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advice from god 8-27-'xx: 4:35pm i was kind of depressed last night...and lizzy had told me to pray to god when stuff like that happened. so i prayed to god...and god told me to go to sleep. the problem is...no one bothered to wake me up until like, 3:30pm. so now, i'm all groggy and funny feeling. like i slept waaaaay too long. i'm waking up until 4:30am tomorrow to make up for it. i swear. so....fair parking was an...adventure? i guess you could call it that. the first night, they stuck me working the front line for the first 30 minutes. and i was the only one, and rush hour was beginning...so i was directing those infamous four lines of traffic. finally, the head volunteer lady came and told me to sit down and wait while they got the parking pattern worked out. so i sat and talked to mary and one of the drum majors from southridge named ryan who is very nice and nice looking to boot. eventually, the guy on the golf cart came and took me out to take the place of a guy who had been working all day. and where did they stick me? s-lot. that's the "special" parking lot for special people. so i didn't have a whole lot to do as far as flagging cars went...basically, my job was to tell people what they COULDN'T do. "you can get into the fair through this lot...it's fenced off." "you can't park in here without a pass." "you can't get out through here, if you tried, you'd be stuck." people HATE to be told what they can't do. the drunk people were funny, though. and last night...i was basically the person they stuck anywhere they wanted. i started out working the front again, but after a few hours they closed my three lanes...so they stuck me somewhere down the center strip where i basically just made sure the cars went straight. eventually, i relived another person on the center strip, and another...and ended up working with jacque. telling people that to exit they had to go the OPPOSITE way the exit signs were going. they set up an extra entrance to make sure things didn't get congested....anyway. no one seemed to trust us. they would all go the opposite way we were pointing. people would ask "that way?" no. i'm just pointing this way because it's NOT the way i want you to go. it's opposite day. geez. so eventually the guy on the golf cart stuck us on "super secret duty"...which was cleaning out one of the ticket stands where they kept all the shit they were using. water had spilled all over, the trash can smelled like fermented puke. fun! and i wanted a beaver state burrito so bad...jacque had half of one earlier and let me have a few bites...i forgot how GOOD those things are. so we did that and then...i sat around awhile and we left. uneventful. school in three days. ergh. |
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