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Happy Birthday Jer
Jul. 15th, 2003 08:52 amI realized last week that almost all of my posts start with "OK so...this thing happened" or something like that, so I'm trying to diversify. I also start lots of paragraphs with "Anyway..." so I need to break free of that, too. But how to begin an informal sentence?! How about this? No lead-in, I just start talking. Yeah.
On Friday we had another orientation. We only had 5 people, all girls, in our group, and it kind of blew. I liked them all a lot, but they were quiet and I was really exhausted all day and didn't really want to be there. I think I went to bed at 7pm that night.
I've been settling into my job at ADF (A Different Facet, family-owned custom jewelry store). I've worked three nine-hour days there so far. I have today off because Tuesdays are slow, so they say, and also it is Jer's 23rd birthday, so I get to spend time with him. Yay:) Anyway the ADF folks are basically training me to be a manager, since their two managers are leaving next week. When they are gone, the store will be left with two owners (technically three but two are married so they count as one), one full-time jeweler, two other college girls who just work the sales floor, and me. One of the other girls, Emily, is going back to school in August and won't be working there any longer, so basically Christina and I are to inherit the responsibilities of Rebecca and Neil, the ones who know what they're doing. Neil says we're doing a great job, but I still feel like there's a lot I still need to learn and no one left to teach me. Ick. But they're trying. Yesterday afternoon, Neil and I went up on Massanutten mountain for a craft show. He told me once he quits, I'll be responsible for doing the weekly shows for the vacationers on Monday afternoons. I had a really good time, so I'm excited about that. It should be really fun. It wasn't so hard to catch on, either, which was nice. The only pitfall is this: Jeremy's ex-girlfriend, Sarah, who hates me for no good reason, lives and works at Massanutten. Apparently, the whole time I was there yesterday, set up on the deck outside the lodge, she was working the front desk, just inside. Ha. I didn't see her, but I don't suppose it will be too long before I do. Hooray.
Now we backtrack. Sunday was really fun, mostly. Jer and I went home to Charlottesville to go hiking with Emily at Sugar Hollow. Not really hiking, but walking uphill and playing. Paul Caritj ended up coming with us, and we had a blast. Emily did the rope swing into Blue Hole, but I did not because I am a wuss and also not strong enough to hold myself up long enough to not smash into a bunch of rocks before I get to the water. So I just waded down at the bottom and watched the drunk people who were also there do stupid things, like try to backflip from the ropeswing. Morons. One guy actually got it, but most of them either ended up just missing death or having seriously painful belly- and backflops. Ew. When we got to my house that evening, I confronted my mother about the way she's been treating me (over the paper I decided not to finish yet). I got really upset and left angry, but when I got back to my apartment, I had an apology email from her and I felt a lot better. But that was the last good feeling of the evening.
I had dropped Jer off at his house to get his car and drive himself to my apartment so I wouldn't have to drive him home before work in the morning. He was taking a really long time and I couldn't figure out why. I IMed his roommate, who didn't respond, so I figured they were still talking over there. Then I turned on my phone and found out I had a message. "Hi Meg, it's Jeremy (he never identifies himself, so I knew something was wrong right away). I'm gonna be a little while because I just T-boned another car. Is that glass? Yep, looks like glass. Shit." He sounded exactly the way Kelly sounded after her accident. Shaken, distracted, confused, etc. I freaked out. He didn't say if anyone was hurt, he didn't say where it was, he didn't say whose fault it was...I was really worried. So I threw on some clothes and drove toward his house, hoping to find him. Long story short: he hit a plastic fantastic in his caddy, but caused minimal damage, while that bitch, who ran a red light while talking on a cell phone, speeding, and possibly had her lights off at 11pm in the rain, had ripped the shit out of Jer's fender. She lied about the accident to the cop, and since there were no witnesses, they were both charged with running a red light and it is now left up to a court to decide. There's no question it was her fault. Jer was only going 5mph or he would've killed the bitch. His car weighs more than 3x as much. Anyway though it's a pain because he can't get his car fixed until the insurance companies determine fault, and he can't drive until it's fixed. Bah! He's mad, but I'm furious. Not with him. With stupid red sports car cell phone airhead lying bitch who's going to jack up my boyfriend's insurance and make me drive his ass to Bridgewater and back twice a day for work when I have my own damn job and expenses. Argh! I told him to tell her that we know she's lying about the light, all evidence is against her, he'll have her cell phone records subpoenad, and if she lies in court, he'll sue her ass. Grr. Beth Lambert is her name, bitch is her game. Fuck you Beth Lambert. Wow that put me in a really bad mood. But I'm OK. Nevermind. We're cool. That bitch has no chance in court, it's just a pain that we have to wait a month and a half. Oh well.
Today is Jer's birthday. Yay:) I love that boy:) Peace.
On Friday we had another orientation. We only had 5 people, all girls, in our group, and it kind of blew. I liked them all a lot, but they were quiet and I was really exhausted all day and didn't really want to be there. I think I went to bed at 7pm that night.
I've been settling into my job at ADF (A Different Facet, family-owned custom jewelry store). I've worked three nine-hour days there so far. I have today off because Tuesdays are slow, so they say, and also it is Jer's 23rd birthday, so I get to spend time with him. Yay:) Anyway the ADF folks are basically training me to be a manager, since their two managers are leaving next week. When they are gone, the store will be left with two owners (technically three but two are married so they count as one), one full-time jeweler, two other college girls who just work the sales floor, and me. One of the other girls, Emily, is going back to school in August and won't be working there any longer, so basically Christina and I are to inherit the responsibilities of Rebecca and Neil, the ones who know what they're doing. Neil says we're doing a great job, but I still feel like there's a lot I still need to learn and no one left to teach me. Ick. But they're trying. Yesterday afternoon, Neil and I went up on Massanutten mountain for a craft show. He told me once he quits, I'll be responsible for doing the weekly shows for the vacationers on Monday afternoons. I had a really good time, so I'm excited about that. It should be really fun. It wasn't so hard to catch on, either, which was nice. The only pitfall is this: Jeremy's ex-girlfriend, Sarah, who hates me for no good reason, lives and works at Massanutten. Apparently, the whole time I was there yesterday, set up on the deck outside the lodge, she was working the front desk, just inside. Ha. I didn't see her, but I don't suppose it will be too long before I do. Hooray.
Now we backtrack. Sunday was really fun, mostly. Jer and I went home to Charlottesville to go hiking with Emily at Sugar Hollow. Not really hiking, but walking uphill and playing. Paul Caritj ended up coming with us, and we had a blast. Emily did the rope swing into Blue Hole, but I did not because I am a wuss and also not strong enough to hold myself up long enough to not smash into a bunch of rocks before I get to the water. So I just waded down at the bottom and watched the drunk people who were also there do stupid things, like try to backflip from the ropeswing. Morons. One guy actually got it, but most of them either ended up just missing death or having seriously painful belly- and backflops. Ew. When we got to my house that evening, I confronted my mother about the way she's been treating me (over the paper I decided not to finish yet). I got really upset and left angry, but when I got back to my apartment, I had an apology email from her and I felt a lot better. But that was the last good feeling of the evening.
I had dropped Jer off at his house to get his car and drive himself to my apartment so I wouldn't have to drive him home before work in the morning. He was taking a really long time and I couldn't figure out why. I IMed his roommate, who didn't respond, so I figured they were still talking over there. Then I turned on my phone and found out I had a message. "Hi Meg, it's Jeremy (he never identifies himself, so I knew something was wrong right away). I'm gonna be a little while because I just T-boned another car. Is that glass? Yep, looks like glass. Shit." He sounded exactly the way Kelly sounded after her accident. Shaken, distracted, confused, etc. I freaked out. He didn't say if anyone was hurt, he didn't say where it was, he didn't say whose fault it was...I was really worried. So I threw on some clothes and drove toward his house, hoping to find him. Long story short: he hit a plastic fantastic in his caddy, but caused minimal damage, while that bitch, who ran a red light while talking on a cell phone, speeding, and possibly had her lights off at 11pm in the rain, had ripped the shit out of Jer's fender. She lied about the accident to the cop, and since there were no witnesses, they were both charged with running a red light and it is now left up to a court to decide. There's no question it was her fault. Jer was only going 5mph or he would've killed the bitch. His car weighs more than 3x as much. Anyway though it's a pain because he can't get his car fixed until the insurance companies determine fault, and he can't drive until it's fixed. Bah! He's mad, but I'm furious. Not with him. With stupid red sports car cell phone airhead lying bitch who's going to jack up my boyfriend's insurance and make me drive his ass to Bridgewater and back twice a day for work when I have my own damn job and expenses. Argh! I told him to tell her that we know she's lying about the light, all evidence is against her, he'll have her cell phone records subpoenad, and if she lies in court, he'll sue her ass. Grr. Beth Lambert is her name, bitch is her game. Fuck you Beth Lambert. Wow that put me in a really bad mood. But I'm OK. Nevermind. We're cool. That bitch has no chance in court, it's just a pain that we have to wait a month and a half. Oh well.
Today is Jer's birthday. Yay:) I love that boy:) Peace.
