Sunday September 29th, 2013
I guess it's Sunday again, which means it's time for yet another blog post. I've just been informed that the quality of my recent posts has been lacking (thanks to two friends who from here on out will be referred to as Rye Bread and Dr. Riss) so I will try my hardest to improve that. Unfortunately, this revelation could not have come at a more inopportune time because I have had the most boring week of the school year thus far, but we'll see what happens.
Probably the most exciting event this week happened at none other than the Rat. After an excruciatingly terrible Thursday when I had to make about five million packaged meals for the annual Pops on the Heights dinner/concert thing (if Facebook and Instagram are right, the Chorale may have sung with Katharine McPhee), I thought going back to the Rat on Friday would be torture, but I could not have been more wrong. Finally, after an entire year of working there, I was trained to use the cash register! I've probably had this dream for years and finally it has come to fruition. I don't know what changed, but Reyna (the front manager) took it upon herself to train me on Friday afternoon. Though I may have only gotten to play cashier for about ten minutes, I can most assuredly say that dreams really do come true.
Friday was only made better because I pit rehearsal for Les Mis later that night. For any people who somehow are unaware of this fact, Les Mis is my absolute favorite musical. If believe there is a better one out there, you are wrong. Dead wrong. After a rehearsal that went far better than I expected, and a superb car ride home (didn't get lost #winning), I made my way to the Newton campus to drop off my roommate Joe's car (he was sooo nice to let me borrow it for rehearsal). The only downside to the night was having to take the Newton bus back. Freshman on a Friday night are a mix of adorable and repulsive. Here is one of the many fantastic conversations that I overheard while on the bus:
Girl 1: Is this Ignacio Hall?
Girl 2: Yeah it is, I've totally been there before.
Freshmen.
Following my excursion with the newbies of BC, I had the pleasure of spending the night in the lovely Mod of Dr. Riss. Because of the game on Saturday, her mod had a spectacular and exquisite BBQ Saturday prior to a less than spectacular and exquisite football game (go BC...). Although the morning was a bit rough thanks to someone setting the fire alarm off, everything was delicious (even if the meat took a bit long to cook)!
And today. I had the privilege of spending five and half hours at the Mary House, at my very serious job, with none other than the infamous Rye Bread and Dr. Riss. Listening to some very strange noises coming from musicians in a practice room, deciding that Marissa is either going to be a chemist or lungal surgeon (a lungs doctor...), discussing Senior fives, playing some Les Mis on a viola. Nothing could be better. [Well, I'm sure winter break will be a bit better ;) ].
That's all folks. We'll see what happens next week.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 22, 2013
The Reprise: Steve's Blog 2.0
Sunday September 22, 2013
8:00 am. In high school, I was already in second period. In high school I woke up at 6:00 am, brushed the sleep out of my eyes and headed out for what was sure to be an excellent day. High school. High. School. I don't know why but as soon as you enter the college years, anything before noon constitutes as early rising. Getting up knowing that the time is still in single digits feels almost impossible. Today, 8:00 am hit me like a brick wall.
"But Stephen, why were you up at such an ungodly hour?"
Great question, mythical blog reader! The answer to that is actually quite simple. I am an environmental geoscience major and I'm planning on saving the world! And since the world does not wait for anybody to wake up when their body wills it, sometimes you have to force yourself up, get out of bed, and trudge through a park in the rain in order to collect data on a stream.
As much as I may have complained about the prospects of waking up with the roosters (anyone who knows me knows that I do NOT do well with mornings, especially the early ones, see: Lucky Charms Incident of 2011), my field trip was seriously enjoyable. Traipsing around a park, playing with mud, surveying a wetland, getting Dunkin from your professor....the list goes on and on. For some reason, I spent the entire four hours on my field trip with this song stuck in my head hahaha
Turning to a more serious matter, I must acknowledge the fact that I have not blogged anything in the past few weeks (I'm pretty sure I stopped as soon as school began). However, seeing how the lack of Steve's blog didn't work for some people (a certain Ray of Sunshine and pretty little Riss), I finally caved into their constant nagging and am writing this post. Because I am currently working Sunday nights in a job that is in all honesty a six hour block for homework time, and because I have a paper due that I am incredibly reluctant to begin I have decided to keep with the tradition of Sunday night blogging! There will be one change, and I hope it doesn't deter you (my millions of readers) from continuing to read my blog. Obviously I am at school for the rest of the year (or so I hope), which means that I am technically not gardening regularly, or at all for that matter. With that in mind, it seems as if I am lying to you if I do not change the name of my blog. No decisions have been made as of yet, but here are some titles I'm working on:
8:00 am. In high school, I was already in second period. In high school I woke up at 6:00 am, brushed the sleep out of my eyes and headed out for what was sure to be an excellent day. High school. High. School. I don't know why but as soon as you enter the college years, anything before noon constitutes as early rising. Getting up knowing that the time is still in single digits feels almost impossible. Today, 8:00 am hit me like a brick wall.
"But Stephen, why were you up at such an ungodly hour?"
Great question, mythical blog reader! The answer to that is actually quite simple. I am an environmental geoscience major and I'm planning on saving the world! And since the world does not wait for anybody to wake up when their body wills it, sometimes you have to force yourself up, get out of bed, and trudge through a park in the rain in order to collect data on a stream.
As much as I may have complained about the prospects of waking up with the roosters (anyone who knows me knows that I do NOT do well with mornings, especially the early ones, see: Lucky Charms Incident of 2011), my field trip was seriously enjoyable. Traipsing around a park, playing with mud, surveying a wetland, getting Dunkin from your professor....the list goes on and on. For some reason, I spent the entire four hours on my field trip with this song stuck in my head hahaha
Turning to a more serious matter, I must acknowledge the fact that I have not blogged anything in the past few weeks (I'm pretty sure I stopped as soon as school began). However, seeing how the lack of Steve's blog didn't work for some people (a certain Ray of Sunshine and pretty little Riss), I finally caved into their constant nagging and am writing this post. Because I am currently working Sunday nights in a job that is in all honesty a six hour block for homework time, and because I have a paper due that I am incredibly reluctant to begin I have decided to keep with the tradition of Sunday night blogging! There will be one change, and I hope it doesn't deter you (my millions of readers) from continuing to read my blog. Obviously I am at school for the rest of the year (or so I hope), which means that I am technically not gardening regularly, or at all for that matter. With that in mind, it seems as if I am lying to you if I do not change the name of my blog. No decisions have been made as of yet, but here are some titles I'm working on:
- Well, the kids can't check themselves into Mary House: The Justification of Steve's work-study
- Trials and Tribulations of a Rat Worker
- Rocks on Rocks on Rocks with Steve
- Danger! Danger! Danger!
It think it's pretty clear that I am still working on an actual title...
Sep 2, 2013
Lessons Learned
Monday September 2nd, 2013
Well here we go again. Sorry that I have been so unfaithful to the maintenance of this blog, but my life has been relatively crazy over the past few weeks. Since returning from Texas, I have finished working at my dental office (sad news) and moved back to school (good news). I even start classes tomorrow (why God, why?).
Work. So my time in the sun has come to a peaceful, albeit bittersweet end. The dental office has replaced me with a new worker who seems to be a great fit and a hard worker. I spent the last of my days at work training said employee in order to ensure that the transition from me to her would be as smooth as possible. While I was absolutely ready for my full time job to stop so that I could return to my other full time job (school), when it came time to say my goodbyes, I actually was sad to leave. I had spent the better part of three months working in this office, getting to know these people, and having a ton of laughs with each of them. I'll miss their personal quirks, their snarky remarks, and their fun stories. They really are an incredible bunch of folks. The office staff collectively went in on a going away present for me, which was totally unnecessary. Better even than their generous gift was the card that accompanied it. Everyone had something nice and personal to say to me; it was truly wonderful. Aside from this main present, one coworker (Ronnie) gave me a really special gift: a monstrous bin full of delicious goodies. She wants me to use the snacks in her present to fortify my emergency drawer [in times of severe crisis the candy and chocolate would serve as a much needed endorphin booster]. She included snacks that we had shared over the course of the summer (mainly pumpernickel pretzels), which made the gift especially thoughtful.
Since I have allegedly spent the entire summer in the real, working world, I think it appropriate to discuss some of the important life lessons that I've learned while working with these people. Here's what I've come up with:
Well here we go again. Sorry that I have been so unfaithful to the maintenance of this blog, but my life has been relatively crazy over the past few weeks. Since returning from Texas, I have finished working at my dental office (sad news) and moved back to school (good news). I even start classes tomorrow (why God, why?).
Work. So my time in the sun has come to a peaceful, albeit bittersweet end. The dental office has replaced me with a new worker who seems to be a great fit and a hard worker. I spent the last of my days at work training said employee in order to ensure that the transition from me to her would be as smooth as possible. While I was absolutely ready for my full time job to stop so that I could return to my other full time job (school), when it came time to say my goodbyes, I actually was sad to leave. I had spent the better part of three months working in this office, getting to know these people, and having a ton of laughs with each of them. I'll miss their personal quirks, their snarky remarks, and their fun stories. They really are an incredible bunch of folks. The office staff collectively went in on a going away present for me, which was totally unnecessary. Better even than their generous gift was the card that accompanied it. Everyone had something nice and personal to say to me; it was truly wonderful. Aside from this main present, one coworker (Ronnie) gave me a really special gift: a monstrous bin full of delicious goodies. She wants me to use the snacks in her present to fortify my emergency drawer [in times of severe crisis the candy and chocolate would serve as a much needed endorphin booster]. She included snacks that we had shared over the course of the summer (mainly pumpernickel pretzels), which made the gift especially thoughtful.
Since I have allegedly spent the entire summer in the real, working world, I think it appropriate to discuss some of the important life lessons that I've learned while working with these people. Here's what I've come up with:
- When you work next to an emergency animal hospital, you will undoubtably encounter terribly stressed persons who are concerned about their pets. Alternatively, you might talk to a girl whose boyfriend supposedly called earlier about a goose who couldn't walk....
- People are fantastically stupid. Sometimes they will call you and ask to set up an appointment with that doctor who specializes in teeth. Sorry ma'am, but you're going to have to be a bit more specific with us.
- Old people are the best to talk to. 'Nuff said.
- Outgoing messages are quite strange. Occasionally a homeowner will try to sell you insurance to get into heaven via answering machine. Those messages will go on for almost two minutes and will be completely unreal.
- Life, like the charts that I spent my days pulling and filing, is going to be difficult. Sometimes a chart isn't where you expect it to be, or sometimes you don't understand the writing on it. But with a little elbow grease, you can conquer the unconquerable and find everything that you need.
That just about sums up my working experience, and it has most definitely been an experience. I am anxiously awaiting the rest of my life when I can work in an office everyday, all day, always.
Since finishing up at work, I have moved back into BC and it is wonderful! Although I am living in the exact same building as last year, I swear my room is bigger (no complaints from me!). Seeing friends is always wonderful, however junior year is weird because you don't really know where anyone is. Half the class is living off campus, some people are abroad while others are not. It's just some weird s*** man. The current predicament my roommates and I are facing regards room decor. The Edmonds suites are super barren when you first move in. The dorm was built in the '70s or something and it certainly looks the part. Thankfully, a recent construction project has forced the music department to do some spring cleaning and hundreds of art posters were up for grabs this weekend. Two trips to the music department later, my room was finally looking homey (homie?).
This is about all I can muster at the moment, so I hope that you are all satisfied. Being that I am not at home anymore, I have no pictures of my plants to show you. Instead, I'll give you one picture from work and one from school! TTYL. <3 Stephen.
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