Good Afternoon, Thank You For Calling...

My first blog... hmmm what to say? I'm not wary of blog etiquette, so please bear with me...

[Note: "..." equals a pause to answer a phone call... A writer's stutter, if you will.]

So the summer is almost over, and I have to say it's gone by pretty fast. Maybe it's... because... I've worked three jobs for most of the summer. Maybe it's because I'm not honestly looking forward to starting my senior year of college. Either way it goes, these here three months are flying by, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. To waste time, let's start with the myriad of ways I made money...

The YMCA: I worked at the Downtown Y, next to the baseball stadium, for a couple months as a camp counselor. Did the same job last year, some of the same co-workers, some of the same kids. Whole different ball game. You'd think my problem would be with the snot-nosed brats who climb all over me, and ask to play in my hair. Well, the kids this year were decidedly less snotty, and even fun to be around. Brats all the same, but charming brats, I'll give them that. See, my problem here was the short, fat, going-bald blond... lady (surprise) that ran the whole thing.
I just hate it when my boss(es) can't come up with any structure or organization for me to follow. I wound up quitting because this (white) trashy lady couldn't get her stuff together; I'm sure the kids got sick of coloring with dried-out Rose-Art markers (I guess Crayola was too much of a splurge for a non-profit) and going home with glitter stuck to their butts every night (I didn't mind the glitter, it makes me feel fancy). So anyways, I put in my two weeks notice, and one pay period later, this lady has left off half the hours I worked. I wish I could say I went in there and "cut a fool" but oh well. I didn't. This was a month ago, and I'm still waiting on 21 hours for this lady to pay me for.

Macy's: Been working here for 2 years now, in the fine jewelry department. Yes, in these economic times, women are cutting back on everything: gas, the grocery bill, Fashion Fair and Mac (yikes!). However, the apparent recession has no effect on my diamond sales (ka-ching!).
The last month I think I sold an AVERAGE of 300% of my sales goal. I get a commission, so you'd think that'd mean I made a lot of money huh? Well you're wrong. I get 1% of what I sell. One. Measly. Percent.

The Realty Company: OMG. I'm here now, with nothing to do, basically by myself, on a weekday, before 5 PM. Same with the jewelry company: you'd think people weren't really in the market for houses in this economic slump. And... again, you're wrong. PEOPLE CALL HERE EVERY COTDANG MINUTE. At this company, they deal with foreclosures, private sellers, and the owner has some rental properties. We have id-jits (idiots) who will call about a foreclosure: "Umm, I'm ova here lookin at yall house you got on the corner here."
"Yes sir, do you have the address?"
"Naw, but it's cross the street from my grandma house, over here on the corner."
"I'll need a street address so I can tell you more about that property. Do you have the number part of the address?"
"Naw, but it's on So-and-So street."
"Okay, that helps... We have three properties on that street sir, do you have any idea what the address could be."
"It's next to the yellow house, two houses down from my auntie house."

THIS is what I deal with ALL day. Asking do we have "rent-to-own" houses like we're Rent-a-Center. Mad black mothers yelling at me because the toilet's overflowing in her rented house, and she'll "be damned if [she's] gone sit up in here on a motha******* mother's day with s*** all over her floor!!!" but it's not our fault her kids decided to flush Play-Doh.
Plus there's my sub-boss (she's under the guy who owns the place), and her whispery voice. I hate to hear her talk, she sounds like she's trying to seduce everyone. This guy up here calls her "Ms. Stiletto" because that's ALL she wears to the office. I think she's cool though. I just can't stand the sound of her voice, that's all.

Well that's why the summer went by so fast, I guess.