Fuck Adults

I really hate people who are supposed to be grown up, mature, and responsible--'cause they're NOT!

I found out about a job through a temp agency a couple weeks ago. The woman at the agency was supposed to send me an email with the address and other information. I had to call her in order to get that information. Then, I was possibly going to work somewhere else for a couple, but she never told me definitely, so I had to email her to find out. Finally, she called me and told me I got the job, but she wasn't sure of the details, so she'd email me. Once again, no email. When I called her, she told me the HR department at the company never got back to her, so just go at 8:30 (even though I might not have to be there until 9).

I also work for a promotional agency. I found out about events through email. On Thursday, I got an email telling me about a Breakfast Promotion in Philly this weekend. I clicked the link as well as called the office. The person I was supposed to tell did not answer his phone, so I left a message saying I was interested a long with my phone number. I didn't check my email again until Friday night. There was no email saying, "We need you to work this weekend here's the info..." nor one saying, "sorry, we have all the help we need." I called the office again and heard the following message: "I will be out of the office with no access to voicemail until Monday. If you need to reach me, call my cell phone. If you are working this weekend, call your local rep." I was expecting him to give his cell phone number, but he did not. I would have shown up anyway just in case, but I didn't know specifically where it was. For all the other events, the email saying, "hey do you wanna work?" contained all the information.

I remember getting pissed off at my Fraternity Brothers for not caring out their responsibilities, but they were young, had school work, and many had jobs. However, adults are supposed to be more responsible and these are their jobs. I understand that they probably have other things to do and other things on their minds, BUT this is their damn job. GRRRRRRR

Word of the Day

I learned a new word last week: Nadir

Definition (from dictionary.com):

--noun
1. Astronomy. the point on the celestial sphere directly beneath a given position or observer and diametrically opposite the zenith.
2. Astrology. the point of a horoscope opposite the midheaven: the cusp of the fourth house.
3. the lowest point; point of greatest adversity or despair.
[Origin: 1350–1400; ME ≪ Ar naẓīr over against, opposite to (the zenith)]

Sentence: How is NOT getting tickled in the middle of the night a highlight? That should be the nadir of your GC!

Ocean City, MD

The weekend of August 18-20, I went down to OCMD to hang out with some fraternity brothers. After consulting with someone who drives down that direction every weekend, I opted to wait until later on Friday night to head down. It was a good decision--I didn't hit any traffic and made it to OC in 2 1/2 hours. I also learned that it takes exactly two hours to get to Dewey Beach.

I got there just in time to head to the bar with my friends. I ended up drinking a few magaritas (which I think is my new favorite drink). After going back to the hotel, five of us played Drinko (like Plinko, except with shot glasses and drinking). So after being even more drunk, we decided it would be a good idea to go for a walk on the beach. Only Gabe thought it would be even more fun to run on the beach instead. We tried to take some pictures, but Gabe was so drunk that he couldn't figure out how to use his camera. We found out the next day that it was because he had grabbed the wrong camera.

Saturday, after sleeping until noon (which was amazing), we hung out on the beach for awhile and then over Seacrets to drink and hang out in the bay. Seacrets is the greatest bar ever. Not only are there a bunch of bars to order from, there are tables and rafts set up in the bay to lay on while sipping (or chugging) drinks.

Saturday night, my cousin came over and we played baseball--a drinking game that is pretty intense. After finally getting through one game, we headed back to Seacrets. Another crazy night that ended with making sure a certain member of the group didn't kill himself by drunkenly swimming in the ocean.

Sunday consisted of breakfast, hanging out with bros on the beach, then driving home. Awesome weekend.