Complain Post

If I was ever going to devote a post to bitching, this would be it. Things just haven't been connecting recently for me, and it's getting absurdly frustrating. For starters, work's been awful; secondly, it's been a bajillion degrees around town, and finally, I miss Krista bad.

Jack White says that we should pick apart our problems, one by one, and stow them away like little acorns. Why not.



Okay, so really I only have two problems: work and separation anxiety.

Work has been crazy because of many, many reasons. Primarily, two of our six person staff is on vacation, and I cannot wait to get them back in the weeks to come. To make matters worse, we had three football camps in and out this week, and a young girl's basketball clinic on campus this week.

This means many things, like: very, very early breakfasts; insanely disorganized check-in's; rude players; people leaving trash heaps of plates and garbage in the cafeteria; football men hitting on basketball girls; and worst of all, moron coaches. At least our Otterbein Football coach contact, the hilariously doppelganger named Alan Moore (ours has no hair, Watchmen's has too much) has been totally awesome.

So here is the play by play highlight reel of this week's tasks that we have had to take on, exhaustion amplified by the lack of support and early mornings for all of us still here:

-Getting up at seven for Lorain's football camp check in, only to have them arrive at 9:15. Then to find out that I missed Maddie DeVelvis' guest appearance by a matter of minutes. Great.

-Having to un-loft or un-bunk EVERY bed in 25 W Home, so the children don't get hurt fooling around in bed.

-Working extra shifts in the Campus Center Office. Yes, sitting and doing nothing gets old. Even when you're on the clock.

-Being called a queer while working by disgusting, dirty, sweat covered overly testosterone boys whose hobbies include taking group showers and dog piling on their muscular peers.

-Walking across campus at 12:30 after a really long day to go to bed in an un-air conditioned Hanby, only to find the 'gentlemen athletes' of Lorain have stolen both your mattress, and the mattress from the nearest convenient room to take from.

Did I mention it has been at least 90 degrees outside every day this week? Because that for sure does not help.

What else can I bitch about?



Oh that's right, I miss Krista so much I don't know what to do with myself...

only a few more weeks, and she's back. we're together again.

Other then play with font justification; luckily, I'm going up to visit tomorrow, so if I can just get through tonight the better days will be more then just a blurry picture from finals week.