Remember Me?

So I ran out of ways to waste time on the Internet earlier, so I decided I'd read my mom's blog because I hadn't in a while. When the page came up, I looked at the list of blogs she reads and noticed that I have apparently not posted in 2 months. That is kind of a long time, and I know you must all be dying to hear from me, so I figured I should probably come up with something to post about, so I am going to share with you all one reason why you should not leave your thermostat set to 50 over the weekend.

My best friend, my roommate, and I went to Ft. Walton Beach last weekend. I was the last to be done with all of my Friday obligations, so the other two loaded up the car so we'd be ready to leave as soon as I was ready. Apparently, they got hot while carrying stuff out because the air conditioner got turned way down. I didn't notice when I came in because I'd just had to trek all the way across campus and I didn't stay in the room long anyway.

Well after several incidents and much giggling on the way, we made it to the house we were staying at in Ft. Walton and did the whole beach thing. The weather was kind of questionable the whole time and we ended up having to leave early on our one beach day, but all in all the trip was still a blast.

And speaking of blasts...when we finally made it back to school, and got all of our suitcases and coolers lugged upstairs to our room, we opened the door and a blast of cold air smacked us in the face. This is when Morgan remembered she had set the air before we left. It had been running on 50 for 2 days straight. It was so cold, condensation had started to form on the inside of the light above my bed. It eventually started leaking out of one end and had made a wet spot on the floor. We set a cup underneath it and after about an hour of dripping, this is what we had collected. The moral of the story is, don't turn your air conditioner down as far as it will go and then leave for several days. You end up with icky light fixture water.

Peeved

I am bored to tears at work and have already read just about every article on The Onion, so in an attempt to keep myself from falling asleep I've decided to make a list of all my pet peeves just because I'm in a testy mood. Most of them will probably relate to work since that's what has me bored.
1. I hate when people bring in a deposit that's mostly cash and all the money isn't facing the same direction.
2. I hate when people act like it's my fault when they find out their account is overdrawn. Learn basic math and keep up with it yourself!
3. I hate when smelly old men prop their elbows on the sides of my teller window so that their armpits radiate stink directly at my nose.
4. I hate when aforementioned smelly old men try to make me laugh at their stupid jokes.
5. I hate when people come to my window while on the phone and look at me as if I'm the rudest person on the planet for interupting their call with silly questions regarding their transaction. It is absolutely unacceptable that I am not a mind reader.
6. I hate when people expect me to fill out their deposit slips and withdrawal slips for them just because they don't know their account numbers.
7. I hate when people hold up the line because they don't have all of their stuff together.
8. I hate when people breathe heavily.
9. I hate the stupid tracphone commercial with the violin music that plays on a loop all day on Walmart's tvs.
10. I hate the flickering light above register 11.
11. I hate how cold our break room always is. (I'm using the word room loosely. It's more like a closet.)
12. I hate when my cheerful greeting of "Good Morning! How are you?" is met by stony silence.
13. I hate when people assume I know all of Walmart's policies and proceedures simply because the branch of the bank that I work at happens to be located inside Walmart.
14. I hate when my coworkers decide to let it be Andra-work-by-herself-day and all disappear into the back to gossip.
15. I hate when I have to resort to making lists of things that I hate to keep myself occupied.

Blah.

I lack all motivation to do anything. You may call me Sloth today. That is all.

Banking Update

Banking is good for your ego. I have now been hit on twice and told I was a "purty little thing" by at least 5 old men. One such man today told me to shred his receipt for him so that my "old man" wouldn't know we'd met because "purty thing like me, he must be jealous." I have also been asked multiple times if I am old enough to have a job at the bank. Normally the guessed age is 15, but today I aged 3 years because the new guess was 18! Maybe by the end of the summer I will look my actual age...

Walmart: My Personal Hell

During the summers I work at Century Bank, last summer as a random file scanner/switchboard operator/address label sticker/vault of loan documents reorganizer/anything else they could come up with, and this summer as a teller. All teller training is done at the main office of the bank, which has normal banking hours: 9-4 on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, 9-12 on Wednesday, and 9-5 on Friday (but you have to be there at 8 and generally don't get to leave until 30 minutes after the bank closes). Normally when someone teller trains, they are kept at the main office for a while, just to be sure they're comfortable with it before they are sent to whatever branch they are intended for; however, when I finished my initial training, there was someone already waiting to start theirs, and since there are a limited number of windows, and I hadn't made any huge mistakes so far, I was sent to another branch. This was fine because the branch they sent me to also has normal banking hours. I was there for a few days and liking it well enough when I got the dreaded call: they wanted me to fill in for someone who had called in sick at the Walmart branch. This particular branch is about the size of my bedroom, is located right in the middle of the front wall of Walmart, between the SmartStyle and customer service, and is open from 9-8 Monday through Saturday. The regulars there work in shifts: one group works Monday-Wednesday and the other group works Thursday-Saturday and at the end of every month they switch. Since I was not a regular, that first week, after having worked the normal 8-4 at another branch on Monday, I worked 8-8 on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, AND Saturday. I had Sunday and Monday (Memorial Day=bank closed!!!) to recuperate and then worked Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.

The last half of the week is when most people get paid so that's when everyone wants to come cash their checks. Since they don't make it to town before the other branches close, they all head to Walmart. At any given moment on Thursday and Friday afternoon and all day Saturday, the line can be backed up all the way past customer service to the bathroom. It is utter chaos. We don't have time to think between transactions. It's all mindless handing out of money, and when it's all over and the bank is finally closed, we are all so stiff and sore and worn out that we are completely worthless.

The beginning of the week is not much better than the end, but for a completely different reason. It is very slow and we are all quite aware of the lengthiness of a 12 hour work day. We sit at our little windows and watch the world go by, literally since everyone in the county goes to Walmart multiple times a week. When I get tired of people watching I just kind of stare out into space. There are 3 light bulbs within my line of sight that flicker on and off constantly all day every day. You can't escape them. When you look down, the flickering reflects on the floor. Wednesday, I watched a bright yellow "Clearance" balloon escape from its string and float up to the ceiling. It was headed for a sky light, but got stuck on a rafter, so it hung out there for a while. Eventually it unstuck itself from the rafter and made it to the skylight. It floated there for the better part of the day, but by late afternoon had apparently tired of sky gazing, so it floated off towards produce.

I think I'm going to die in Walmart.

Give Me A Break...

What goes through physics book editors' heads when writing questions: Maybe if we give the questions witty titles and make them about totally useful things like using European coffee makers in the U.S. the students will forget that alternating current, impedance, capacitance, and all the other rubbish in this book has nothing whatsoever to do with their chosen major. They will be so blown away by our cleverness in titling and efforts to relate to them that they will be motivated to do all of their homework without complaint and maybe even change their majors so that one day they too can be as amazing as we are!

The End

The end of the semester, or at least this semester, is super stressful. I have zero time. Just thought I'd let you know I haven't fallen off the face of the earth for the past month.

Oh, and Tank, this is for you.