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Post Women's Lib Hot Dogging
Jun. 26th, 2005 11:45 amI know I have been talking hto dogs pretty much non-stop snce mid May, but can you blame me? I work six days a week, and five out of six are ten hours and the sixth (the overtime, I-shouldn't-have-to-be-here day) can get up to eigth hours. I am slightly obsessive now. Within a week, I had a very wierd, hot dog infilterated dream in which Remus Lupin decided to excersize his ass muscles by, and I really did dream this, cranking up the machine in his ass which looked decidedly like the machine we use to pacvkage the five pound pushcart franks. And this was after only a week. I just finished week six. Sometimes I get flashes of factory in the middle of my one day off or when I am trying to do somethine (anything) else. Liek I'll be puting a book back on a shelf, but it will be just the right angle to fill my head with images of the tubs of two-pounds I have to slide into a truck. I can not wait until I leave.
That is not to say I am particularly thrilled about all the home-tme I will have come August. Like all people my age and of my circumstance (almost, but not quite, post-college), I am having trouble with my parents. Don't get me wrong -- I am no whiny, selfish Rutgers yuppie who thinks that my parents' years of self-sacrifice should be repaid with contempt. Far from it, I am always to first to admit that They are usually right in the Us (twenty-somethings and under) V. Them (Parentals Units). They DO, in fact, know best. They HAVE, unbelievabley, lived all this stuff we're going through. So, YES, they have every right to dispense wisdom. But I have heard from my mother pretty much undiluted warn me against co-dependancy for well nigh twenty one years. I get it. I will strive not to be co-dpenedent. Self-sufficiency is paramount. Coming through loud and clear. Yep. We can move on now.
I am aching to go back to school. I miss my dorm room with a passion. I miss my classes. I am never so happy as when I can stay up until tomorrow with reading and studying and then wake up a zombie the next day and have to get thourhg eight classes. That is an effort I feel the result from. I feel myself gaining nothing from this factory but the sense that life is unfair no matter who or what profession you are stuck in, from celebrity to lowly hot dog stuffer. (The celebrity referece was incited by a sighting of Keanu Reeves at Shakespear in the Park last night. Maggie and Alexis both went nuts and Maggie demanded we track him across all the lines of people trying to get in the theatre and then spied on him again during intermission. Honestly. You send a girl to Oxford and these are the manners she comes back with? Juuuust kidding, I was just as guilty. I mean, Hello! It's Ted S. Preston Esq. in the flesh.)
So ths entry -- ramble much? My state of mind these days leaves a little to be desired. All will be well come August. Five more weeks and I can function again.
That is not to say I am particularly thrilled about all the home-tme I will have come August. Like all people my age and of my circumstance (almost, but not quite, post-college), I am having trouble with my parents. Don't get me wrong -- I am no whiny, selfish Rutgers yuppie who thinks that my parents' years of self-sacrifice should be repaid with contempt. Far from it, I am always to first to admit that They are usually right in the Us (twenty-somethings and under) V. Them (Parentals Units). They DO, in fact, know best. They HAVE, unbelievabley, lived all this stuff we're going through. So, YES, they have every right to dispense wisdom. But I have heard from my mother pretty much undiluted warn me against co-dependancy for well nigh twenty one years. I get it. I will strive not to be co-dpenedent. Self-sufficiency is paramount. Coming through loud and clear. Yep. We can move on now.
I am aching to go back to school. I miss my dorm room with a passion. I miss my classes. I am never so happy as when I can stay up until tomorrow with reading and studying and then wake up a zombie the next day and have to get thourhg eight classes. That is an effort I feel the result from. I feel myself gaining nothing from this factory but the sense that life is unfair no matter who or what profession you are stuck in, from celebrity to lowly hot dog stuffer. (The celebrity referece was incited by a sighting of Keanu Reeves at Shakespear in the Park last night. Maggie and Alexis both went nuts and Maggie demanded we track him across all the lines of people trying to get in the theatre and then spied on him again during intermission. Honestly. You send a girl to Oxford and these are the manners she comes back with? Juuuust kidding, I was just as guilty. I mean, Hello! It's Ted S. Preston Esq. in the flesh.)
So ths entry -- ramble much? My state of mind these days leaves a little to be desired. All will be well come August. Five more weeks and I can function again.
