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Mark won’t be getting home till a little later tonight, so I’m gonna hold off on dinner for about an hour. It’s hard to plan everything when you aren’t sure when he’ll be home.

I was on campus today, and I need to go back tomorrow. I have some stuff to mail out to recruits and I could’ve done it today, but I didn’t want to get in to all that this afternoon. Mark has to go in to work on the set – I think he’s got painting to do. Maybe he can take a break and we can have lunch together? Unless he’s all sweaty and dirty from building. Then I’ll probably get something and we’ll just eat it backstage.

I keep forgetting it’s the fourth of July weekend. Since we aren’t doing anything, it doesn’t seem like anything different for us. Like I said earlier, I can see going to get some beer or something, but I don’t wanna go to the grocery store.

I worked in a grocery store in high school and I hated holidays – it was always a madhouse. People were in a hurry and pissy all the time. I really sucked at that job too. It was the first time EVER in my life that I had my boss pull me aside to talk to me about my attitude. I’m not sure why I was a bitch everyday, but I hated being there. I hated swiping packages of meat across the reader and having blood fling from the package and get all over me. I hated seeing all these Welfare mothers with 20 snot-nosed kids under the age of 4, and all she was buying was potato chips and ice cream. I hated the women that handed me a stack of coupons an inch thick. I hated when I was looking up the code for produce and the ever-so-helpful customer would tell me the cost of the item. I just wanted to scream, “I don’t care how much artichokes cost, I need to punch in the *code* for artichokes, knucklehead!” I sold cigarettes to friends without carding them. We were supposed to check id’s. I also sold alcohol to friends. Is that bad or what? I could’ve gotten in major trouble for that. My boyfriend at the time would go through my line a zillion times, buying a piece of penny bubble gum one at a time. That way we could visit and gaze into each other’s eyes. Dork! I only worked there for a summer. I think they were happy when I left. I always had a scowl on my face.

But my best summer job ever…. I worked at Worlds of Fun in KC for 5 years. I loved it so much! It’s an amusement park – a big one too! I was a ticket taker at the front gate. I also sold tickets in those sweet-ass air-conditioned booths sometimes. Some of my best summer memories from high school are from working there. The whole place is run by a bunch of 16 year olds, what’s not to love? On days off we would go to the neighbor park – Oceans of Fun. We stayed after the park closed and could ride the rides endlessly while they were being worked on or something. They basically let us run around the whole time. It was awesome! Every morning I arrived before my shift because I was a test-rider. Now that I think about it, I should’ve been scared. They would load us up on a roller coaster and ride it over and over again – stopping at the various break points on the coaster and running it through again. We had to be paired up by height and weight, and my partner and I would file our nails every morning while were on the ride – upside down, whatever. We just sat there and would talk – well, yell, the whole time. No one screamed. It got pretty old hat after awhile. We would try and eat our breakfast or keep from spilling on ourselves. If you hold your can of pop just right it won’t spill when you’re upside down. Plus, with all those kids working out there – there were major opportunities for flirting. It was like a summer date-a-thon for most people. Ah, good times.

But now, I have a job where I don’t have to work during the summer – even sweeter!

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