Of Life and Boys and Injuries August 21, 2009
Posted by superbee in Uncategorized.Tags: grad school, Homeboy, Loneliness, the job
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I’m guilty. And I know it. Of what? …falling off the face of the earth. Meaning I’ve been horrible about keeping in regular touch with most (and by “most” I mean “all”)of you. Please accept my apologies?
Let’s see…where to start. I quit job number one (Alden Hotel), where I was working room service and night audit (um, yeah, accounting and I generally don’t like each other). Neither of those two jobs are areas that I’m interested in for the long-term, so that was a temporary thing regardless. They were surprised and tried to win me back, but to no avail. That’s when I started the other job, the one that I’m in training for front desk at the moment at the Houstonian. So far, so good! We start shadowing this weekend (Saturday morning at 6am, baby! Good-bye weekend). I still have the other job at the Indigo, but I’m not sure how long I’m going to stick around for, what with two part-time jobs and going to school full-time. I know I THINK I’m super woman most of the time, but that might not be quite so feasible.
Mom and Pops are still out of town – I guess they’re only halfway through their trip now. And being at home with Sjoerd alone (or not being at home, thanks to the two jobs and 60+ hours of work) is actually really lonely. I realized tonight that this is really the first time I’ve been completely, utterly alone. I mean, the RA gig is technically considered living by oneself, but the children are always there and my door was very often open, so I don’t know if it really counts. At any rate, I can hardly wait for my parents to come back – is that weird?!
School starts Monday; I had orientation this past week, which wasn’t bad. I was surprised by the dynamics of my class – out of 34 of us, half are Asian transplants…as in, speak limited English. And probably about half of them are going into restaurant management or banquets/catering. I was expecting more hotel kids, as the program is ranked second in the nation (after Cornell, which = $$$$). At the moment, I don’t feel particularly thrilled about the idea of going to school, but I know when I start, it’ll be fine. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Another reason for my disappearance (to go full cirlce): some homeboy. Uh-oh. His name is Keith. To give you this specs: he’s 29, has a master’s in accounting (ewwww), he’s from Houston, he’s 6ft 1-ish, he’s a gorgeous mix of half black, half white, and has eaten up substantial amounts of my time. Which I’m perfectly okay with. Ask for more details.
And last but not least, I am such a clutz that I tripped over myself sober the other day and managed to sprain my big toe. Badly. It hurts. Like a bitch. And there’s absolultely NOTHING I can do about it. Lovely. It’s turning all different colours. Of course, I would end up injuring myself during the ONE week that I don’t have any health insurance…
My Meaningless Life May 26, 2009
Posted by superbee in Uncategorized.Tags: grad school, my drummer boy, sailing, sun burn
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So, here’s the thing: I’m SO used to being ridiculously busy at school that now having nothing to do is really strange. I’ve been in Houston just over a week and have nothing to show for it. Figures. I’ve done a bunch of job applications and now I’m just waiting to hear back. I’ve started my summer reading – one book down, started a second, and I’ve got an infinite number to go before August.
Why August? Well, I went to the University of Houston today and met with the graduate coordinator for the hotel college. After the meeting, I’ve decided that I’m going to go to school in the fall. It’s perfect. I get in-state tuition, the class options seem REALLY interesting, and I’m practically guaranteed (they like me there and think I’d be a PERFECT fit) the position as a Graduate Assistant to the dean of the college (which not only offers amazing networking opportunities, but the stipend, etc. is pretty damn good, too!). AND – get this – they even recommended I start in the fall and then take my 2 years off for the Peace Corps, especially when I told them I’d be going into business development and eco-tourism with the PC. Apparently one of the students graduating this summer is a former PC volunteer, so they gave me his contact information. So it looks like everything is coming together after all! 
Additionally, my holiday yesterday was wonderful! We went sailing with some friends of Mami & Daddy’s from the church (they’re like late 20’s, so not boring old people, haha) – I, of course, got a sunburn: the front of my legs and my chest. Remember last year? I just finished out my first few days in Las Vegas and was laying outside and ended up with some wicked burn on memorial day, too! It hurts something fierce, but it’ll be tan soon. Anyways, after the sailing trip, we went to this bbq with peeps from church (all of whom have met me at some point and I remember a grand total of ZERO of them) – and I met the drummer boy! Lucky me, he’s gorgeous. And funny, interesting, etc. I’ll save you the agony of the the rambly details. Just know that he’s a winner.
