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| Wednesday, April 20, 2005 |
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Gorbachev was great! I enjoyed his lecture. It was weird at first getting used to the nearly simultaneous translation but after I finally figured out how to watch him but hear the English then I was golden. (Trust me... it was harder than it sounds! I kept watching him and only hearing the Russian, but if I completely ignored him and just stared into space, then I'd catch the English. It also helped when they turned down Gorbachev's mike so the English wasn't quieter than the Russian. Gotta love college sound techs!)
While I was at the Gorbachev lecture, Dave (the red-head from the gym) called. "Hey Lauren, just wanted to hear your voice.... *Rolls eyes* It is sweet though. He wanted to get together around 8 on Sunday morning to play raquetball. (Ha! Yeah right! You guys know me know... have I EVER been up at 8 AM on a weekend? Staying up until 8am doesn't count.) I was out of minutes so I was going to wait until Saturday to call him back. Well, apparently patience is not his strong suite. He calls me at 8:45 am Saturday morning. Thanks alot. I went to bed like, what, five hours ago??? Not a great way to win brownie points. Again, I roll my eyes and go back to sleep. Two and half hours later, I finally wake up (I know I don't need it... but a girl's gotta have her beauty rest). I figure I'll call him back on my way over to J's house around 1pm. No such luck... He calls again at 12:30. I finally answer (nice of me, huh?). I inform him that raquetball would be great... but if he actually thinks I'm dragging my ass out of bed at 8 frickin' AM to run around a court after a stupid little green ball, he can keep dreaming. He agreed that 10am would be fine as well. (What an agreeable guy.) :D Raquetball was fun... I mostly lost - won one game out of, I think, four. But I hit him really hard with the ball so I figure we're even. We're supposed to have an official date some time this week or next. I'll let you know.
And now... *drumroll* I have a job. Today was my first day. I had fun and felt like I figured out really quickly... since it was REALLY simple. Now I will go hide between the couch and the window curtain in embarrasement while my evil twin, who likes to tell embarrasing stuff about me, will tell you what I am doing.... I am a hostess. Okay, it's not that bad. I just feel really retarded working as a hostess when I have a college degree. Granted, it is paying the bills so I am not too against it. I'd like to move up to server here pretty soon but I doubt it is going to happen. The restaurant I am at - Mimi's Cafe - is constantly busy so they need experienced staff. Especially since they just openned and want to make an awesome impression on everyone. Maybe I can get a server job at a different restaurant and learn there. Oh... good idea. The worst thing about the hostessing though... I am the only one there over 20. The rest of the girls are just out of highschool. I guess God will use this opportunity to teach me to swallow the oh, so bitter pill of humility.
Oh... and btw... one of my best friends might be moving out to California! Pray for her please as she makes her decision.
Now good night. My feet are killing me. |
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