoes squeaking. They fixate all their senses onto anything that moves…you know, like an infant does… it’ll look around - but you can tell there is no comprehension going on. So we make like real live college SUPERSTARS and don’t even look at the camera. Oh yes. Oh yes. You know they all want our autographs.
In conclusion. If you are ever writing for a college newspaper. Please refrain from using the words “projectile vomiting.”
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| Wednesday, February 18th, 2004
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12:55 am - annnd
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12:52 am - hmmm
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here is a picture.
they call us the trio.
tree-o.
hence the large shrub in which we are strategically placed.
i now have a webshots account.
on which i hope to post other stolen pictures.
ochem exam tomorrow.
at 9am.
it is now 1.
i should finish studying, huh?
current mood:  anxious
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| Friday, February 6th, 2004
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12:21 am - i am a livejournal parasite
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and it is not a symbiotic relationship.
i read what others write and get a chuckle out of it.
either because what they say is genuinely amusing.
or because their grammar is.
but i never update my own journal.
have you ever had that group of sorority girls sit RIGHT beside you in class and look at a magazine THE ENTIRE TIME and TALK AND TALK and NOT shut up. because paris hilton's emotional state is about as flimsy as janet jackson's super bowl attire - and that's WAY MORE IMPORTANT than the organic chemistry that jennifer will be tested on in 2 days.
and have you ever had that girl sit behind you in class and chew her gum so loudly that you wonder if her jaw is so ENLARGED that she cannot seem to shut her LIPS over her TEETH to chew more quietly?
watching this will make you feel better:
http://www.manzonderkop.be/Post/?P_ID=2622
i have sour patch kid dust all over my desk.
and i am hoping for a delay in school tomorrow due to icy weather conditions.
current mood:  calm
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| Thursday, January 15th, 2004
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2:49 pm - i wonder . . .
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tech DOES start classes on the 19th, right?
everyone else is already back in school.
and tech people are just kinda like...'hmmmm.' hanging out.
i keep getting this feeling like i'm going to go back and will have missed a week of classes.
that'd be pretty bad, huh?
classes this semester are not looking so lovely.
let's see.
organic chem and theatre on tuesday, thursday.
genetics, microbiology, and evolutionary on monday, wednesday, friday.
and...monday - organic lab gets squeezed in there too.
my clases are spread all over.
and one is in a building that i don't know how to enter. cause -- you have to go through one building to get to a bridge outside - and then go across the bridge and into the building where the class is.
WHAT IS THIS? hmmm?
what happened to a direct route?
should be interesting, however.
litton reaves, whittemore, engel, chem p(hysics), smyth, davidson, and squires.
a derring-free semester once again.
beautiful.
books for this semester: around $300.
not bad.
not bad at all.
considering last semester i managed to top $500.
why does the dollar sign come before the number?
when you say monetary amounts you say: five hundred dollars.
not dollar five hundred.
i have spent entirely too much money this break.
entirely too much.
i need to be taken back to the blacksburg bubble where there is no place to shop.
it's a safety zone.
time to pack up.
and head out.
current mood: anxious
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| Sunday, December 14th, 2003
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11:08 pm - I AM BAAAAAAaaaaaaaaCK
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ok. my i am bored. and the motivation has reached an all time low. please observe.
1. First Name: fireflye15.
2. Were you named after anyone? No. everyone in the 80s was named jennifer
4. When did you last cry? when i realized i was filling out a survey.
5. Do you like your handwriting? I don’t like to write numbers
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? I don’t like lunch meat. Cause it’s not meat.
7. Any bad habits? I don’t always feed my fish. And I like to procrastinate. i'll feed the fish later.
9. Are you a daredevil? Definitely. Have I studied for my o’chem final yet? Nooo.
10. Do looks matter? It’s all relative. Do smells matter? Yes.
11. Have you ever misused a word and it sounded absolutely stupid? Um. I’ve forgotten put entire words into sentences before. That sounded stupid.
13. Do you think there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? No. rainbows are composed of electrons of different wavelengths. and i have never seen a pot of gold before. i don't even think those exsist.
16. Do fish have feelings? HUNGER. When I forget to feed it. Again.
18. How do you release anger? That implies that I get angry. And you didn’t ask if I got angry. Stop assuming things.
19. Where are your second homes? Blacksburg…or…yeah…here.
21. What was your favorite toy as a child? Cabbage patch kid – the 80’s were fab.
22. What class in school do you think is totally useless? MATH and CHEMISTRY and STATISTICS
23. Do you have a journal? Yes. But do I USE the journal? Not so much.
24. Do you use sarcasm a lot? I hate this question. Cause like…everyone is like. NO! to be sarcastic. And then it’s like…just shut up.
25. Have you ever been in a mosh pit? Tech Miami game. Where I was almost... moshed... into... oblivion…
26. What do you look for in a boy? IN a boy? Generally a couple of kidneys – maybe a spleen. But I can’t say I really LOOK for those…I guess I just kind of assume they are there.
27. What are your nicknames? BLUE CAMEL - over an out.
31. What's your favorite ice cream flavor? strawberry
32. What's your favorite color? Pink/orange
33. What is your least favorite thing? Exam time. And chemistry. And especially chemistry at exam time.
34. How many wisdom teeth do you have? ALL OF THEM. And they provide me absolutely NO wisdom.
35. Are you in love with anyone? Tripped in it. Never fell in it.
36. How many people have a crush on you right now? Becky has an orange crush bottle on her right now. she is also sitting on the floor, bouncing up and down to outkast and putting elmer's glue on her hands so she can let the glue dry and peel it off. becky has two exams tomorrow -- so it's ok.
39. What color pants are you wearing? Blue. you can wear blue with anything…apparently. Strange how that turned out…
40.What are you listening to right now? outkast. lend me some suga...
41. What was the last thing you ate? A MUFFIN FROM DEETS. And more coffee. CAFFEINE IS SPLENDID.
42.If you were a crayon, what color would you be? MACARONI
44.How is the weather right now? Snowing. Still.
46. First thing you notice about the opposite sex? That he’s a guy..i guess. Cause like..that’s how you notice that they’re of the …opposite…sex.
48. How are you feeling today? Tired. And bored. And unmotivated.
49. Favorite drink? RIGHT NOW?!?!?!?!?! COFFFFEE!!!!
50. Favorite alcoholic drink? Once. I had cheesecake. And it had a sauce on it that had alcohol in it. That’s the extent of my alcoholic tendencies.
51. Favorite sports? SNOWBALL fights ("keep is BELOW the waste, guys")
52. Hair color? brown
53. Eye color? Blue. Though I think they are turning …green.
57. Favorite food? Anything with caffeine. YAY for hyper activity.
58. Last movies you watched? Pirates of the caribbeeaaaan
59. Favorite day of the year? I prefer February 31.
61. Scary movies or happy endings? scary.
62. Summer or winter? Winter.
63. Hugs or kisses? I don’t know WHY they started putting white chocolate into kisses and calling them hugs. Really…what are they trying to imply? And it is racial in anyway?
68. Living arrangements? 1066 WEST AMBLER JOHNSTON. In the WELL. 7 days . . .
69. What books are you reading? ORGANIC CHEMISTRY. fourth edition. it’s a real treat, too.
70. Favorite board game? Mmm. Board games….
71.What did you watch on TV last night? I think…yeah…nothing.
72.Favorite smells? Coffee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Inhaaale the caffeine
73. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up? What time is it really? My clock says it is 8:45. So…subtract 1 hour and 15 mintues, and it is REALLY 7:30. and I am going to be late for organic chem. and I don’t want to go to stats. And I wonder if becky is up yet. She probably thinks it is a day where she can sleep in. shall I wake her? How am I going to get down from my loft? I think I had too much caffeine last night. I’ma go back to bed.
74. do you know anyone with a secret romance?! I don’t even get this question
and whoever created this survey couldn’t count. Either that – or he/she made some stupid questions so everyone’s like…I’m going to delete this one…and this one…and thi…..
oK!
study time.
current mood:  bouncy
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| Thursday, November 13th, 2003
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11:21 am - the journal liiives
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wow! so yes, i'm still alive!
how great is that?
pop-up ads are stupid. i don't like them. and while i understand their purpose - i don't think companies really make many profits from them. and if that is the case - then just remove them. i am less likely to buy from a company that has annoyed me with bombardations of pop-up ads.
oh well. so i was doing some research for a psyc paper - checkin out all the pages on mental diseases and such. and this pop-up comes up for like...a schizophrenia support group (?). i'm not so sure.
do you see the irony in this? :
"if you or someone you love suffers from schizophrenia...
you're not alone."
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no joke.
thanks for restating their problem.
ok ...
so.
thanksgiving break is coming up.
bring it on.
i want out of here.
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| Monday, September 22nd, 2003
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7:39 pm - well well well
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sorry about the update delays.
i'm sure many people have not had power with which to check diligently on my livejournal entries. as i'm sure many of you do. mmm. yeah right.
is it just me....or does everyone find fuzz in their food?
just opened a bag of pretzels. oh look. fuzz. was it there the whole time?! through the bagging, shipping, shelving, purchasing process? has it been sucking the life out of my pretzels? i hope utz doesn't pass its next health inspection.
anyway. i'm not sure how many more creative entries my brain can produce.
i am writing on another site now. check it out: www.purplejerk.com.
so if i am not writing here ... chances are - all of my creative juices are in route to those musings.
if you are reading this - congratulations on getting your power back.
current mood:  busy
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| Monday, September 15th, 2003
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12:11 am - tech....
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word up homie g.
that was for you, minkus. i can be ghetto. just ask sarah.
so, i was in dietrick the other night. it has become one of my favorite dining experiences. because there is rice there. i have developed quite a liking for rice. and i'm not quite sure why. the little white pellets. mmmm. rice. it's so versatile. you can put anything on it and it will taste like that anything.
but this delightful grain is not the focus of my entry. not tonight, anyway.
sitting there were lindsay, becky and i. we were minding our own business in this cafeteria style buffet. i was eating my rice, not looking at other buffeters. it was good. and becky got this look on her face. it's the same look i see after i say something stupid or when i forget my backpack in the room before class. it's kind of a eye-squint-closed-mouth-grin/grimace. can't really explain it. but it's great. cause she doesn't do it much. usually lindsay and i are the ones looking at her like that. because an orange is a fruit and an orangutan is a monkey. and a cow with antlers is not a cow with antlers - but a bull. so lindsay and i look over and there's a male. a white male - freshman, because he had a freshman id card (which he was vibrating up and down in his mouth) with him. he was wearing an extremely short pair of navy blue shorts - socks pulled up high, white nasty sneakers - and some strange t-shirt. his right hand was up on the table like he was about to arm wrestle someone. his index finger was up. and there was a chocolate-dietrick cookie balancing on it. a cookie on his finger. (anti-climatic, i know). nonetheless, it was amusing. he knew we were watching him. i think he was trying to woo us with the balancing act. i was not impressed. he kept it there for about 5 minutes. the endurance was enthralling. eventually the cookie crumbled and fell onto the table. and he proclaimed that the energy he had focused onto the cookie from his mind had gotten to great, causing the catastrophic event. and then becky, lindsay, and i left.
i never did get to finish my rice that night.
current mood:  confused
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| Tuesday, September 9th, 2003
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2:25 pm - time for an update.
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not sure what to write.
so let's think.
today i went to organic chemistry at 8am. there's a guy - i'm going to name him - billy bob (white male, approx 400 lbs, short hair)- he looks like a billy bob to me. he chews on his pen cap. that's all he does. oh, occasionally he'll nibble on a fingernail or two. but mostly it's the cap. what is so wrong with this?
let me tell you.
billy bob consumes the pen caps.
he does not put the tip of the cap in his mouth and bite it and move it around with his grubby tongue. no.
billy bob slaps the whole thing up in his mouth like it's a piece of candy. and he gnaws. he gnaws like there's no tomorrow.
and then i walk to stats at 9:30. it's quite a ways away from organic chemistry. and so it's a hike.
but billy bob also makes this hike. and he sits right behind me. ok. wow. so the pen cap is still in the process of forming a small plastic bolus in his jaw. and as i sit and listen to ms. pickle go on forever and ever. and ever. about the median and mode and potato chip factories. when she hits the topic of potato chips. billy bob gets excited. and he chews even harder on the pen cap. POTATO CHIP! POTATO CHIP!
wow. so between the gnawing and the teachers voice (it's like the voice of one of those girls in high school who thought she was better than everyone else - one of those girls who wasn't at the top of the social hierarchy and in fact was in the lower middle - who rolled her eyes at everyone and got this annoying slur in her 's's when she talked like she knew what she was saying) i was going crazy.
one day billy-bob-potato-chip will aspirate his pen cap. or develop an intestinal wound. plastic is not the ideal form of fiber, folks.
finally THAT class ended.
and i went back to the room to eat canned spaghetti o's. i couldn't go out to lunch because i had signed up for a psych experiment.
i did not want to go.
why did i sign up?
for the extra credit.
it's not worth it.
but i go anyway.
and i am the only one there. woah. ok - i thought there would be mooore people. and the lady starts talking to me. "you were chosen for this experiment because you were in the top blah blah percentile for phase 1 of the experiment" and "you were hired for this position to be considered for a job as a library clerk" - hmm. library clerk. note to self: read next experiment more carefully before signing up. i didn't think psych experiments acted as interviews. this thoroughly confused me. but psychologists are frightening people. and they can read minds. so i acted like i knew what she was talking about. smile and nod. smile and nod. luckily i didn't hear anymore about the library clerk position. i'm not too sure why that was mentioned. the test was all clerical. 270 questions in 45 minutes. about alphabetizing, and number pattern recognition, and sequencing. wasn't hard - just exhausting and BORING.
so anyway. our sink was clogged last week. and becky was going home for the weekend. so i decided to get some drano at walmart. i poured in 1/2 the bottle. waited 15 minutes and rinsed it with hot water. this didn't help. and for those of you who don't know...drano is a miracle product. so i was surprised that it didn't help. so i poured in the other 1/2 of the bottle. waited 30 minutes. almost burned a hole through my right hand. that stuff is pretty basic. turned the water on - rinsed the sink out. still no change.
becky gets home.
i tell her i bought drano.
"i think i know why it's clogged," she says.
"...."
i got fish rocks down it when i was cleaning out my tank.
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our sink has yet to work properly.
happy birthday, andrew. and happy late birthday, sam.
hey beck, i think it's time to strap on the chem lab rubberized aprons and green plastic goggles and bust open the sink pipe.
i will tie your apron for you. though you'd look dandy with it upside-down again.
so i still have nothing to write about. and i could go on for hours. i think this is the reason dimmick liked my papers so much. eh.
spank a plankton.
current mood:  restless
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| Thursday, August 28th, 2003
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3:32 pm - hate.
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hate is a strong word. it should be used accordingly. reserved for the most severe of moments.
if someone were to use the word hate on a regular basis - then it would begin to lose meaning.
if someone were to say:
"i hate the color green."
"i hate chicken nuggets."
"i hate my light bulb."
"i hate working at busch gardens guest relations because the people are so rude and ugly and fat and sweaty and they all have fanny packs that you wish you could snatch from their over sized stomachs and beat them over the head with because a: fanny packs went out of style a lonnng.....no. fanny packs were never in style and b: the people need a severe beating."
all in one day. you would think to yourself:
this person dislikes all of these things.
you would not literally think that they hated them. because i think that you feel hate in the pit of your stomach. most of the guests from busch gardens can have a lot of hate because their stomachs are so HUGE. but that's another story.
and so.
the word hate should only be used on special occasions.
like this one.
I HATE.
ORGANIC CHEMISTRY.
current mood: hateful
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| Tuesday, August 26th, 2003
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12:29 am - here we go.
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and so today was the start of classes.
it was a long day.
i got to see a movie clip of a male beetle mating with a beer can.
i have a professor pickle.
and organic chemistry lab will be the bane of my entire second year.
i guided a few lost, homely freshman in the right direction - which was my good deed for the day.
i discovered that shultz is no longer open for lunch.
i enjoyed a brisk walk after the first fire drill of the year - the first of many - i'm sure. (drills, not walks)
i watched becky and lindsay study organic chemistry on the floor. where am i? not studying organic chemistry on the floor.
i bought a rubberized lab coat for lab - which will look absolutely DASHING with my green lab goggles.
and - i have organic chemistry at 8 in the morning with a Dr. Yoder - who is new this year.
does this mean that we can take advantage of his poor teaching skills?
perhaps.
but maybe he came from another university and just lacks communication skills.
--- i don't know -- he responded to my email rather quickly.
but then again....he also assigned work before the first day of class.
i'm done with classes at 10:45 AM tomorrow.
which is dandy.
maybe i'll write again tomorrow.
maybe i'll have something interesting to say.
maybe you'll read this tomorrow and find that i have not updated because i do not have anything interesting to say. this is most likely.
first football game this weekend - not quite sure which day....but i'm going.
and the jmu game is coming up.
"madison, james madison, we are the dukes of jmu. J-M-U. madison, james madison - the something dukes of jmu - fight for glory, honor's something, brighten the lights of madisoooonnnn." --- not bad for a hokie, huh? just one question, though. shouldn't it be ..."brighten the lights of harrisonburg" ? unless they're talking about the lights on campus only. or maybe the lights are a figure of speech. perhaps they want to raise mr. madison from his grave and feed him applesauce, poptarts, and pickles.
poptarts.
that's what caused our fire drill tonight.
and pickle - that's the professor whose class i have to sit through tomorrow.
and with that said.
i'm off.
current mood: exanimate
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| Thursday, July 31st, 2003
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1:20 am - headache
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hello folks.
busch is driving me crazy. as usual.
but this entry will not be dedicated to the troubles of guest relations.
instead.
this entry will be about my life outside the work environment.
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| Wednesday, July 16th, 2003
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9:33 pm - Relating to Guests 101
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****************** FOR THE RECORD.
IF SOMEONE WAS SUPPOSED TO SET UP TICKETS FOR YOU AND I DON'T HAVE THEM - IT'S BECAUSE THEY MADE A MISTAKE. IT IS NOT MY FAULT. DON'T GET AN ATTITUDE WITH ME. DON'T GET MAD AT ME. THE MORE ANGRY I GET - THE LONGER YOU'RE GOING TO WAIT BEFORE I TELL YOU THAT WE DO NOT HAVE YOUR TICKETS. and the outcome is the same. i stay behind my little window. and you don't get into the park. save us both some time.*******************
I have found that it is completely impossible to be cheerful all the time. And to be cheerful is to act professional in the sport of guest relations. So because i cannot smile or have a delightful, how-may-i-help-you-you-wonderful-person! voice all the time (or any? of the time) - i am not professional. And because i am not professional...i can give a blank stare whenever anyone says anything stupid, profane, or unreasonable.
for example...
~ Guest comes up with new all-in-one ticket purchased online. All-in-one tickets are for Va residents only. Printed on the ticket...: "PLEASE PRESENT VALID VIRGINIA DRIVERS LICENSE TO RECEIVE SINGLE DAY ADMISSION"
Sam: "May I see your Va drivers license please?"
guest: "I only have one from Maryland."
*** Blank stare
~ Guest comes up and needs a new oil filter for his 1991 Ford RV.
(guest should already be receiving the blank stare. i am not a mechanic. and he has a large, neon green stuffed snake around his neck.)
guest: "Someone was supposed to call up about an oil filter about 30 minutes ago."
Jennifer's head: "ok. oil filter. whaaaaaaaat about it?"
Jennifer: "Um, i didn't take that call. let me check around the office to see if anyone else did." --- i leave. i come back.
Jennifer: "No one who is in the office at the moment took the call, but we had a shift change - so the person who did take the call - if anyone - may have left."
Idiot with snake: "well that was smart"
Jennifer: turns around, rolls eyes.
Jennifer to guest: "What were they supposed to call about?"
Guest will not answer any questions because the non-exsitent caller was supposed to have taken care of everything. why waste his breath on jennifer when the caller who didn't call already called? This is not helpful. Jennifer needs to know what is going on to help stupid snake man. She reasons that the green snake is cutting off any blood flow to the man's brain.
Guest: "is that lady a supervisor?" he says looking at elise.
Jennifer: "no."
guest does not believe jennifer. she could be lying to him because she doesn't want him out of her face. guest proceeds to ask elise if she is a supervisor. elise smiles politely, shakes her head no in a you-stupid-idiot manner, and proceeds to type on her computer.
Supervisor is in the back making calls to help stupid oil filter man.
Jennifer goes to get her. if she doesn't get away from this man soon - he will be dangling from the england bridge with the large neon snake tied snugly around his neck.
Supervisor goes out to talk to the man. The man does not understand why the Busch mechanics (**who are hired to fix roller coasters**) cannot sell him an oil filter for his RV. "What else could they be there for?" he asks. Stupid man. Make him wait.
Supervisor gets disgruntled and comes back inside.
Man waits 45 minutes for carquest to deliver an oil filter and oil pan TO HIM for $14.89.
Guest comes back an hour later. Jennifer is trying to pack up to leave. She is nowhere NEAR a guest service window. Man calls to her. Jennifer looks over. and from her mouth slips a loud, "nuh uh." she accidentally rolls her eyes at him. Guest offers a hug to the supervisor who helped him.
***blank stare
she declines.
~Guest "A bird in the aviary house named Teeku ate 2 of my earrings. $350 worth of jewelry."
***blank stare
~"We came in the park earlier and walked around. We thought it was a water park. But there is no pool."
---- this is 5 hours AFTER they entered the park. 10 guests want a full refund. This will not happen on my till.
***blank stare
~Guest fills out comment form because urinal was overflowing in the england restroom. he did not realize this until it was too late. He had to jump back exposing himself and urinating on his clothing.
***blank stare
and so. i sit at my little window everyday. with a blank stare.
current mood: blank
current music: blank
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| Sunday, June 22nd, 2003
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1:29 am - FYI
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riight, yeah. so i'm definitely NOT amused by most of the things which happen in the confines of my small area at work. guest relations is the be-all-end-all for many a guest - so i am supposed (?) to be helping these people, right? here's a tip. if you ever need anything at busch gardens and you happen to stop:
1. be nice. no one gives mean people anything.
2. be patient. the quicker you need something done and the more impatient you get - the slower i work.
3. never reach into your bra to get something and then hand that something to me. that's just wrong.
4. i do not want to open any of the rolled coins in my till. if i can - i will send you to passport sales for any upgrades/purchases you would like to make.
5. i don't do refunds for 1 ride being down. you must think i'm stupid.
6. if you ever catch a lost bird from the aviary house and you think about bringing it to guest relations - make sure you know how much that thing costs before you give it up.
7. do not yell at me. especially if your name is bob from the wild moose lodge. i know you don't do anything all day, man. take the lost person's report and fill it out over the phone politely. and i don't care if you're wearing a blue shirt.
8. do not expect me to talk to the vice president of the anheuser busch company on your nasty little cell phone. i do not care if you are his in-laws. chances are - he doesn't like you anyway. and next time you are trying to stick the phone through the hole in the glass window? don't hang up on mr. executive vice president.
9. i did not take your pants, boy. leave.
10. if you locked your keys in your vehicle. while it's running. just walk home.
some people make me so mad.
stay tuned. more tips to come.
current mood:  annoyed
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| Friday, June 13th, 2003
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12:21 pm - my livejournal is not dead. yet.
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i am still alive.
who has time to write long lj entries when busch gardens expects you to live within the confines of the english village?
high school is out. the animals have been released into the wild. and for all of you newly freed members, go get jobs. summer is not a time to play.
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| Thursday, April 17th, 2003
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7:30 pm - well then
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| Wednesday, April 16th, 2003
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12:26 am - No no no no no, woman.
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by the way, i have finally reached 20 entries. congratulations to me.
ok, so PA-LEASE - Lee Hall is so ghetto.
this is one of the most run down dorms on campus. one day someone pulled a stair off.
But ANYWAY.
little miss resident director (let's call her Muzanne Sullins) is bitter about the way people are treating HER dorm. *eye roll, eye roll, this constitutes an eye roll* today lindsay, becky, and i are leisurely having a little chat in the room. we are given a letter by the RA who walked in. hello aisha the RA. i read this letter. and it is stupid. here's the gist of what it said: "residents of lee hall owe virginia tech $499.00 for the TV stolen from the 2nd floor lounge. they also owe $650.87 for vandalism to the elevators. we couldn't get up off our lazy butts to stop people from spray painting protests to the war in the elevators. and the hokie handbook says that we get to charge you for any crime we want so long as we can't find the individuals responsible" hokie handbook my butt. (like honestly? the woman's office is 5 feet away from the elevators - if the protests bother her, then she should put her office in the elevator and ride it uuup and dooown all day long). and where'd they get the 87 cents in $650.87 from?! honestly, people! the "vandalism" doesn't bother me. i think it's pretty, like a collage. the only vandalism done to the elevators was spray paint anyway. And as for that stupid TV?! that thing was taken the 1st month of school. don't tell me you're going to make us pay for it now. if it's necessary for there to be a TV in the lounge - then you should have made us pay for it earlier and replaced it sooner. and it's not like the stupid TV isn't stolen each year. because it is. and you know what i think? i think muzanne sullins takes the TV. i think she hides it in the bathroom of her office and makes students pay for every single year. and that's just wrong.
OH, and ANOTHER thing. how are they going to split $1149.87 evenly between 800 or so odd students?! i don't want any of this, let's-charge-them-$2-each business. I better not be charged over $1.4373375. because i KNOW there are more than 800 people up in this ghetto piece. And i DID the math, thank you very much.
why are they charging us extra - shouldn't the cost of housing cover this?! if you can't pay for it, then don't fix it. just like you didn't fix the missing TV (until NOW when we're all leaving). and as for the elevators?! i don't even ride the stupid things. i live on the 2nd floor. do you THINK i have time to decorate the walls of the moving box in the time it takes to go up 3 floors?! YEAH, that's right, 3 floors. we start off in the basement (g.h.e.t.t.o.). and when i do ride the elevator, people get mad. "you're only going to the 2nd floor?!" they say. pshhhh. leave me alone. what does the stupid hokie handbook say about harassment in the elevators? huh? i've done enough walking up and down those stupid stairs to account for any argument they want to start. not like there's time for an argument, cause I'M GETTING OFF AT THE 2nd FLOOR, SUCKERS!
i wrote a little email to muzanne. i told her to give me a break down of all the prices. $650.87 for some paint?! i-g-n-o-r-a-n-t.
it's not that i don't want to part with my 2 bucks (it better only be $1.4373, shhooo) - it's the fact that i did not do a THING and they want me to pay for it. prove that i wrote "free tibet" on the elevator wall and stole a TV that's as big as i am. then i'll give you your $1.4373.
And they put the nice, new air conditioned dorms right across from Lee. that's just spiteful.
current mood:  aggravated
current music: elevators, and what? what? a little....spray paint?!
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| Sunday, April 13th, 2003
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6:44 pm - more pictures
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4:44 pm - PRAYER BEAR FUN
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hey guys,
well, i'm beat. lindsay, becky, and i just got back from jmu. the weather was absolutely fabulous. and it allowed a few days away from the prayer bear that becky keeps hauled away in the room. she has it dangling from her bed post. it looks quite innocent, but in reality? in reality it is one of the most evil things to come out of goffa int'l corp (made in china).
it's this little white bear, quite generic looking. Black eyes, black nose, little pink open-teddy-bear-mouth, 100% polyester fiber. oh yeah, the works. it even has gold bear pads on its feet. the kind of gold out of which old lady sandals are made. but if you press the left paw of this prayer bear ("SQUEEZE ME!" it says) ... that thing goes OFF. "Now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the Lord my soul to keep..." and it goes on in the voice of a little latino child. it's absolutely terrifying. not that i have anything against latin american children, i don't at all. but when you hear a 3 year old mexican polar bear? it conjures up terrifying emotions from the depths of the soul.
ok, soo...NO - i do NOT have a phobia of stuffed animals (see earlier monkey articles). becky just houses some freaky beasts up in this piece.
(to becky: i love the rest of your stuffed animals. i understand that you, as a future vet, have to adore all types of animals. even those that are hideous and/or project horrid vocal interpretations from the depth of their being).
becky just learned that i was dedicating an entire entry to her lovely prayer bear, and out of sheer pride she dumped the remainder of her coca-cola slurpee onto the carpet.
current mood: accomplished
current music: the prayer bear, of course
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