May. 9th, 2004

sidewalksparkle: (the long and winding road)
The best part of reading "Hamlet" is discovering the now-obscure sayings, wondering how common they were in Shakespeare's time. "Hugger-mugger" means secret haste. I love secret haste.

I'm sort of dreading tomorrow. I have church and work and the term paper crammed into every moment in between. My dad's going to New York City tomorrow, and my sister and I were going to take my mom out to brunch or dinner for Mother's Day but now my mom is saying we shouldn't because of my work and term paper. My sister and mom could go by themselves, but it isn't the same. Even though we'll do it some other time, I feel really guilty. My mom doesn't even seem upset, but I really wanted to do this.

I worked a lot on the term paper today--I have lots of handwritten pages. Unfortunately, I still have to cover Orlando's transformation from man to woman, time as a literary motif, and the affect "The Oak Tree" manuscript has on the structure and the way it helps prove my thesis statement. I know what I'm going to do, I don't know how I'm going to say it. At least I don't feel like it's hopeless.

Today I worked from 5-11. From shoulder to fingertips, my right arm is extremely exhausted. I don't know how it's going to handle the four hours tomorrow. I've been noticing how my thumbs are two different sizes, lately. My wrist is stiff and it pops. My biceps ache. My shoulder's tight. Usually I don't get like this, but we were extremely busy. It was fun, though. The most annoying part was when a lot of my friends came in again and I didn't get to serve them. This sort of thing always happens! I was so excited to see my friends, because I was obviously working instead of out having fun. It was like the fun came to work. I served Kristen, but then this couple cut in and ordered from me. It was hard to tell who should have been served next, but since they weren't very nice people I see it as cutting. Of course, the guy ordered (or rather, his girlfriend ordered for him) a large milkshake, which took forever. I served the couple; Don served the rest of my friends. I absolutely hate it when people only a few years older than me are aloof as a way of asserting themselves.

Lots of people tonight spoke really softly. I had such trouble hearing orders. When I was a little kid, I'd hear loud music from other cars and my mom would chastise them for my benefit--she'd tell me to never listen to music that loud because I would go deaf someday. I always felt sad for those people, dooming themselves to hearing loss. Now I wonder if I'm gong deaf from my music. I really doubt it--my music is never so loud that people outside the vehicle can hear it (at least, I don't think it is...) and I've only been to one real concert. Even so, I don't always have the greatest hearing. Oops.

I must get downstairs in hugger-mugger, I've lots to do tomorrow and must needs get some sleep!


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