I lost the password to my blog, but I've just now rediscovered it, and decided to blog again.
School's out, and I have a summer job. But it's a volunteer thing, so I don't get paid. It's at the local children's zoo. Why on earth would I take this job if it didn't pay? It's because I need to work on my "people skills," apparently. So I passed the interview, and now I'm giving pony rides and teaching small children about even smaller animals. Like birds and rodents and stuff. It's in the hot sun, I have to work with insane goats that crap everywhere, the pony I got last week kept stopping to eat in the middle of the ride, and I have to go to class every work day morning at 8:00 just like during the school year to learn about my job. Did I mention the dress code requires khaki pants and a tucked in t-shirt? Because it does. But I guess it isn't as bad as it could be. I've been told I'm the most well behaved on my team, (I don't complain.) And I only have to come in once a week, except for about three weeks this summer, this week being one of them. I have to come in on Tuesday for my normal work day, and Wednesday for "Wacky Wednesday," or something. But that's only for about three hours as opposed to my usual eight. Yes, eight hours a day, out in the summer heat. But it's not really as bad as I'm making it sound so far. It's actually pretty nice. Sure, it smells like crap and leaves me sore for a couple of days, but it's okay. The kids there aren't nearly as stupid as the ones at school. And even though I'm still ignored a lot of the time, my bosses are nice enough. And they apparently think I'm a good worker. Plus, people suck. I strongly prefer animals to human beings.
