mood: draggingmusic: 'hotel chelsea nights' by ryan adams

jeez, how long has it been since i wrote here?

anyway, i apologize to those who regularly subscribe to this irregular page. college has thrown a proverbial wrench into my online presence and my very real identity. to those who are still persistent readers, tenacious webpage checkers, and overall just plain stubborn, i'm sorry.

anyway, this new job i'm working is turning out to be just about as unpredictable as the chemical imbalance of the average teenager. time after time i find myself in the office until 1 or 2 in the morning arranging keys and rosters.

by the way, my new job is that of a conference assistant. uci basically rents out their facilities over the summer for various conferences/camps and my job is to check them in, much like a hotel manager. the difference is, though, that the conferees aren't adults and people on vacation or on weekend getaways. they are cheerleaders, soccer players, swimmers, incoming freshmen to be oriented, and overall ridiculously messy and rowdy people. just to spice things up a bit, we are also on duty during the hours in which the conference office is closed, which means we take emergency calls after hours and respond to them with keys/caution tape/plungers as is necessary.

and as if that didn't sound ominous as it was, my first big conference just came in and checked out: united spirit association 1. aka, 631 cheerleaders and their 'entitled' coaches. the heat flared and so did the attitudes. it felt like with every flash of pristine teeth came a comment that was underhanded and condescending. it didn't help that this conference was subtitled 'the camp of champs' and featured the best of the best of cheerleading in southern california. to say the least, difficult. those damn cheerleaders are never happy unless they have something you can't possibly make happen without getting fired. but there is one alternative: thrashing the dorms as much as they can with glitter, mattresses, food, drinks, and tampons down the toilet. not to mention the pain of having to re-sort keys after they return them to you by the handful or in large blank manila envelopes. you'd think that as good as they are at being synchronized while they damn the other team to hell they might be able to transfer that skill into keeping their fucking keys in order.

anyway, they've left and i've got a much smaller group of cheerleaders to deal with starting wednesday. i truly am hopeful as to their cooperation, but i know now what they're capable of.

---Goei---